"Speak, where is the crown prince? Why have you not answered?" I knew from my servant's hesitation to answer that I was not going to like what she had to say. "He's with his mate in the dream world." The words sent shocking pain riveting through my system. How many times have I tried luring him into one of my dreams? Not once has he ever answered the call. He's known her for what, a few days? And already he's been to his favorite place to think of her and now this. "You say she's a fairy, nymph mix?""Among other things. Her grandsire is also the elf king and....""So what? That's still nowhere near the pedigree of woman our prince should be coupled with.""She's also the grand niece of Princess Hyacinth of the North Valley kingdom." That last caught my attention, it sounded like something I should know. Granted all those hours I'd spent with Lucien in the classroom had been spent studying him more so than the books or listening to anything the old tutor
I fought to stay awake even though it was that time of night when I'd usually be up and about. But being close to her and having to keep myself in check had put a strain on me that was emotionally taxing. I thought for sure I'd be bored out of my mind laying there next to her for a whole night, having to keep myself under control, but nothing could be further from the truth. I wasn't expecting the smorgasbord of delights I got to enjoy just from having her in my arms. She's a restless little thing, each time I think she's settled she'd start moving all over again; something I'll have to look out for once she shares my bed since her knees seem to like gravitating to my balls. Knowing her schizo ass she's probably doing it subconsciously. If her constant rubbing up against me wasn't torture enough, her scent was my own personal aphrodisiac, it clouded my senses and made it damn near impossible to stay in the bed with her. And once she settled down her soft weight
I slipped back into my bird form and laid beneath the tree she'd found me under the day before, doing a good impression of being hurt. If she gave it much thought she'd wonder how I'd flown away so strongly the day before only to be in this condition now. But I'm banking on her compassionate nature clouding her judgment. I heard her coming not long after I arrived and started limping along the grass embankment making sure there was no way she could miss me. "Oh little birdie, so this is where you flew off to. Why did you leave so suddenly yesterday did we scare you?" She's so easy. She picked me up from the ground where I was pretending to be too weak to fly. "Let me take you back to the house then I'll come back for my swim." Nope, that's my reward for being good all night while you slept in my arms. I hopped from her hand and ran along the grass twittering. She laughed at my antics and tried to catch me again. This time I flew onto a low- lying branch of the
What on earth happened to me in the night? I looked at the atrocity on my neck after running out of the bathroom upon seeing it the first time and returning again to make sure my eyes were not deceiving me. That it wasn't some trick of the early morning light that was now easing its way through the French windows that lined one whole wall of the bathroom. I got a strange feeling in the pit of my tummy as I ran my fingertips gently over the mark. It felt like molten heat had travelled from the deepest part of me to that secret place between my thighs and I grew breathless-twitchy. To the point where I had to squeeze my thighs together to help ease the ache. My mind drifted on its own until I got a quick flash of him, my tormentor, and pulled away from the mirror with a loud gasp. I looked around half expecting to find him standing there behind me, watching. My skin felt flushed, my nipples hardened and tingled in a way they never have before and for a split second I fel
My eyes fell on the mark on my neck and I remembered what it was I'd been doing before I started daydreaming. I can't let the others see my neck, which seemed to be getting darker by the minute. Not until I had some answers myself as to how it got there. So I did my best to conceal it with some makeup. That only hid it to some extent but it would have to do for now. Pulling my hair forward did the rest and I looked myself over one last time before leaving the bathroom. I suddenly felt more rested than I had in days, weeks even, and was looking forward to spending another lovely Sunday afternoon with my sisters before school started again in the morning. How odd the mind is. It can go from the sordid thoughts I'd been having as I stood before the mirror. Thoughts that were incendiary at best, and now to something as innocent as school the next day. I took birdie downstairs with me leaving Patrick in his cage since the two of them couldn't seem to get along. I'll
I felt a sense of rising panic for her before I was able tamp it down again. At least we've already met so it won't be a complete surprise when I show up again. She already knows who I am; that I'm her fated mate, so there will be no surprise there either. And I can overcome her fear if I have to. I won't appear to her as the cardinal again, that game is dead. But for the next forty-eight hours I have to keep an eye on her, be near her or I'll lose my ever-loving mind. No problem, I can watch her from afar while the sun is up but it's not going to be easy. After all I'd tried to do, in the end she was the one to change her fate. As my balls calmed down I limped into the bathroom for another frozen shower, wondering why everything seemed stacked against us. Why all that could possibly go wrong, suddenly was. A cacophony of fucked up shit. Now even the water was too much against my skin. Fuck this! I calmed myself as I turned off the water with the thought that I
I let part of my mind idle there, keeping an eye on her, while with the other part of my consciousness I thought of the best course of action. Every once in a while she would spike and I'd feel that shit. I could see that damn egg just floating around in there, teasing me, egging me on, pun intended. "I'll be back!" I threw my white silk napkin down on the table and got up to leave with all eyes on me. They'd been quiet all throughout dinner for obvious reasons but now I could feel their angst on the rise again. Just to fuck with them I turned at the door with a smile. "If I don't make it, if the fairy does me in, I leave Vespasian as my heir." I walked away laughing at the pandemonium that statement left behind as I took to the sky heading to her place. I'd used the time at the table to map out a plan in my head. Thankfully our mating ritual isn't as long and drawn out as the humans'. Their courting shit can go on for months, sometimes years. That's one of the
I knew the second he breached the perimeter and crossed the property line. I'm not sure what the connection between him and this thing on my neck happens to be, but from the moment it started tingling I knew. I'd been shocked earlier when he invaded my mind, and even more so by his candid forthcomings. Not sure why I expected him to lie, to evade. From a distance his voice is almost soothing, reassuring, but now that he's this close I feel that sense of dread creeping up on me once again. It hadn't been an easy day, not after the conversation my sisters and I had at breakfast. I'm still trying to figure out how I could've missed what they felt, heard; sensed. But what baffled me even more is when they swore that the strange phenomena had generated from my room. I ran my fingertip over the mark on my neck as I wondered not for the first time if this had something to do with all that I'd supposedly missed. He'd said it was his doing and though I believe him, it st