“Seven said if I saw an overfed house cat it was you,” she whispers.
Overfed? What the fuck? Skinny bastard!
The frustrated fury burns through me so wildly my magic spins around without thought. The room shifts as I grow. The walls press in on me little by little until, I’m standing six and a half feet taller and my bulky frame fully fills the narrow hall.
“I’m not fuckin’ overfed.” My teeth grind slightly as she smiles softly. Her gaze trails down my chest.Slowly.
No one’s ever looked at me like that…
But then logic slips in and reminds me what awaits us in the very near future.
“Come here.” My palm grips around her lower arm, my fingers wrapping fully around her wrist.
Holy starlight. Her ribs are hard beneath the softness of her body. We definitely should be feeding her more.
Uneven footfalls call out to me, pricking at my senses and sending me into action.
I jerk her toward me, twirling her around and hearing the most enticing gasp slip from her lips. But I don’t have time to enjoy the sound before I’m pulling open the closest door, and shoving her inside. I step in as well, my chest pressing into hers and finding hard walls and too many brooms bumping into us on all sides.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I realize I crammed us into what’s apparently the Kingdom’s smallest closet.
My biceps brush the brick on both sides. No light sneaks in. My sight gives me subtle hints of her. A faint glow around her tells me she’s looking up at me. I can’t see her fully, not nearly as much as I’d like.
“I—”
“Shhh.”
My hand covers her mouth and I press my weight down on her until her back hits the wall. Small hands grip over mine and I hate that I’m handling her like this. I’d gladly flip her around this way and that if our situations were different. Flashes of fantasies flicker through my mind with the thought of how good it’d feel to grip her hips hard and angle her just right: sink my cock into her tight pussy while I sink my fangs into her soft flesh.
Why the fuck am I thinkin’ like this? What is wrong with me?I swallow hard as voices grow louder just outside the door.
He’s coming. Don’t speak.
My body fully covers hers. A tremble shakes through her small frame and I lean my head down until my temple brushes hers. I lower my hand slowly away from her mouth. Her fingersstill cover my knuckles. Even as I lower my hands, and skim my palms over her hips…
It’ll be okay.
She nods to me. She nods like she trusts me and I have no idea why that spreads the weirdest warmth through my chest. Her breath picks up as the King’s voice is heard very clearly now.
“Do you smell that?” he asks.
“W—what?” A female voice quakes and though I don’t know which one, I know it’s a Promise he has with him.
I sniff slowly and a flowery scent lingers in her hair but she just doesn’t smell like fae. She doesn’t hold their heavy scent of earthy magic like I thought she would.
“Smells like—“ The sound of his lips smacking curls my stomach. Her breath shakes out across my shoulder. My fingers dip into her curves and she steps into me then. Her breasts press against me as she lowers her head to the center of my chest. She hides there, in the span of my arms wrapping around her small frame.
“Smells like young cunt,” the King grunts out.
The tremor that consumes her body has me holding her tighter. Her breaths are silenced, her exhales disappearing into my chest as she smothers herself harder against me.
I’ll never let that fucker touch her.
“M—me?” the female stutters.
“No! I saidyoung, Bethany!” A loud snort of a breath sniffs the air just outside the closet door.
If he finds us in here, he’ll kill me. But not until he shows me what isn’t mine. He’ll teach me a lesson for being found alone with one of his Promises. And she’ll get the brunt of his twisted anger.
