Page 8 of How To Please A Princely Fae

But there it is, the stark-naked proof that he is very much bare on bottom.

He drapes a heavy thigh over my legs possessively, another arm snaking under my head, and it's everything I can do to stay quiet and stay still as I try to figure out how to extricate myself from a predicament I’ve been wanting to happen for weeks.

Be careful what you wish for.

I grit my teeth together.

There must be a way to get out of this that won't embarrass us both.

I squeeze my eyes shut, stupefied by the turn of events and completely at a loss for how to navigate them.

If this is some trick by my sister witches, it is a cruel one. Maybe I should think harder on going to the Elder Gods ifthisis how they think of me.

Although, if Wren or anyone else in the coven is behind this, I'm not so sure I want to save them from whatever the Elder Gods consider coming.

It’s a mean thought, and I regret it immediately and decide I need to get over it and do something about this.

I inhale deeply, then hold my breath as I try to wriggle away from Kieran with the last bits of my dignity intact.

A feat which would truly be something, considering all of his very large and impressive intactness is pressing up against me.

All of my lackluster attempts to get away from the purple fae, however, prove fruitless as his face nuzzles against my shoulder, shocking me into stillness once more.

"Well, well, well," his purring voice says, tickling against my skin. The arm around my waist pulls me in even tighter than before, until I’m wedged into his perfectly sculpted and still very naked chest. "What do we have here?"

I suck in a breath and press my palm against his chest, wriggling to get free.

And immediately decide that his excited response to that effort is working against me.

"I've had enough.” I push against him again, scowling. “If this is a joke, it's a cruel one, and I'm not going to play nice any longer. What do you mean,what do we have here?" I snarl, sounding nothing like myself. "Youare the one who crawled into my bed naked and are now holding me tight,naked, in my own bed, and did I mention you’renaked?"

"Well,” Kieran says, and there's a hint of reproach in his voice that takes me aback.

As if this situation is my fault!

"The only problem I see with any of this is that I'm the only one who’s naked," he continues.

There’s no hint of humor, no hint of anything but heat.

Something is wrong.

"What is going on with you?" I ask, startled out of my own self-loathing and self-pity by his completely unbothered demeanor.

Well, judging by the way his cock twitches against my thigh, that part is very much bothered, but not in the way it should be.

Unbotheredis not a word I thought I would ever use to describe Kieran.

Kieran’s natural state is bothered.

Bothered is, in fact, the adjective that describes him best. I can't think of one time since he turned cold when hehasn'tseemed bothered. Put out. Disdainful.

I try to form a coherent sentence. Try and fail.

His cock is very distracting in its earnest waggling, and I get the feeling he’s making it jump against my skin to see what I’ll do.

I wrinkle my nose, because what the actual hells is going on?

"You can't come into my bed naked and then make jokes about it like this is normal behavior,” I tell him.

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