Page 16 of The Forbidden Dragon King
Breathing hard, I wrench my spear out of her head.
“At least you died on Prince Bard’s spear.” As the soul flies from Hilda’s eyes, I don’t know if I’m comforting her or myself. “May your soul swiftly join your ancestors in the moon.”
I grasp the shaft with bloody fingers.
My heart is racing. When I reach down to feel my throbbing ankle, I almost black out.
Well, that’s going to get infected, if I don’t bleed out first.
Shadow Fae are healers. If they don’t leave me to die, then they will be able to save me.
When I was only a teenager, and I’d been sent to gather firewood, I’d disobeyed the rules and explored the Winter Caves instead.
Tell me that somewhere is forbidden and you may as well put up a sign telling me toEnter Here Now.
Eventually, after many trips, I found the way through the labyrinth to the other side and the fae borders.
For the last three years, I’d break curfew and sit on the fae side of the cliffs, looking down at the Unseelie Kingdom’s border, risking being caught just for a glimpse ofthe most dangerous, primal, and beautiful fae of them all: King Daire.
Daire is a rogue, bandit, and the silver haired fae who has mesmerized me. With his ice white skin and lavender eyes that are like nothing I have ever seen, I have spent years dreaming of Daire.
Sometimes, in the dorms, I’d touch myself under the blankets to fantasies of lavender eyes, rather than green, breaking every taboo.
As I’d circle my clit, faster and faster, I’d imagine that pale but powerful wrists were pinning my own down, while silky, silver curls brushed against my cheek and raven black wings rubbed between my thighs.
Panting, I’d run a finger up and down my folds, imagining that my finger was one of those wings, soft but firm. Then I’d slowly press a second finger into my pussy.
Already touch starved, I’d be wet with slick and lost to the sensation.
When finally I’d imagine Daire’s plush lips lowering to kiss mine…finally, my first kiss…almost touching…loving me…ecstasy would crash down on me.
Yet before I was kissed, every time, I’d drag my thin pillow over my face to muffle my cry as I came.
One morning, after I’d had an intense scene during the night, while I was getting dressed, I noticed that an older, surly maid was glaring at me.
I frowned. “What?”
“Fae lover,” she hissed. “Disgusting filth to dream aboutsoft, feathered wings.I should tell the King.”
I froze.
I didn’t even know that I’d said that out loud.
“Go ahead.” I raised my chin. “And I’ll tell him about the way you eavesdrop and then spread rumors, including the one about the size of his knot. How do you think he’ll react?”
She paled. “Bitch.”
She meantfae loveras an insult. Except, to me, it’s not. I wish that I truly could be one. Shadow Fae are fascinating.
They are impossibly beautiful, magical, and cunning. Everything I admire.
Yet I have only seen Daire from a distance, powerful and deadly, as he instructed and led his army.
Will Daire think that I’m a wolf shifter spy? A plant by the dragons? Kill me on sight?
Or will he accept me as a refugee, escaping the cruel rituals of a dictatorship?
Either way, Fang Kingdom is no longer home for me, if it ever was.
