Page 160 of Finding Love with the Fae King

The Goddess blessed me with a mate that could keep up with my stamina. At first, I was afraid she would be too shy, but that proved wrong far too quickly. I stripped my overcoat and left nothing but my trousers and my bare feet. Pulling the pillows off the bed and pulling the covers, I hear a light clearing of Melina’s dainty throat.

She’s dressed in a baby doll pink lingerie set. Her navel had a dangling mini-chandelier piece that flickered in the light. I groaned internally, not wanting to ruin the moment. She wore a thigh-high garter belt with a matching thong. She looked like a goddess, a sex goddess that would put any female to shame. The love I had for her only swelled more in my chest. Melina had given herself to me many times over the past few weeks, but this was the ultimate gift.

The smile, the love, and the humor she had about love were incomparable to any other woman I had ever had the chance of knowing. If all the women of the planet had disappeared, I would never know because my eyes would always be on her, my queen. It wasn’t often I was left in shock, but this stunning beauty before me had once again proved me wrong. Melina’s hand was set on the doorway, waiting for me to beckon her toward me.

“Come,” I rasped as I walked around the bed, slow and steady.

Like hunter to prey, or was it really hunter to hunter? We both had lust in our eyes, raking through each other’s bodies and souls. She was my soul. I could never live without her. “You are everything my heart desires,” I gasped as I pulled her close.

I raised the silk fabric above her hips as I felt the backside of her body. Melina was already wearing too many clothes.

Leading her to the bed, I picked her up and laid her down like she was a precious work of art. I hovered over her, kissing her forehead, cheeks, chin, and lips as I grabbed her hair. She pressed her laced chest up my body as I unclipped her bra in one stroke. Pooling into my hands, I squeezed and flicked her glorious nipples as her hands touched my face.

Each finger stroke left the sparks trailing down my body. Our hands explored each other like it would be the last time we would see each other. Memorizing every detail, every indentation of her skin, my hands trailed down to her luscious thighs. I wanted to be in her. It was as simple as that.

Taking a large breath, I smelled her arousal; it was thick and heavy with lust. My cock gently brushed her slit as she moaned my name. Tickling her as I wiggled inside her, her pussy clenched instantly. Tightly, she squeezed my girth as I slid in and out of her.

Neither of us begged. Neither of us demanded anything from the other. Just the soft touches, the gentle pull of our nether regions, kept us sated. We stared into each other’s eyes as our bodies moved in sync with one another.

“I love you,” she groaned as her eyes started to roll back into her head. Her hair spread throughout the pillow as I pulled both of her legs around my hips.

I sped up my motion to get a better angle, pulsing in her. Within a few seconds, I had already released myself. Her body and mine glistened with sweat. I kept myself inside her wet cavern as I pulled her to my chest while lying on my side.

“And I love you, darling,” I panted. “Forever, I will.”

“Through thick and thin and whatever future Bergarian throws at us,” she whispered. Knowing there would be a war, the double meaning behind it brought me back from heaven.

“For now, we are in our own paradise, and I will make sure you will always have one.” I rested my chin over her head as we both dreamed about our beautiful future together.

Epilogue

Under the Moon

“Tellusaboutthestory where you slashed the throats of all the warlocks!” Thicket screamed as he pounced on the bed. His dogwood sword in hand, he waved it about as King Osirus smiled at the enthusiasm of his five-year-old. “Tell us how you gutted them like fish!”

“Hey!” Pandora screamed in defense. “You can’t stay stuff like that. Mama said so! It is racist!” Pandora sat on the bed opposite her brother, who was still jumping around the room.

Osirus nodded as he went to calm his son down. “Thicket, Pandora is right. You can’t say such things. You have a bit of your mother in you as well, don’t forget that. Just because you took genes of a fae doesn’t mean it isn’t part of your genealogy.” Thicket sighed and plopped on the bed.

Thicket and Pandora were twins, born twenty years exactly after King Osirus and Queen Melina’s honeymoon. Osirus made sure his queen could cover all Bergarian in their many adventures. He even took her farther than any supernatural had traveled in their realm, all the way to the abandoned deserts.

Melina had also become one of the top warriors, surpassing even the Red Fury, who had mostly retired, spending time with their mates and their respective families. Braxton, the last one to claim his mate, Emilee, was still in his own honeymoon phase since she had come of age just a few years before.

“Yeah,” Pandora quipped. “I’m just more like Mama, a fearless warrior both on land and sea!”

Thicket crossed his arms, unamused by his sister’s ramblings. “I’ll be better than you. Just wait and see. Once Mama allows it, I’ll be in the ring the same day!”

Osirus laughed as his beautiful mate entered the room. She was swollen with their third child and was due in just a few weeks.

“There will be no fighting until you are at least ten,” she scolded. “That is the age where all fae and sirens start their training. Any earlier, I won’t allow it.” Melina sat beside Osirus, who only pulled her to his lap. His hand immediately caressed her belly as she played with his hair.

“So, what are we arguing about before this debate happened?” She smiled at both of her children.

“Which story we want Dad to tell,” Pandora answered, her eyes shining brightly. “I wanted to hear the story of how you both met. It isn’t like the other mating stories I have heard from the servants.”

Melina giggled. “No, it’s not. But it’s our story. Your father needed to realize I would not fall into his arms and give myself to him. Sexy looks can’t get you everything.” Melina winked at Osirus, who only tickled her sides in return.

“Ew,” Thicket groaned. “I wanted to hear a war story! Like the warlock battle where Mama came in riding Horus! Or the war against the rogue vampires in Vermillion!” Melina frowned and rubbed her chest. A deep scar ran from the top left of her body to the bottom right. Melina almost lost her life that day. Osirus was a mess. He carried her bloodied body over an enormous battlefield of raging gore and violence to get her back to their tent. The healers looked on in fear, fear of not only the Queen’s life, but of Osirus’s fury.

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