Page 29 of Finding Love with the Fae King

“No, I did not… date.” He put it into air quotes. Osirus sighed and crossed his legs in front of me. “I’ll be honest. There was a time I thought I would never find you.” He grabbed my hand and laced his with mine. “I had lived for over eight hundred years, a long time without a destined one. I had relations with several”—he cleared his throat—“concubines.”

I gasped and took my hand away from his. I instantly regretted it as his face fell. Feeling terrible about it, I grabbed his hand back.

“Sorry, I know our cultures are different. I shouldn’t react like that.”

Osirus gave a soft smile. “But I shouldn’t have, knowing I had my destined one waiting for me.”

“I wasn’t even born yet; I think you are fine.” Even though it hurt me, I couldn’t blame him for it. At least he wasn’t doing it now.

“I have not done anything like that in over three hundred years now. I’ve been searching for you since then. I’m sorry.” His eyes were soft, begging for forgiveness.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, Osirus, that’s a long time, and I think it was honorable of you to wait that long.”

“Gods, I don’t deserve you.” His finger trailed down my cheek, and I bowed my head, afraid he would see the giddy grin on my face.

“Don’t hide from me.” He lifted my chin back to his face. “I’ve waited so long to see your face; I don’t want to miss any blush.”

I giggled like a little girl and shoved him playfully. “Stop that,” I whined.

“What about you, darling?” he quipped. “Did you date?”

I laughed at the stupid question. “Definitely not. I was too busy taking care of myself to worry about anyone else. I was the awkward teenager that hung out with the popular kids. The pack of wolves as I know of them now. People stayed away from that group as well as me.” I finished up the flowered crown I was making in my lap. “I had a few guys I liked, but nothing came of it. I didn’t care that much about pursuing it. Besides, I’d figured they would leave me like my parents did.”

Once I finished my flower crown, I let go of Osirus’s hand. I stared back up at him. His face was somber with a slight tick of his jaw, so to lighten the mood, I took my flower crown and got on my knees, careful not to fall over my dress. Osirus looked confused until I placed the flower crown on his head.

“There, now you are the King of the Magical Meadow!” I laughed, sitting back down and falling back. I felt my hair strewn across the grass as I continued to laugh. Big ‘ole kingly man now had a crown of flowers.

He looked so cute with a flower crown. Now he looked like a girly fae you would see in some crude painting from a pervy artist. He was just so—not pretty, but—handsome. Everything about him was alluring, drawing me in. As much as I wanted to fight it, the longer I was with him, the more comfortable I became.

Osirus finally smiled as he saw me laughing; he laid down beside me, propping his elbow on the grass and tilting his head toward mine. “King of the Magical Meadow, huh?” I giggled again and bit my lips from laughing too much. It felt so good to laugh.

His eyes wandered from my eyes to my lips, and his thumb came up to my chin to pull my bottom lip from my teeth. “Don’t do that, darling,” he whispered. I tilted my head to the side, cocking my eyebrow.

“Do what?” I whispered back.

“Gods.” He sighed heavily. “Darling, can I kiss you?”

Osirus’s eyes were so intense I felt like he could read everything that was going on in my mind. When I didn’t answer, he leaned in closer. I was still lying on the ground, mulling over his words, until I finally let out a faint, “Yes,” as his lips brushed mine.

Not to sound cliché, but time stopped when his lips touched mine. His lips were much softer than I thought they would be. There was so much passion as his lips moved against the slickness of my lip gloss.

My body responded almost immediately, kissing him back. He tasted like my favorite cotton candy, and I couldn’t get enough. I continued to kiss him like I was always meant to do it, and his hand came down, cupping my cheek. The pad of his thumb stroked my jaw, and I sighed. My hands quickly went up around his neck, and he pulled me up and had me straddle him.

My dress hiked up my thighs, but not enough to expose anything. With me straddling his lap, his arms came around my waist, pulling me closer to him. Osirus’s tongue gently licked my lips. Praying I had watched enough romance movies, I opened my mouth only to be greeted with his tongue massaging mine. He groaned as his grip went tighter around my lower waist. My hips did something I never thought possible and started rocking into him.

Goddess, it felt good. Once I realized what I was doing, I quickly stopped and continued to kiss his tasty lips.

I let out a gigantic sigh, and he then squeezed my rear end, causing me to stop kissing him and gasp.

“I’m sorry, darling, I got a bit carried away,” he whispered into my mouth as he caressed my face.

“Sorry, I was surprised.” I giggled.

He smirked as he pulled a few strands of my hair away from my face.

Osirus

Holy fucking Goddess. My love had just let me kiss those pouty lips. They were so succulent, so ripe, just for me, and the best part about it was that no other man, fae, or shifter had touched what was mine. She had saved herself for someone she cared about, and being blessed by the Gods, she gave that gift to me. My poor heart was beating faster than it had ever done before, faster than any adrenaline rush from any battle or war.

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