She lifted her head and gave him a cautious glance. “I’m still a Witch, and Leo, I’m a Witch that doesn’t share well.”
His voice was a honeyed caress that flooded her pussy with need. “And I was a prejudiced fool. This last month, I sent emissaries to the Witch Council, and they’re considering an alliance. Oh, and did I mention there’s this curvy rainbow-haired Witch I can’t live without?”
She giggled and planted a kiss on the side of his neck. Hekate, those veins of his pulsed with forbidden fruit. Her fangs lengthened, but embarrassed, she turned away.
He stroked the spot on her shoulder where he’d bitten her. “I’m glad this has healed. Meena, love, my beast almost turned werewolf in his need to claim you and mark you as his. Mine. He’s gone now, banished by the most powerful Witch in the kingdoms, and once your pretty little pussy’s not so sore, I’ll think of a suitable reward. Don’t hide your face from me, love. Tell me what’s bothering you.”
She blushed as she showed him her fangs. “Leo, I think I need to bite you back.”
His grin widened, and his shoulders shot back. “Thank the Fae gods for that. Even cursed into beast form, I knew you were mine. I initiated a blood exchange, a binding, but you need to complete the ritual with hot sex, multiple orgasms, and biting.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
The Fae palace glowed with the light of a thousand candles. Flowers filled every corner and cranny of the Great Hall. Huge fires burned in the fireplaces, one warming each side of the room. Two scarlet thrones decorated with Lipstick’s recently shed scales stood on a raised dais. Beside them, a marble table held a ribbon of plaited rosebuds. A string quartet, more mundane earth than otherworld, played on the minstrel’s gallery to welcome the guests.
Resplendent in emerald and gold, Leonidas waited anxiously for his bride. He heard Elizbetta stage-whisper to her husband, “I knew it would turn out like this. Foresight’s both a curse and a blessing.”
The Vampire king laughed—all pure white teeth and no hint of fangs—“I’m so glad I bonded with a Witch. Elizbetta, I adore everything about our daughter, especially her mother. Later, I will show you just how much.”
Mordred grinned at Leonidas’s side. “Relax, bro. I’m the one who should be tense. Your Witch threatened my person, my position, and my kingdom when she realized the truth. Honestly, I didn’t know I’d hurt either of you so badly, but I’m glad I’m forgiven. And I’m doubly grateful for the supplies you sent.”
They both knew he wasn’t really forgiven, but today was as much about diplomacy as it was about ceremony. The deep bond Leonidas once shared with his half brother still felt strained—stretched to the breaking point even—but he managed a smile. “Meena’s reestablished her links with the Witches, and an army of green-fingered Witches is poised to invade your land. They’ll make your farms thrive, but they’ll only help your women. Your warriors will have their work cut out to woo the women they once mistreated.”
From the minstrel’s gallery, a choir lifted their voices in song. The hall doors opened, and Leonidas’s breath caught in his throat as his bride walked toward him. Flowers bedecked her free-flowing curls. Her dress, like his bride, had Gothic leanings. The corset top shimmered with a fortune of fire opals, but it was the way it clung to her generous curves that entranced him. The skirt—floor-length layers of rainbow gauze—floated around her ankles. Every man in the room would desire his woman, and his shoulders shot back with pride that she was his.
Later, he’d unhook that top and explore her lush curves, or maybe he’d make her keep it on while he stripped back the gauze and revealed her shapely legs. Elves’ blood, he’d do both. Her smile filled the room with warmth, and even his hidebound Fae courtiers smiled back. He’d never seen his chamberlain do anything but glower, and it surprised him the man’s face didn’t crack.
If he wasn’t so nervous, Leonidas would have laughed at the changes she’d already wrought. He ran his finger around the inside of his collar; then he forgot everything but Meena. When she finally reached his side, he offered his hand. Together they climbed the red-carpet-covered steps onto the dais. Hands entwined, they took their seats. The singing stopped, and the soft trill of harp strings provided a backdrop to their handfasting.
Meena’s parents stepped forward and wrapped the ribbon of thornless rosebuds once around Leonidas’s and Meena’s wrists. Mordred followed and made the second twist of the ribbon. Sylvie and Caleb, the Lykae king and queen, came next, followed by representatives of every magical kingdom. Soon the ribbon of rosebuds covered the newlyweds’ hands and reached up their arms. With a flash of green magic, Elizbetta made the flowers bloom, and the heady, sensual scent of damask roses filled the room.
Bound to his bride, Leonidas led Meena to the doorway, and a cohort of dragons flew past, Lipstick in the lead. When the massive war dragon saw the doors open, he spread his magnificent scarlet wings, then swooped and soared in complex somersaults and dives. The guests applauded, and the party started in earnest. Every species intermingled to celebrate the Fae king’s wedding, and dance music filled the hall.
In keeping with Fae tradition, Leonidas cradled Meena in his arms and carried her to their chambers. “Well, my little Witch, there’s no getting away from me now.”
With a theatrical leer, he used his free hand to unlace her corset-topped dress. It fell at her feet like a rippling, rainbow-hued sea. She stood naked before him, her luscious breasts bared for his pleasure. He bent his head and took one nipple between his lips, sucking gently. Her squeal of approval only made him hungrier for her.
Delicious, sensual heat filled him as she went on tiptoe and chewed on his earlobe. Damn, she almost made him come on the spot. If she didn’t stop that, he’d never make it across the room to the bed. Cock as hard as iron, he rushed to the silk-covered four-poster. Desperate to be inside her, he half put her down, half dropped her onto the mattress. Too late, he realized he was still fully clothed. His eager expression faded, and he tugged one-handed at his fly.
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 h
ad 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
To Wed A Werewolf
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.
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