Page 139 of Finding Love with the Fae King

“It was for the best.” Wiping a few tears, Cricket came up and wrapped his little arms around Elaine. Petting his hair lovingly, she grabbed his hand and smiled. “Let’s go inside, hmm? Papa will be back soon.” Cricket jumped excitedly and raced to the palace while Elaine walked after him.

My shoulders slumped as she walked away. Elaine had been through so much and now dealing with the loss of a daughter that wanted nothing more than to get the power her father wanted.

The suns were setting as the warriors began emerging from the trees. Some were bloodied from battle, but their wounds were healing. They weren’t healing as fast as the werewolves, but they would be good as new in time. The wolves had left to go back to their pack to prepare for the upcoming coronation ceremony here at the palace.

More stress. Yay!

As we walked in, there was chaos running through the hallways. Several maids and butlers were running with flowers, linens, bed sheets, candles, and one group of men was carrying an entire throne. Osirus rolled his eyes and pulled me toward our hallway.

“What’s going on?” I questioned as he continued to pull me while I watched the chaos. One woman dropped a stack of plates that crashed to the floor. Nissa came running by and checked the maid before her voice changed an octave higher. “Quick! Someone needs to go to the pottery store and have fifty royal plates made. They must be in light mint green! I don’t care about the price!” Two servants left while another group swept up the mess.

“Now that the threat has been done and over with, my mother is frantic trying to prepare the coronation and binding ceremony. The guest wings need to be prepared, decorations need to be hung, and food. Gods, the food,” he whined. “I forgot to have you pick your favorite flavor of sponge cake for a surprise.”

I gave him a disgusting look. “Are you serious right now? I know I love food and all, but we just got back from the worst blood bath I had ever seen, and you are worried about my favorite sponge cake?” Lifting one of my eyebrows, Osirus rubbed his forehead.

“You’re right.” He sighed.

“But if you are asking,” I chimed in, “almond flavor with the strawberry syrup and chocolate shavings.” Osirus chuckled. “And whipped cream.”

We found our family hallway swarming with maids. There was a new plush white carpet laid down the hallway. Enormous flowers were flanking each doorway. They were beautiful blues, purples, and even hints of yellow in every bunch. Tiny pixies were dusting each petal with small pieces of glitter, and when the light caught the tip of one, its sparkle touched the high ceilings with light.

The aroma also filled the hallway as we walked by each bouquet. We headed to our room, where dinner was waiting for us, but I still had not seen my father or brothers return. I had seen no one besides Braxton and Everett. “Where is Finley?” I asked. Osirus opened the door and led me to our private dining room, and had me sit down.

“Opal was stabbed by Daphne.”

I gasped while Osirus lifted the covering to my food. To my surprise, it was a large steak, just like the one I had at the shifter dragon’s territory. My heart wanted to burst. He remembered how much I loved eating steak. His plate was filled with the same, along with mashed potatoes and asparagus.

“Opal is healing well. She will be up and ready for the ceremony. Finley is with her.” Osirus took his fork and pointed to my food. “Please eat.” His demeanor went cold as I began cutting and eating my food. I wanted to ask about the others, but the mood of the room didn’t allow it.

Little moans left my lips as I tasted my medium-cooked steak. I wondered if Horus thought Prinna tasted like a steak? I snuffed a giggle as Osirus eyed me suspiciously. Clearing my throat, I began eating again. Someone was in a mood.

I patted my lips when I was done and touched one petal on the flower arrangement on the table. I couldn’t get over how soft it felt. Osirus sat there, staring at me like a hunter to prey. His eyes weren’t the deep amber color but were covered in black. Osirus stood up without warning, startling me as he walked to the door. Sitting dumbfounded, I sat as he opened our bedroom door.

“Go shower.” His voice was low as I slowly got up.

My eyes never left his as he held the door and ushered me in. Osirus walked to our large window. The moon was climbing high. I grabbed my nightwear and walked to the bathroom. A few Light pixies flew by the window, letting trails of glitter and sparkle fall to the ground. Osirus stood there, hands behind his back, while gazing over the sea as he waited for me to leave the room.

Shutting the door quietly and stripping out of my clothes, I felt a slight shiver. The room felt colder than usual, but maybe it was because Osirus was sore with me. I disobeyed him by going off and finding him, but I wasn’t just going to sit and wait while I felt his pain. Besides, I had Horus with me. He wouldn’t let any harm come to me. “I helped,” I whispered to myself while checking the water's temperature.

Three heads rained down warm water as I entered. I was grateful that my monthly had slowed down to a barely-there trickle. Today’s stress made my body suck whatever I had in me back up into my body. My body thought I would need all the blood I could get because I was going to die. There you go; my body couldn’t even trust me.

I sighed heavily, my body facing the wall as my hair became drenched with water. The icy shiver I had returned. My ears perked up, and I felt a few scales release on my body when I felt a warm hand wrap around my stomach and another around my throat. My body relaxed slightly. Tingles erupted on my skin.

Osirus’s erection was pressed up against my butt. He moved in closer, almost burying it between my ass. I was pushed up against the shower wall, and my nipples tightened as the coolness of the wall tickled around me. Osirus’s lips brushed up against my ear while he tightened his hand around my neck. “You disobeyed me, darling.” His breath was ragged as the hand on my stomach now lowered and traced my inner thigh. My body shivered while I let out a breathy moan.

Feeling Osirus’s lips smirk on my skin gave me whole new wetness in my pussy. “Now I want you to call me Sir. You lost the privilege to call me Daddy.”

I whimpered. The hand caressing my inner thigh left me cold as he pulled away, and instead, a large smack was left on my ass. The wet skin and the echo of the shower made it sound worse than it really was. His grip on my neck was tight, but delightfully so. It turned me on more the way he had control.

That was one of the many things I loved about Osirus. He knew how to push my buttons. Osirus could take complete control and let me experience things and know he would never hurt me. I didn’t have to think, only feel the pleasure he was giving me.

Another smack woke me from my thoughts as he bit down on my mark. Trickles of red trailed down to my naval as the spike of pleasure was felt at my core. My legs wanted to give out, but he twisted me to face him.

“What happened to my strong little Queen?” he growled before he impaled his tongue in my mouth. His kiss was painful, pleasurable, and so damn hot. My hands left my body as I went to put my hands in his hair, only for him to grab my hands and put them above me. The water trickled down our bodies as I struggled to get free.

“You are mine, darling.” His other hand went straight to my ass and squeezed it tight. “If I say not to follow me into a battle, you listen.” Another smack echoed through the shower. “You are not to cum,” he growled as he grabbed my leg and threw it over his hip. In one quick thrust, he entered me. It was achingly delicious as he thrust into my weepy core.

The head of his cock and the position he was holding me hit my g-spot just right. It was rough, and intense, and I wanted to cream all over him. If we weren’t in a shower, I would have been just as wet from sweat. He was relentless. His muscles tightened as his chest rose and fell with his heated breaths.

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