Curse of the Fae King (27 page)

Meena grinned and muttered something under her breath. A tickle of magic feathered though the room, and his clothes dissolved into mist. Suddenly stricken, she lay still—as if scared of how he’d react—all because of his stupid preconceptions.

Before he returned to tormenting her breast, he murmured, “Thank the Fae gods, I married a Witch.”

Her heartfelt sigh surprised him. She’d faced down his beast and broken his curse, but part of her must have thought he’d reject her again. He stared into her eyes. “Meena, I’ll never do or say anything to hurt you again. I love you deeply, and I was such a fool.”

“That makes two of us, then. Leo, it’s time to look forward, not back.” She lifted her hips, giving him better access to her breasts while she fondled his ears. With a groan, he moved his free hand to her cunt and ran his thumb over her clit. Once she grew wetter, hotter, he eased one finger into her pussy.

Meena’s legs fell open, and he slipped a second finger alongside the first—and instantly found her G-spot. He loved the way she moaned and tried to ride his hand, eager for him to screw her again. She drove all rational thought from his brain, and all he wanted was to sink his cock inside her. A flick of her tongue over the sensitive tip of his ear, and he couldn’t hold out any longer.

When he slid his fingers out of her pussy, she pouted, but he slid between her thighs and ran his dick over the entry to her cunt. She screamed and bucked; then she hooked her legs around his waist. Her free hand slid around the back of his head, and as his dick thrust inside her, she drew his neck to her lips. Her tongue laved an inward spiral and finished over his vein.

“Do it,” he demanded.

MEENA TOOK A deep breath and abandoned her vegetarian principles. She’d craved blood since that first night in the otherworld, and now Leonidas offered his. She’d thought he’d recoil at her Vampire tendencies, but he bent his head, giving her access to his jugular vein. Maybe one day, she’d drink from there, but tonight she had other ideas.

She shimmied down his body, her hair skimming over his chest. When she ran her tongue along the length of his cock, it twitched. Again that was a pleasure reserved for later. She laved her way across to his saphenous vein, the one that ran from up his leg and close to his dick. He gasped as her fangs scraped his flesh. Then she bit down hard. She sank her fangs through his flesh, and heat rolled through her body. Then the tingling started—an electric charge that arched their backs and made their muscles pulse. A deep masculine groan slipped past Leonidas’s lips as Meena sucked at his vein. His blood flowed freely, warming her throat and feeding a hunger she didn’t know she possessed.

Leonidas’s cock stood like a solider on parade, tall, straight, and proud. For her. Then it twitched, and its huge girth felt hot and hard as it brushed her cheek, so she reached up and stroked it from its base to its tip.

She’d worried he’d hate her desire to drink from him, but his physical reaction to her feeding thrilled her. His essence flowed into every sinew and synapse of her body as she completed the blood bond he’d started. “Elves’ blood, woman,” he gasped as she bonded them completely. “You have to do that again soon. Daily would be good. Hourly would be better.”

The Vampire princess—a powerful Witch—and the Fae king melded into one. She tried to draw his dick into her mouth, but he tugged her up to meet his lips in a kiss. Then he plunged inside her, sating their shared sexual needs. Their orgasm crescendoed like cannon barrage, building, burning, bonding them more deeply than the handfasting ceremony.

No longer two people, they shared every thought, every feeling, and nothing would ever separate them again.

“Mine,” he whispered. “And, querida, I’m totally yours.”

Her lips flirted across his, and then her tongue explored his mouth. She knew just how to please and torment him. Finally, all kissed out, she murmured, “I like that. From now on we come as a unit.” She laughed when a dragon screeched outside their window. “That’d be just you, me, and Lipstick then.”

Loose Id Titles by Kryssie Fortune

The SCATTERED SIBLINGS Series

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Curse of the Fae King

Kryssie Fortune

I always said I had a book in me. Easy words, but I never picked up a pen. Then my heart valve broke. Prognosis shocking—operation amazing. With a new lease of life, I decided to reach for my dreams.

Thanks to Loose Id, I’ve taken my first step on a writing career.

I have two grown up children of whom I’m inordinately proud and a husband I adore after almost 40 years of marriage. (Yes, I was definitely a child-bride.)

I’m fortunate enough to work for one of Britain’s biggest (and best) TV companies. If I’m not writing, I’m growing my own vegetables or Skyping my adorable grandson in London.