Page 61 of Finding Love with the Fae King

There was a point last night where I asked him to take me. I wanted to be his, fully. I wanted him to kiss up and down my body and thrust the beast inside me, but we had to wait. No one knew what would happen to me. We were going in blind once he bit me. My gut told me everything would be fine, but Osirus didn’t want to risk it, especially since he thought I would be out for a few days either changing or accepting the bond in my human form so I could live for centuries as he could.

Throwing the covers back, I stepped into our closet and pulled out silk and leather riding pants and a tunic. A tan leather bodice went on the outside of the tunic, giving me a very warrior princess look. The boots were tall and hit my knee, and riding gloves were tucked into my belt. I loved the outfit almost as much as the beautiful dresses that Osirus liked to pick out for me.

A sharp sting on my butt had me rubbing it fiercely. Osirus was in his workout clothes. In a loose tunic with an open chest, his lean muscles were on display. His hair was pulled back and showed off his muscular neck. He had a bit of blond stubble to match his platinum blond hair. He was more rugged than his normal clean-cut, kingly look, and I loved it. This suited him so much more than what he appeared to be.

Once the Court was demolished and rebuilt with representatives, I hoped he would keep it this way. I licked my lips unknowingly, and he gave me that knowing smile.

“Enjoying the view, darling? Because I am really enjoying mine.” His hand slithered around my waist and gave my butt a tug. “Your arse is so damn plump. I can’t help but want to spank it until it’s red.”

I giggled and planted a chaste kiss on his lips. “Maybe later. We need you focused!”

The training fields looked a lot like the ones in Tulip’s pack. There were stadium stands, large and tires, but no screens to strip out of clothes to shift for shifters that wanted to keep their decency. Some ladies liked a bit of privacy back home. Osirus brought me with him, and he said I was never to leave his sight, which I was sure would be difficult for him since he still had meetings to attend. I guess my afternoon naps were over with.

“Melina! Over ‘ere!” Braxton waved me over. He was swinging a battle-ax and throwing it at some targets while Osirus set up Montu for some riding practice with Alaneo. Braxton took a large axe, swung it toward the target, and hit dead center.

“Nice shot!” I clapped.

Braxton did a mock bow while I ran to the enormous, wooded target. It comprised three large tree trunks stacked together with painted bulls-eyes in the middle. Something I would expect of the Red Fury. The axes were thrown so harshly that I had to use my full weight to pull them out. I could only carry one axe at a time back to him. They had to weigh at least eighty pounds apiece. Braxton laughed and took the one from me while he pulled the other three out.

“Are you here to train or just watch your destined and his rippling muscles?”

That didn’t even deserve a response.

I pursed my lips and wiggled my mouth back and forth. “Both,” I said confidently. “Can you train me?”

“Sure,” he said brightly as he threw the axe down. “What are your strengths?”

“Osirus says I’m pretty stubborn.” I laugh.

“We all know that.” He rolled his eyes.

“All right, I’m an excellent swimmer. I’m wicked fast.” Back at my old pack, there were many times we would all race across the lake. I’d beat everyone every time. Now that I thought about it, they were werewolves, and I kicked their tails with their stupid doggy paddle.Maybe werewolves suck at swimming.

“Well, the fight will be on land, so water training is out.” Braxton got a smaller axe that looked like a toothpick compared to his axe. “Let’s start with this.” For the next fifteen minutes, Braxton talked about the aerodynamics of the axe, the position, how you threw it, and a mini-history lesson on who created them in this realm. I was bored out of my mind. I finally grabbed it out of his hand and got into my stance.

“The hell is she doing!?” I heard Osirus dismount his horse. His light armor he donned looked like it was paper-thin. Braxton mentioned it was light as a feather and made by the gnomes. They worked with the metals of the Earth—I mean, Bergarian. They had perfected the ideal armor suit for the King and his royal armies, and the wonderful armor came at a price. It was expensive, but Osirus wanted nothing but the best for his armies.

“She said she wanted to train!” Braxton shouted to him as Osirus continued to walk up with long strides. His walk was powerful, the rippling of his muscles beneath the armor, his large gait, and his flowing hair that escaped the band that held it back.

My mate was a fine piece of meat, and it was all I could do to keep my tongue in my mouth. How in the Goddess I ever denied him, I’ll never know.

“Like hell she is,” he growled. “You will be nowhere near the fight, Melina. Not on my watch.”

“I don’t need a dang babysitter! All my life, I have taken care of myself. I don’t want to be some damsel in distress!” I huffed, crossing my arms.

“I said no! I will not move on this. Darling, you must see reason. You are human.”

I bit my cheek. I was nothing but a porcelain doll on a shelf or a bird in his golden cage. One could reason that I was weak, I was human, but he could at least see that I wanted to be useful in some way.

I strutted up to him and whispered to him, “If you don’t at least let me train, I won’t let you spank me anymore.” I crossed my arms and smiled.

“Darling,” he bent over to whisper in my ear, “I think it is you that likes it, so you are really just punishing yourself.”

“Tell that to your dick that was twitching whileyourhand trembled atmyflesh,” I whispered seductively back.

Osirus’s breathing went heavy, his eyes growing darker by the second as he groaned.

I turned to walk away, grabbing the axe that Braxton set out for me. I knew I would not hit the mark, but dang. I wanted to hit something to let out the frustration. One swift throw and my axe flew and landed straight in the middle of the target. My insides were bursting with excitement at how I nailed the bullseye, but I kept my cool.

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