Page 89 of Finding Love with the Fae King

“Yes, I’m going to claim you.” Her hips rolled onto my dick, and I let out a strangled growl. My hands went straight to her hips to help her move. Melina’s breasts thrust up and down as she rode me. One hand on her clit and one on her breast. You would think she had done this before, but the blood on the sheets told me otherwise.

Her breasts began skipping up and down, and I sat up straight while she continued her assault on my cock. “That’s it, ride the shit out of it, baby.” Grabbing her breasts again and forcing a nipple in my mouth, I rolled her nipple between my teeth. Pulling and sucking while my hands palmed her arse, surely leaving bruises.

“Argh,” she groaned. My mate loved it when I talked dirty.

She lifted again upward from my cock, and I pulled her off like she weighed nothing and put her on her hands and knees. “Only I get to dominate your body, baby.” I slapped her arse and her skin jumped while my handprint showed up pink. “Only I get to fuck this pussy.” I slid into her cavern, hitting her cervix. A yip of excitement came from her mouth as I began my assault on her.

What I wouldn’t give to sink my cock in her forbidden area. In time, I would dominate every part of her body.

“I will fucking do as I please with this body. This body is mine,” another slap across her thigh.

Melina moaned until I heard a whisper. “I need to cum.” I smirked. She was so responsive to me. My cock was twitching inside her, pleased with her asking.

“You cum when I tell you,” I growled, feeling close to my release. “I control your pleasure!” I willed myself to hold it just a little longer, prolonging the desire we would spill together. The longer we could hold it, the better it would be. My eyes closed as my hands gripped her hips, slamming into her again.

“What’s my name?” I growled. My fangs lengthened, and my wings ripped from my back for the second time. It was taking every bit of strength not to mark her right here, right now. Pulling my face back from her shoulder, I could think of one word that could help me.Dear Gods say it.

“Daddy!” She let out a strangled cry, and it was enough to tip me over the edge and to hold my fangs back.

“Cum!” I roared, spilling more of my seed into her. It flowed outside of her body from our previous session. Her body collapsed onto the bed and my erection slowly slipped out of her, which caused her to whine.

Peppering kisses on her shoulder, I whispered encouraging words to her. I prayed it wasn’t too much. “You did so well,” I cooed in her ear. “My beautiful baby did so well.” I licked her ear that caused small goosebumps to go down the left side of her body. Letting out a small whimper, I pulled away from her body.

“Daddy, wait.” Her voice was weak, and her one hand reached for me. I smiled at the nickname that made me so hard coming from her lips.

“I’ll be back, darling. I’m going to clean you up.” I returned with a warm cloth, cleaning up our essence that was left behind, her eyes slowly closing as I cleaned her. A small whimper left her lips again as I left the bedroom.

Grabbing water from the bathroom, I made her sit up and take a sip of water before crawling under the covers with her. Turning around, she nuzzled into my neck. “I love you.” She sighed contently as she shivered against my body.

“That wasn’t too much, was it?” I worried over her as her lashes kissed her cheeks.

“It was perfect,” she hummed while she kissed my chest. My hand grazed her cheek as I watched her fall into a deep sleep.

Letting out a small breath while I held her small body, my excitement at having her body kept me awake. She was my caffeine, and I was sure I could have gone three or four more times before finally being sated. This was her first time, and she would be sore, delectably sore. I hoped secretly she would have a limp to her walk. The thought made my member grow hard again as it rubbed up against her mound. She unconsciously stirred and rubbed against it again.

Shit.

There was no doubt she was my mate. The Goddess had it planned all along; she would be an insatiable Queen and mother to our children. Kissing her forehead as she slept, I settled down into the pillow. Tomorrow I would give her the date she has wanted before I claimed her soul. I’d bite her hard enough to where I touched her spirit, leaving a piece of me and taking a piece from her so we would be intertwined through all eternity.

My Melina, my love, my mate.

Chapter Forty-Two

Alaneo

Melinahadbeenablessing to Osirus. She trusted him wholeheartedly, and I was happy for them both. However, Melina knew how to work her mate to her advantage because the punishment of her friend Tulip was too lenient.This could be a good or bad thing, I chuckled out loud. This would only leave openings for further intimidation or future assassinations of the throne if Tulip wasn’t given a better punishment. I hoped Melina had something special in store for her.

In my own chambers, I sat and waited. Osirus needed to claim Melina, and I knew he was reluctant to do so with her being half-human. The situation had fared far better than expected for her to be half-siren, but we still did not know the repercussions once she was marked. Fae didn’t claim humans, and it hadn’t yet been done. We would have to leave it in the Goddess’s hands that she would be all right. I don’t think I could stand to see Osirus hurt if something happened to her. He had gone through so much that he had yet to tell Melina. He let his charm cover the scars of who he really was.

Osirus was in a dark place for at least two hundred years of his life. Sure, he had some concubines and messed around and that’s what Melina was worried about, but the savageness he had when he was younger was almost vicious. His own family had to stay away and continue to stay in the far northern part of the kingdom for fear of his anger once he took the crown. ‘Cool, calm, collected’ was the mantra he used to say after his warpath. His own father was in shock as he took down hundreds, if not thousands, of rogue vampires on his own to save Everett, Finley, and Braxton’s tribe from his first battle.

It was marked in the history books as a glorious win, and everyone regarded Osirus as a hero, but only those who were there to see his savageness would know how it truly was.

Torture and savagery, that was what it was. He fought with more evil in his heart than any fae I had ever seen. Plucking their eyes out before them and letting them wander the battlefield. There were no swift deaths, just torture, as they called out for their brothers to save them. Osirus wanted his enemies to know his wrath when the Golden Light Kingdom was messed with.

Rogue vampires were vicious, sure. They wanted blood and a lot of it, but his father, Nyx, was worried about his son’s savageness. There were rumors of passing the crown to one of his younger brothers. Thank the Gods it didn’t happen, though. His brothers were more warrior-like than Osirus. According to his father, a fae king was supposed to be delicate, soothing, and commanding, but Nyx’s sons did not get that memo. His wife Nissa and he had bred a new breed of fae royalty, which scared them into hiding.

Several hundred years after the battle of the vampire rogues, Nyx thought his son should take over after years of classes and meditation to control his anger, only for it to blow up in his face. Osirus was livid and let his father know he was to protect his nation along with an army rather than sit and watch his people burn at his command.

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