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He laughs as if I’m the one who’s been fooled. “Mercy? The fae are still our food. We own lands, houses, banks that hold coins. Even made several trade deals with races outside fae lands. Some of us hold more wealth than you can imagine, old male.”
He lights up some herb and starts smoking it, but sees something at the entrance and puts out the smoke from the pipe almost immediately. Watching him, I witness a flash of red in his gaze. Under his pants, he starts growing erect, clearly displaying both hunger and lust.
He vaults off the couch.
Alert, I sit up and follow his gaze to the entrance.
Walking past the security guards is the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. Long tanned legs hold up a perfect hourglass figure wrapped in a tiny little beige dress. Black and indigo pearls hang from her slender neck and drape between her breasts.
Long, voluptuous, golden hair bounces off her shoulders, and as she nears where I’m sitting, I see that her perfect little toes are exposed by golden sandals with heels so high, I wonder how she doesn’t break her ankle stepping up onto the dais.
“Princess Fleur.” The male bows so low, I wonder if he’ll suckle her toes.
The female practically glows, the way a soldier with a beacon signals that the enemy forces are coming my way. And this is most definitely an enemy of stability and the queen of chaos, the kind of female that can topple kingdoms. Or erect them at her will.
The longer I stare at her, the more my eyes water, as if I’m staring at the sun itself. She’s so powerful, it’s no wonder she’s the Summer princess, and one of the finest examples of why the fae breed for power.
“Glut.” The female speaks, her voice echoing inside my head as if she’s moaning my name. Between my legs, I grow erect, and my sac starts to fill with seed. Her presence reminds me of life itself, as if she’s the beating heart of the living, as if she’s everything that matters.
With her voice still pulsing in my ears, a haze comes over my eyes, and my growing erection makes me believe she invited me into her bedchamber. My gums start to itch, as if I were made a notturno last night and now I can’t control my lust.
Instead of ripping out her throat, though, I dig my claws into the couch and rip out chunks of it. Feathers and cloth fly all around me, and I feel much better.
The princess stares.
I throw the couch stuffing behind me and dust off my palms as I stand and bow before Summer royalty. When I straighten, I avoid looking directly into her eyes lest I command her to join me tonight so she can show me what a good princess she can be for me.
I avoid her gaze even as she steps closer to me and looks up, trying to draw me in. “There you are.”
Her words imply she sought me out. Perhaps the Unseelie king told the royals upstairs that he brought me as a guest. I doubt it, since I asked him to keep my arrival quiet for a few spans, until I’ve had the chance to get the feel for modern vampire life in the Summer Court.
“Were you searching for me?” I focus on her lips. Plush, red, glossy. Above her upper lip, near the raised cheekbone, she has a dark circular birthmark. It complements her face ever so beautifully.
Look at her.
Unwilling to listen to my own thoughts, I grind my teeth. The princess is not telling me what to do, not manipulating my mind, and she’s not even an invasive force that would make me want to remove her head for daring to attack me with her magic. And yet I know she is directing her magic at me. Magic I can’t identify. It’s unlike anything I’ve come across before.
Warm. Lovely. See the chaos.
Chaos?
Something to be tamed. Fine, I’ll bite and take a look.
The blue of her eyes swirls like the seas during the storm. She’s almost glowing with magic as she tries to trap me in her spell. When I glance around, I see that the entire crowd of over five hundred people is looking at her, smiles on their faces and storms making the colors of their eyes swirl.
It’s an enthralling type of magic, magic similar to a compulsion.
The people make their way toward her. Slowly, as if trudging through mud, but moving nevertheless.
I’m unsure what kind of power she wields, but it’s glorious. And, frankly, difficult to resist. Even for me.
I take her slender hand and flip it over, exposing the underside of her wrist. I kiss it, lingering for a moment to feel her rapid pulse against my lips. She’s excited, and perhaps a little scared.
I consider sniffing her so I can catalog her scent, but kill that idea quickly. I’d better not test my control. She’s a powerful, beautiful royal female, the kind males lose their faculties for.
And I hate losing. Faculties. Control. Power. Anything at all.
“Pleased to have met you, Princess. You are as beautiful as the sea and as tempting as a siren. Have a lovely evening.”
