Page 99 of Finding Love with the Fae King

Not long after dessert, the suns had set, and the night was a glow through the enormous bonfire in the middle. Elven women and men came out dancing in vine and leaf clothing as they danced rhythmically to the music of beating drums and wooden flutes. My smile grew wide as the men started doing flips over the fire, some even spitting out a substance that made fire come from their lips. They were all shirtless and were light on their feet as they continued their jumping. The women held large flower necklaces and started placing them on several men in the tribe.

“The women are choosing their dance partners for the next few songs,” Annabelle spoke proudly of her people. The pride she radiated as the little ones ran around to their parents, as well as each other, was heartwarming.If only humans on Earth could have close-knit communities like these.

Continuing to look on, I felt Osirus’s arm that was wrapped around me tighten, and his gaze shifted to his right. A beautiful Elven woman with long red hair, pinned to the side of her head with intricate braids and flowers, placed a large, flowered necklace over my mate’s head.

Chapter Forty-Seven

Osirus

Melina’sbodyflexedinanger as she saw the flowered ornament hang from my neck. My initial reaction was shock before utter disbelief. This woman would dare try to claim me for a dance. When flowers were hung by an unmated female to a male’s neck, it meant they wanted to dance and take pleasure after the fact. Of course, Annabelle didn’t tell Melina that, but I think she knew from the tension in the air.

Melina stood up and walked around me to the red-headed elf that easily was a head taller than her. Her eyes flashed black as I saw not only the fangs I saw earlier with Lura, but as well as the razor-sharp teeth that a siren would have. My bite must have awakened her siren as well.

“What in Hades’s name do you think you are doing?” Her throat made a growling noise, similar to a sea lion. Melina continued to flick her fingers as she walked closer to the young elf.

“I’m giving a flower ornament to the King. What else does it look like?” she said cockily to Melina. Melina’s eyes clouded over as her wings fluttered, making herself eye level.

“Is. That. So?” Melina whispered, and with a small breeze caused by her wings, she pushed the Elven woman to a nearby tree, holding her up with her clawed hands. The grip was tight, and blood trickled from her neck. If I thought Melina was angry with Lura, this was something else.

“He’s mine, you pile of moldy leaves. I bare his mark!” Melina spat as she took her other hand to slice her arm. Many elves gathered to watch the commotion of their future Queen torturing one of their own.

Many protested, but Zaos held his arm up for the arguments to stop. “She has every right. Alissa started this mess, and the future Queen will finish it.” His voice was bold, daring anyone to question. “She gifted the King a flowered ornament.” Gasps were heard throughout the crowd, while Melina continued to hold Alissa with one hand.

“Y-you h-haven’t m-m-marked h-him,” she stuttered through the vice around her neck. “F-free g-game.” Melina’s eyes narrowed and gripped tighter. A snarl ripped through her mouth as she let her go.

Pissed off, Melina was a damn turn-on. I couldn’t help it. The way her breath was ragged, the anger in her eyes, the possessiveness she procured in just a matter of seconds got my dick harder than I ever thought was possible. I almost prayed she would fuck me right here on the table and mark me for everyone to see, but I knew she wasn’t into that kinky shit. Plus, the elves were a bit more reserved. The fae, on the other hand…

“If people would stop interrupting us, maybe I could get that done,” she said.

Lura blushed in embarrassment and hid behind her mate, who was snickering at her earlier disruption. Melina turned around and ripped the flower necklace from my neck, and stomped back over to Alissa, who was still rubbing her neck. Ripping it in half and taking several flowers, she opened her mouth and stuffed them in. Alissa was choking on the petals while she stood up. “Pray to the Gods I don’t remember you after my binding ceremony,” Melina bent down to look her in the eye, “because I will come back and finish the job if you so much as look at my mate.”

Melina quickly grabbed my hand and immediately flew while pulling me. I followed suit, not wanting to make her angry anymore or cum all over my pants.

I’m guessing she was no longer afraid of flying. Her anger overpowered her self-confidence as she led us to a large spring. A small waterfall, no higher than three feet, was at the far end. Several willow trees concealed the area, so we had plenty of privacy from prying eyes. Landing at the water’s edge, she immediately stripped, and my eyes went from her breasts to her arse as she threw off her clothes and immediately dove in as her wings automatically retracted.

By the time she surfaced, she was in the middle of the spring. The angry scowl she sported was long gone, and peace had taken over her body. She stood up; the water came just underneath her breasts while her white and blue hair cascaded down her back. The epitome of beauty was staring at me as the water glistened down her body. Giving a small smile, she threw out her hand, and her finger curled up to let me know she wanted me to join.

Stripping off my linens, I entered the water quickly, not sure if anyone was really around, and swam to her. The small blue and green sparkles that littered her body had become larger and looked like small scales. Her legs wrapped around my torso as we headed deeper into the water. My siren said nothing as she pressed her body against my chest. Her nipples were hard as diamonds as they would brush up against me.

Shivers ran up against our bodies as our breaths sped up. Slamming my lips on hers, we kissed passionately near the waterfall. Small droplets of water dusted our skin as she gripped onto my arms.

“I need you, Osirus.” She panted as I grabbed a nipple between my lips. Rolling her nipple in my mouth, she tugged at my hair and moaned feverishly as her hips gyrated over my cock. She didn’t just need me, I needed her as well. I aligned myself to her core, and before I could thrust into her, she slammed herself on me and let out a scream.

“Daddy, more. Fuck me hard.” Her head lulled back as I pushed her up against the rough, wet rock behind her. I thrust into her harder than I ever had. Her anger and possessiveness over me had turned on something more in my soul. I couldn’t tell if it was because I had marked her or she was so fucking hot all on her own. Her groans turned to growls as I sucked her mark, nipping it along the way.

“Do you like it, baby?” I whispered in her ear as I pulled at her earlobe. “Do you like it rough?” She moaned again and went straight for my neck. Fuck, she was going to mark me. My cock twitched harshly inside her, and her pussy gripped onto me. One kiss on the crook of my neck and her teeth pierced the skin. Her siren, her fae, had taken over, and she let her instincts were telling her to bite the hell out of me.

My seed roped her womb as she gently rocked into me as she milked not only my cock but my neck. She was sucking, biting, and riding it out. I gripped her breasts to prolong her pleasure because all I cared about was her.

I was becoming weaker by the second as my baby let go of my neck. Licking me lightly, she pulled me from my still raging hard cock and let me lean on her. Her body engulfed mine in a hug as she swam us both across the lake with ease. I couldn’t remember much as she pulled me to shore; both of our bodies were naked under the moon, which was now high in the sky.

I didn’t have the strength to get dressed as my eyes closed on their own, Melina seemed to be pleased with herself as she snuggled up closer to me as we lay on the thick moss beneath us. A large blanket engulfed us, and the Water nymphs giggled at us as we both as I fell asleep.

The night felt only like a blink as I woke through the light sources flowing through the willow’s leaves. Looking at my side for Melina, I became panicked. She wasn’t there. Standing up with the same suit I wore the day I was born, I looked for her, calling her name. Pixies came around and started snickering as I pulled the blanket back over my hips.

Damn pixies.

“Where is she?” I ordered, and they stopped laughing.

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