Page 34 of Finding Love with the Fae King

“Hmm?” I continued to look at the exotic bouquet.

“The flowers? Are they to your liking?” Osirus gave me the day's first smile, and it was nearly noon.

“Yes, they are beautiful. I’ve never seen flowers like these before. Are there many flowers around the castle?” I inquired.

“Darling, there are many gardens around the palace. You can pick as many as you want and make bouquets for our chambers.” I smiled at the thought. There weren’t a lot of flowers around the cabin I used to live in; it was mostly trees and not enough sunlight to reach the ground.

“Osirus? About last night…” I started, but my voice quickly faded at the mention of last night.

“How about we forget about it?” Osirus cut in quickly. His hand came up and brushed a strand of my dark hair. “We both did and said things yesterday we regret, and it is best we put it behind us. We will be more open with communication from now on. Hmm?” I sighed and grabbed his hand.

When I saw Osirus’s fangs last night, the deep guttural growl and the way his ears had elongated like that, like an animal, made me fearful. I knew he couldn’t word-vomit everything out in just two days of knowing each other, but it was certainly a sight to see.

“I wanted to ask you—”

Osirus cut me off quickly. “I know about my appearance.” His eyes darted to the view outside.

The waterfall we were passing was beautiful, and I could have sworn I saw a mermaid, but I dismissed it. Talking to Osirus was more important.

“There are things about the fae that aren’t spoken of. One of those things was what happened last night. I lost control…” Osirus paused as he looked at me. He looked so lost and broken, I didn’t know how to comfort him, so I did the one thing I thought would help: sit in his lap. Werewolves liked it. Why not him? I giggled when his eyes shot up with surprise.

“Go on, let me hear the story,” I mused.

He let out a deep chuckle and continued. “Fae are said to be descended from pixies. Pixies can be mean little creatures when angry. I believe there is a story about some tooth fairy that takes teeth away from children back on Earth?”

I hummed in agreement.

“Well, there were some angry pixies over some land disputes once upon a time, and the pixies attacked their enemies while they were sleeping, and they used their magic to pull out all of their teeth.” I gasped, and Osirus gave me an enormous smile. “It was all true. It is in their history.”

“Makes my teeth hurt.” I laughed.

“Anyway, they have been dubbed feral and unsocialized creatures by many fae, but you have now come to know they are quiet, pleasant creatures. However, that stigma still stays. The Gods created all the supernatural, so they just took the pixies as a blueprint and experimented. Next, they had the fairies and then the fae. That was when they stopped. Many generations ago, many believed the fae were our kind’s ultimate creation, so we were superior. We now have to keep ourselves in check and not succumb to some pixie tendencies that run in our blood. I succumbed last night.”

“But it’s normal,” I chirped, not afraid of who he was last night, more shocked. “That is part of your nature. It is the same with all supernatural. Werewolves do it when they are upset, especially about their mate. All shifters do it. I even heard that vampires throw hissy fits too, and become more demon-like! I’m unsure about witches and such, but that is just who you are! You shouldn’t have to suppress yourself and not be the supernatural you are!” I was getting worked up, and Osirus rubbed his hands on my arms.

“It’s all right. I’m fine now,” he brushed me off.

“Well, I’m not fine!” I pouted. “I enjoyed seeing you all mad. It let me know you cared. Even though it is kind of weird for me to see that.” I blushed. “You are supposed to do that. No one has ever gotten so protective of me, and I liked it when you got mad at Carson. You stood up for me, claimed me, protected me. I wouldn’t want anything less. What do other fae do?”

Osirus pondered for a moment. “In outlying territories, they are more open to who they are. They show forms of aggressiveness and possessiveness. They protect their mates ferociously as long as no one from the capital is nearby.”

“Well, why? You should change it,” I demanded.

“Really, My Queen? If all this talk about change and accepting who we really are is that important to you, does that mean you will accept who you are, the Queen of the Fae?” Osirus smirked.

Chapter Seventeen

Melina

“W-what?Whatdoyoumean?” I questioned Osirus as his hands slithered against my hips, pulling me into his lap.

“I said,” he answered in a husky voice, “shouldn’t you accept who you are meant to be and who you are meant to be with?”

Osirus’s breath was in my ear. It was warm and smelled just like cotton candy, and I had a taste of it just the day before. His nose traced around my ear as he gently nibbled at it, causing a slight whimper to escape my lips.Why does this feel so good?

Osirus turned my body. I was now straddling him, my dress hiked up to my upper thighs, and I blushed in embarrassment as I tried to pull it down. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed, darling. One day I’ll get to see that pale skin of yours.” His lips continued to grace my jaw, leaving small kisses in their wake. His voice was sultry, inviting, and incredibly sexy.

Osirus could top any actor if he was trying to play me. My breathing hitched when he pressed his lips in the crook of my shoulder where it met my neck. “Mmm, found it,” he mumbled.

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