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Normally I would have been rock hard, but seeing her sleep so peacefully on my chest as she intertwined our legs was too precious to screw up with an erection.

There were so many things we would have to discuss tomorrow. Her friend, the prisoners, Peoni. I wanted to throw it all away and just spend time with my darling. We hadn’t had the most peaceful courtship, but tomorrow night I would give her the date she deserved.

Chapter Forty

Melina

Therewasapoundingin my head, like a hammer to a nail. It continued pounding until my semi-conscious state was reeling in anger to wake up and take care of the pain. Lifting my hand to my forehead, I could feel the constant racking of my brain. “Ouch,” I whined, feeling the tears reaching the corners of my eyes. Why was I feeling so terrible?

Groaning, I rolled over and landed on a hard chest. Squinting my eyes so the sunlight didn’t rip my brain in half, I saw Osirus’s perfectly sculpted chest. I couldn’t believe how perfect his body was. Not a single scar. Werewolves were known for their fighting and quick healing abilities. Sometimes they healed so quickly, they would leave tiny white scars on their bodies. That didn’t happen with the fae. Even though they didn’t have as quick of healing as the werewolves, their bodies would always heal themselves, so their flesh was perfect.

It was so perfect it made me want to take my tongue and run it through the creases of his abs. The pounding in my head reminded me nothing like that could happen now, possibly for a week, if it didn’t let up soon. Is it possible to bruise your brain? I’m pretty sure it is after the splitting headache I have right now.

“Darling?” His voice was raspy. That beautiful silk voice wasn’t present as he scooted up to the headboard. “Darling, are you all right?” Giving him a small smile, I nodded my head as I held my forehead. “Yeah, just a little headache.” I tried to open my eyes, but my eyes refused and now I had the ugliest face, as one eye was completely shut and the other half open.

“Oh, darling.” He chuckled. “I’ll have someone get you some potions to help.” Throughout the morning, Osirus tended to me like a mother would a child. He checked my forehead and took a cold washcloth to my face to ease the pain. Being pampered wasn’t something I was used to, but it was something I really enjoyed.

The pain was so fierce at times, I hardly noticed I was completely naked. Osirus didn’t dare look at my body and there wasn’t a hint of lust; he just took care of me. Fed me, stroked my head, and even tickled my back while I slept with his nimble fingers. Could this man get any more perfect?

Somewhere between lunch and dinner, I felt my strength come back to me. The small naps we took together helped enough to let me out of bed, but Osirus was by my side the entire time. “I had planned our date for this evening, but you are still weak. How about tomorrow?”

My heart plummeted into my stomach. “No, I want to go today,” I whined like a baby.

Osirus chuckled and stroked my hair. “Darling, it’s all right. I would rather have you 100 percent.” Placing a gentle kiss on my forehead, he retreated to the closet, where he pulled out a dress for me to wear.

“Unfortunately, there are some things we need to discuss. Will you get dressed for me so we can go talk in the living area?” Taking the dress he picked, it was as gorgeous as all the others. A baby pink sundress with small dots all over that gave such a 1950s vibe.

While dressing, I tried to remember the events of last night. How did I even get here? The pounding in my head was gone, and the memories along with it. The last thing I remembered was dancing with Osirus, his hands all over my body as we kissed and touched. Thinking about it was getting me hot, but that was all I could remember. Had we gone to bed straight afterward?

Opening the bedroom door leading to the sitting area, I saw a distraught Tulip and Alec on the loveseat. Both looked at me with worry until Osirus held out his hand to take me to sit with him. Alaneo sat carelessly in a nearby chair while Lucca had his arms crossed, giving them the evil eye.

“What’s going on?” I asked, concerned. Lucca unfolded his arms as he came to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Why don’t you ask your best friend?” he spat out those last words.

“Tulip? Is everything all right?” Tulip looked at Alec, who only nodded for her to go on.

“Do you remember what happened last night? After I gave you your last drink?” A flash went through my mind of her handing me a green substance that did not taste like the rest of the alcohol I consumed. Tilting my head, trying to remember more, more flashes came to light. Me straddling Osirus with his lust-filled gaze, me grinding into his member, my breasts almost falling out of my dress.

My face grew white as I realized I had done this in public, in front of his friends, his subjects, my brothers. Mouth agape and my hands flying to my mouth in shock, a lone tear fell down my face. Being mortified was only the tip of the iceberg. Nothing else had gone wrong, had it? Why did I do those things?

“Oh Goddess,” I cried. “What did I do?” I looked at Osirus with a somber look on his face.

“Darling, it wasn’t your fault.” The pad of his thumb brushed across my cheek, catching a tear.

“I gave you a lap dance in front of the entire kingdom! How is that not my fault? I drank too much! They will think of me as some whore!” I cried and Lucca came up from behind me, turning me so he could ease my crying.

My hand never left Osirus’s as Lucca whispered, “It isn’t your fault, and the entire kingdom will know the truth.”

Gazing up at Lucca, I looked at both in confusion. “Truth? What truth?” Osirus pulled me back into his arms and patted my head as my head laid in his chest.

“Darling, Tulip gave you a seduction potion. It was to inhibit your senses. They are not to be sold in our kingdom, but somehow, she retrieved some and spiked your drink.” My head darted to Tulip, praying it was just a joke, a mistake. Someone else had done it and she didn’t realize it.

“It’s true,” she whispered, barely audible. “I just wanted you to let loose. You were so nervous, and I was trying to help,” she cried. Tulip tried to rush to me, but Lucca stood in front of me and growled.

“Get back, wolf,” he growled as his teeth descended into sharp points.

“How could you, Tulip? That was wrong.” I sucked in a breath. “You know I like to do things at my own pace. Why would you force this? This is my love story, not yours.”

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