“Like I need to taste you again,” he replies in a guttural tone. “Preferably between your legs.”
My breathing completely stops while my imagination is running overtime with the vision he just planted inside my head.
“Awkward.” I faintly hear Zipporah mutter but I completely ignore her.
Even more when Fiero closes the distance between us. “Yeah, you’d like it. My tongue sliding through the lips of your pussy, sucking your clit till you explode into my mouth.”
He’s standing before me and my hands instantly dig into the fabric of his crisp, white shirt to pull him closer. Our lips merge and though the need is there to sink my teeth into his neck and let his taste flow onto my tongue, I manage to get caught up in the intensity of the kiss instead.
His hand slides over my waist, heading for my ass. I’ve always felt self-conscious with the size of my butt being bigger than most females of my kind but now? The way he’s palming my ass–kneading to pull me close as he grinds his hard length against my belly–lets me know he craves my body just the way it is.
Of course, he does because he’s my eternal mate. Like I mentioned; this has nothing to do with love. It’s chemistry. The raw need flowing through our veins to have one another. I could be as ugly as a shattered vase lying on a dirty floor and he would still think it’s the most perfect thing to put flowers in.
My innocence shows when I have to rip my mouth away from his to gasp for my next breath. The heat flowing through me is foreign as is the racing of my heart.
“So sweet, so perfect, so fucking gorgeous,” Fiero muses. “You smell like fresh flowers.”
Ugh. Throw ’em at the shattered vase lying on a dirty floor, buddy, ’cause you’re only saying it because of the haze of lust, my mind dryly states. It’s a bitter reminder I can’t trust the feelings coursing through my body either.
I take a step back and clear my throat. “With the bond in place we have solved the issue of you wanting to drain me dry. Maybe it’s time to bring my father in so he can discuss the rest of the arrangements.”
“Maze.” Zipporah’s voice holds a hint of warning and I can tell from the look on her face she’s about to ramble how I should leave my father out of this.
She wasn’t born and raised as a royal with a mafia upbringing. Let alone someone they consider a risk to their own kind and keep them locked away from the real world. Things concerning me get handled differently.
I raise my hand and show her my palm and cut her off. “Let him in and we’ll get this over with.”
“Don’t,” she snaps at Lucan.
Lucan ignores her and keeps his gaze on Fiero.
“Let the man in,” Fiero grunts.
My father steps inside but keeps his distance and his eyes fixed on Fiero.
Fiero snorts. “You do not have to fear me, you smell disgusting.”
“Oh, I changed my mind. I like your mate,” Zipphora croons.
This time it’s Lucan who snorts. I grind my teeth because I’m not finding anything amusing about this whole situation. If anything, I’m getting annoyed by the fact my body is telling me what to think, what to do, and it’s as if every choice is taken away from me; something I’ve suffered through for years with my father laying down the law and now my body feels like it’s taking the reins, leaving me with nothing.
“Let’s leave those two, shall we?” I point at the door and give Zipporah a firm look so she doesn’t defy me.
She huffs but follows me out the door. Lucan closes the door once we’re in the other room and stands before it like he needs to guard a treasure. His arms are crossed in front of his chest, showing off those muscles my friend is practically drooling over.
Though, with the way his eyes are traveling over my friend’s body? Outer appearance is false information when it comes to Lucan’s stance because he isn’t guarding anything since his full focus is on Zipporah.
Now it’s my time to chuckle.
CHAPTER TWO
– FIERO –
“It worked? You’re now linked with Kaleah?” Ramil, Maze’s father, greedily asks.
I know exactly who the man standing before me is. As soon as I felt Maze enter the room and knew she was meant to be mine–a fairy for fuck’s sake–I rushed to a room upstairs to contact my sister and do some research to narrow it down to who she might be.
There weren’t many options since you have to be a fairy with a high rank to be able to stroll into a gathering like ours and not risk your own damn life. They knew the gathering was hosted by vampires and many would also attend. It’s practically suicide or close to it.
Meaning they’re desperate and Ramil sure as fuck appears to be itching to dump his daughter and get the hell out of here. As soon as Maze mentioned her full name, I was aware of who she was; not just a mafia princess but a true royal. This also proves how perfect the eternal mating works. I couldn’t have picked a better woman myself.
“I assume you’re here to talk through some kind of deal, alliances, shit like that but there will be none,” I say matter-of-factly. “The bond is in place. Maze is mine, it’s done.”
“Yes, yes, of course.” Ramil waves me off and reaches into his pocket to place a small device on the table next to him. “I’m going to leave this with you.”
I step closer and keep my eye on the fucker, quickly risking a glance at what he left me.
I narrow my eyes. “You’re giving me a remote for Maze?”
“It’s necessary. She has abilities, powers she can’t control. We’ve put this in place in case…well, you probably won’t need it but…it’s a necessity.” The fucker chuckles awkwardly. “She’s aware of the remote and its function. She’s actually the one who wanted to bind her abilities, the choker was an added precaution I added. Anyway, I’m sure she will fill you in when you two get better acquainted. I really have to go. I’m a bit restless being here with this many vampires, among other supernaturals. Definitely not a good place to be for a fairy king. You understand, don’t you?”
What a fucking joke of a King you are, I mentally tell the fucker.
“Very well,” I grunt. “I have better things to do anyway.”
I snatch the remote up and dump it into my pocket. Turning my back at the fucker without another word, I head for the door Maze went through.
I shut and lock it behind me and face Lucan. “Make sure he gets out through the back of the building with his bodyguards in tow.”
Lucan nods and disappears. My eyes land on my eternal mate. She has such an extraordinary appearance. Dressed in a flowy purple dress, matching hair color, shoes, and eyes. For fuck’s sake, I’ve never met someone with vivid violet eyes.
Not to mention, her flowy hair being purple but you can tell she hasn’t dyed it; it’s completely natural, as are her slightly pointy ears. Fairies in fairy tales are considered thumb sized. Thank fuck she’s not but she isn’t exactly tall either, she barely reaches my shoulder.
I let my gaze travel over her curves. Such a banging body and all mine. Her generous breasts stand out due to the deep V of the dress, and holy hell. I now notice she has a dermal piercing.