Wicked Prince Charmings: Blue Saffire & Co. Fairy Tales

by Blue Saffire

  “Relax, Blaise. I’m here to pleasure you,” I whisper in her ear.

  I plant kisses from her chin down her neck. I latch onto her silky skin and suck it into my mouth. My spirit link demands I mark her as mine.

  I smile when I pull away and her skin bares my mark. I move to her shoulder and flick my tongue out against her flesh. I drag it down across her delicious skin to her breast.

  “You taste so fucking good. Like you were made for me.”

  Blaise wiggles beneath me. Her pussy is so wet, it soaks my fingertips. I can smell her arousal. It makes my mouth water.

  “My Blaise,” I murmur against her nipple then draw it into my mouth.

  She bows her back off the bed. I look up into her eyes through my lashes. The questions I see in her eyes tears at my spirit link. I don’t like her doubting me.

  “You’re mine, Blaise.”

  Blaise

  There are no words to explain how much I want this dream to be real. When he looks at me, I feel cared for and cherished. The way he makes my body feel makes something inside me swell.

  No matter what I look like inside these dreams, he speaks to me as if it doesn’t matter. Beauty or beast, he cares for me. In these dreams he makes me feel like anything is possible.

  “Argon,” I whisper as he calls me his.

  I want to be his. I want to give all of myself to him. His nails bite into my skin as he drags them down my side.

  “Do you feel that, Blaise. That’s our bond. I’ll forever be with you,” he murmurs against my belly.

  Dream Argon has all the right things to say. I allow myself to latch onto his words in this world. It’s better than listening to the part of me that says I’m about to lose him.

  I cry out when he settles between my legs and starts to feast on me the way only he can. I grab for the sheets and rock my hips against his face. This time something is different.

  The possessiveness is still there, but there’s something more. I don’t dig too deeply. I’m already emotionally overwhelmed.

  Which is evident in my lack of control over my powers. The bed is surrounded by flames. Still, Argon continues to push deeper and sip at my essence more. When I gush all over his face, he laps it up then turns onto his back.

  “Come to me,” he commands.

  I sit up and crawl over to him. He guides me to straddle his hips and lowers me onto his length. With his gaze he gives me a silent command to ride him.

  I start to lift up and down on him, finding a comfortable rhythm. He’s stretching me so much more this way. I circle my hips to relieve the ache within and moan loudly.

  The movement brings more pleasure then I expected. I repeat the motion again and again while I bounce more vigorously in between. He lifts and latches onto my breast, sucking at my flesh and overloading my senses.

  Argon’s nostrils flare as he releases my skin from his mouth and licks his lips. When he starts to thrust into me from beneath me, I lose my mind and toss my head back. He begins to pull me down to meet his thrusts.

  “Argon, yes, oh yes.”

  With lightning speed he flips me onto my back and kisses me hard. When he breaks the kiss, he goes down on me again. Stars burst behind my lids as I come.

  He climbs back up my body, dropping kisses on his way. I cup his face and he kisses me. The taste of vanilla and apples is on his lips. I moan as the flavor burst on my tongue.

  “Blaise,” he breathes as he lifts my right leg over his arm and slides into me. “Do you feel what you do to me?”

  I brush his hair behind his ear and look into his eyes. He’s so perfect. I wish this were another life. A life where I could remember who I am and where I’m from.

  However, his eyes tell me none of that matters to him. I push my head back into the pillows and have to look away from the intensity in his gaze. I watch the flames that surround us.

  They burn hot, but not as hot as his passion for me. Sweat drips down his back as I run my hands along his skin. His hard muscles flex as he moves in and out of me.

  I can feel my own sweat gathering as the heat increases. Argon dips his head and licks a path across my scar, causing me to turn back to him. Tears build in my eyes.

  “I want you the way you are,” he says softly. “I want you any way I can have you.”

  I gasp and cling to his back tighter. Tears roll back into my ears. The flames roar around us and Argon smiles down at me.

  Seconds later, the sound of crackling ice fills the room. I turn to find he has iced over my flames. The bed is encased by walls of ice. His hot body keeps me warm in spite of it. I look back at him and he kisses me senseless.

  “You’re my other half. The yin to my yang. The fire to my ice. The noise to my silence. You are mine, Blaise.”

  “I belong to you,” I whimper.

  A loud roar fills the room and the ice scatters around us, falling around us in tiny sparks of blue light, kind of like snowflakes. Argon’s blue-gray eyes glow as he stares down at me, but his lips haven’t moved. My gaze darts around for the dragon from last time.

  I chide myself for thinking that this dream would be the same. Argon dips his head to latch onto my breast as he picks up the pace. I bite my lip and my eyes roll.

  My entire body quivers as I come for him. It’s so intense my head spins. He spills inside me and I smile in sated bliss.

  Argon

  “I love these dreams,” she whispers before she blacks out.

  I smile and shake my head. She believes these are dreams. If only she understood what my real feelings are for her. I resolve this isn’t the time to wake her and tell her.

  I have to tear myself away from watching her sleep. I brush my lips across hers and she stirs. I would love nothing more than to bury myself in my soul match once more, but I have to return home to help my father.

  My spirit link pulls as I climb from the bed and dress myself with the wave of my hand. Not able to help myself, I lean over the bed and peck her forehead and then her lips one last time.

  “I’ll be back,” I whisper the promise.

  Chapter 13

  Healing Father

  Argon

  I step out of the chariot and stand before the portal that Blaise has opened for me. I hesitate to walk through as our link tugs at me. Closing my eyes, I inhale deeply.

  “It won’t remain open for long,” Dinesh says as he flies to my side. “It will close with the rising of the sun.”

  “I will return.”

  I don’t know if I’m saying the words for him or for myself. I clench my fists at my side. I need to tend to my father. However, I get the feeling I’m leaving something unfinished here.

  “I know. The problem is. You may be too late.”

  I turn to him and narrow my eyes. “Too late. She has said this same thing. What aren’t you both telling me?”

  Dinesh shakes his head. His eyes close as a look of sorrow covers his face. My stomach sinks.

  “It isn’t my story to tell.” He opens his eyes and reaches into his little pocket. “I have a gift for you. No one comes through to this realm more than once without a key. Blaise will have my ass if she finds out I gave you this.

  “Be quick to handle your business and return. This will guide you back,” he says and holds out a timepiece. It’s a clock pendant hanging from a chain. “Bach said to use it wisely.”

  I take the watch and nod. When I place it around my neck, it levitates away from my chest. It glows with a yellow beam of light before settling and dimming until the light is no more.

  “I will see you soon my friend.”

  “Don’t fail her,” Dinesh says harshly.

  “I don’t intend to.”

  His features soften. “See you soon, my friend.”

  Knowing my father needs my help, I force myself through the portal. I step through right into my father’s bedchamber. I find him in his bed just as the image in the orb revealed.

  “Argon,” my betrothed cries from my father’s be
dside.

  She stands and rushes to me. The moment she wraps her arms around my waist, I notice how much weaker she is than I am, than my true soul match. How could the oracles get it so wrong?

  “Coralo.” I free myself of her hold and take a step back. My link pulses angrily from her touch. I too don’t feel right with her arms around me.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine. It’s my father that I’m concerned with.” I begin to move toward his bed.

  Coralo rushes to stand before me, blocking my path. I look at her and narrow my eyes. She licks her lips nervously, before pushing a smile onto her face.

  “It’s been so long. I was so worried. I didn’t know if you would return. We were worried that you had fallen to the same fate as your father.

  “Now that you’re back, you can prepare to take the throne. We should move the wedding up. It will put the people at ease during this difficult time,” she says.

  I push her aside. I have no concerns for a wedding or taking the throne. My father is still alive and I plan to keep it that way.

  “You speak as if my father isn’t alive.”

  “He has been very ill. We’ve tried everything. This monster he speaks of. We must punish her for her crimes.”

  I spin on my heels and storm back toward Coralo. She takes a few steps back from me. My fists are clenched and I can feel the rage coursing through me. No one will touch my Blaise.

  “You know nothing of what you speak. I will care for my father. You can go,” I seethe.

  “Your father said she imprisoned him and you offered to take his place. He said she was awful. A disgusting beast. How can you not want to get justice for him?”

  “Leave,” I say through clenched teeth.

  She jumps as my voice vibrates the room. My powers have gained much strength already. Coralo looks at me in surprise. After blinking a few times she nods and scurries off.

  I turn to my father once again and rush to his side. He looks so pale and fragile. Brushing a hand over his head, I take note of the dark magic coming from his essence.

  Blaise was many things, but dark she was not. I never once felt darkness in her or in the venom she passed to me. If that were the case I’d feel the same source within.

  “Son, Argon. Is that you?” my father says weakly.

  “Yes, it’s me, father.”

  “Thank the gods. You got away. Did she hurt you?”

  I work my jaw. I hate that he sees Blaise as some monster. I ignore his question, not wanting to get into all of that.

  “I thought you would be well by now, father. What has happened?”

  “It was that castle. It drained my power. I felt it as she placed me in that cell.”

  “Yes, the castle does bind our powers, but you should have been restored once you returned. You weren’t there nearly as long as I was. My powers are already nearing their full strength.”

  “I don’t know. I returned and tried to send you help, but no one would listen. I’ve grown weaker with each day. None of the healers or the potions have worked to heal me,” he says hoarsely and in such a small voice.

  “We will fix this and I will get to the bottom of this treachery.”

  I summon a blade to my right hand and prick my finger with it. Causing the blade to vanish, a cup appears in its place. Placing a few drops of my blood into some wine, I watch as my blood turns the liquid clear.

  “Here drink this,” I say as I take the chair beside his bed and reach for his head to hold it up.

  As he drinks from the cup, the color comes back to his cheeks. His face starts to look fuller and his hair gains some shine. I smile and say a silent thanks to Blaise.

  If she were truly evil, she wouldn’t have released me or given me the key to help my father. My smile falls as I realize she wouldn’t have had to help me if someone hadn’t tried to poison the king.

  “What was this?” my father inquires after draining the cup.

  His voice is steady and strong. He sits up and tosses the covers aside. He throws his legs over the side of the bed and lifts to his feet.

  “Blaise’s venom is in my blood from an injury she healed. It allowed me to heal you.”

  “That beast saved you and then me?”

  “She isn’t a beast. Never mind that. Someone has been poisoning you. You should have healed upon arriving home. Who has been caring for you?”

  “Coralo and her hand maid. Her mother has been working the potions,” he replies.

  “With dark magic?” I lift a brow.

  He folds his arms over his chest. A dark look comes over his face. I can see the wheels turning.

  “Now, that you speak of it. My powers were very low, but something did feel off. As if my spirit was fighting against something whenever it tried to build up,” he muses.

  I stand and mirror his stance. It’s time we talk about what’s been bothering me all along. There’s no way Coralo should have been named as my match.

  “Father, do you honestly believe she was chosen for me?”

  He narrows his eyes. Again he falls into deep thought. I know he has to see what I do.

  “I’ve questioned it. However, it came from the oracles. If what you’re implying is true that means someone has tainted the system. Oracles can’t lie,” he says.

  “They can’t lie, but they can reveal things that have been altered.”

  My thoughts start to race. Blaise was able to alter my blood, allowing me to save my father. Save him from something that had altered his blood. That’s the same kind of shift it would take to alter an Oracle’s vision.

  “If someone tampered with Coralo’s essence during the soul match ceremony, she would’ve had the spirit to be named my soul match.”

  “Many are called, few are chosen. Of all the women called to the ceremony, she would’ve had to have some powerful blood and power to pull that off,” my father replies.

  “Her mother is a noble. It’s not a secret how much Helenier has resented her husband for diluting her blood. She has looked at Coralo with disapproval since she was a child,” I point out.

  “We have no proof and this would cause great trouble if we make accusations. Even if they were able to fool one oracle with a tainted essence, it’s the job of the second seat to confirm the connection.

  “Someone should have spoken up. We bring this to light it damns more that Helenier and Coralo.”

  “Which is how they think they will get away with this. We can’t challenge them without proof,” I snarl.

  We both freeze as footsteps outside of my father’s room grab our attention. We both whip our heads in the direction of the door. I narrow my eyes as Helenier and Coralo enter.

  They both stumble to a stop when they find my father standing strong. The blood drains from Coralo’s face and Helenier’s expression hardens. I glare at the two but hold my tongue.

  I don’t want them to know we’re onto them. We have to find out a way to get proof. My mind goes to Blaise. I need to get back to her as soon as I can. This is going to keep me from doing that.

  “My king,” they say in unison and bow.

  “It’s wonderful to see you well,” Helenier says.

  Coralo comes to my side and places a hand on my chest. I cringe, but stay still. If I want information, I’ll have to play nice for now.

  “This is amazing. Everything has worked itself out. We can still move the wedding up to lift the spirits of the people. They have been so distraught over your absence and your father’s illness.”

  “I don’t believe moving the wedding up will serve to do much but distract from the king’s improved health.”

  “Argon is right. There’s no need to rush things. There is much else to be addressed.”

  “Yes, like that beast. She needs to be dealt with,” Helenier says.

  I grind my teeth to suppress the growl that rises in my belly. It doesn’t sit well with me that they keep bringing her up. There’s a nagging in the back of my mind that tells me
to be guarded.

  “That reminds me. Father, how did you know about that realm? What took you there?”

  My father furrows his brows. A blank expression covers his features. My hackles rise. Something is very off.

  “I can’t remember. I know I was on a quest for something. After… it was after…”

  “You should rest my king. You’ve been through a great ordeal. I’ll have the kitchen bring you some broth and that brew you like,” Helenier rushes to say.

  “No, thank you,” my father and I say in unison.

  “Well, I say we send our best warriors there to avenge our king,” Coralo pushes.

  “We will do no such thing. That portal has been sealed. I made sure of it when I stepped back through.”

  Once Dinesh gave me the watch to make my way back, I thought it best to seal the portal. No one else needs to find their way from the land of Kunglig to Blaise’s world. I will be the only one with access.

  “You what?” Helenier shrills.

  “I sealed the portal. We have no use for that world.”

  “You would allow that beast to harm your father with no consequences? You must unseal it.”

  “Are you telling me what I must do, Helenier?” My words come out just as dark as I mean them to.

  “No, no, my prince. Not at all.” She takes a pause as her gaze falls to my chest. “Coralo and I will go. I’m sure you both want to catch up. I’m so happy for your return, my prince, and your healing, my king. Coralo come.”

  Coralo looks at me longingly before she reluctantly retreats with her mother. Helenier grabs her wrist and drags her from the room. I don’t like the feeling I get as they go.

  “You feel that too?”

  “Yes. What do you think this means?”

  “She’s tapping into dark magic and has become unstable. Argon, I truly don’t remember what led me to that realm. I have no recollection of anything before I left,” my father says.

  I turn to him and search his eyes that are so much like mine. “You said you wanted to retrieve a fire rose for my betrothed.”