CHAPTER 8
Dorian
SITTING IN MY GUEST room, I ran over the events of the evening. I didn’t know why I chose that name for my future wife. She wasn’t a piece of fruit. But all I could think of was her creamy skin and the way she smelled. Sweet and juicy, I couldn’t wait to take a bite out of my blushing bride. Waiting to take her until she was ready would be torture but well worth the wait.
I had no doubt in my mind that my future bride was untouched. She blushed far too easily.
Then there was her reaction to the name I gave her. I didn’t mean to put so much magic into the name. It had just happened. The effect it had on her though was worth it.
If I thought she smelled fantastic before, the way she smelt after my magic touched her made a primal force ignite inside me. Never with any of my prior lovers had I been so taken by another. It had taken all I had not to jump across the table and take her right there in front of her parents.
I snorted. Knowing how the Seelie were about sex, I wondered if they would have even cared. Their parties were known to get quite physical. The guests becoming so drunk on faerie wine that it was not unheard of for an orgy or two to sprout up in the midst of the ballroom.
Thinking of those kinds of parties made me frown. How was my peach so untouched with the world she lived in? The fact that she had not taken a lover or two over her lifetime was suspicious.
Not that I was complaining. I didn’t want to have to compete with any past or current lovers. Not to forget the thought of being her first and only lover made the alpha in me roar with delight.
I adjusted the painful tightness that had been constantly plaguing me since the moment I saw my peach. If I didn’t get some relief, I would have a full night of tossing and turning. The morning could not come faster. I wanted to see her again, but this time without her parents or annoying friend by her side.
If only I could get her alone, then I could put her fears at ease. I was sure she had many. Fae weren’t very trusting. And asking a Seelie Fae to trust an UnSeelie was like telling the sun to stop moving across the sky. Thinking of seeing her again caused my magic to jerk. It didn’t want to wait either.
And why should I? She was my betrothed. We were practically married anyway. Why shouldn’t I visit her now?
Standing from the couch, my feet moved toward the door. Once out in the hallway, I froze. I had no idea where her bedroom was or if she would even be in there.
Placing my hands on my hips, I took a deep breath in trying to find some hint of her sweet scent. I caught a faint whiff. It was old, not something I could really follow. More than likely it was from weeks ago. I doubted she frequented the guest’s quarters often.
Since I couldn’t rely on my sense of smell, I would have to use my magic to guide me. I twirled my hand in the air and blue light filled my palm. Not too bright to draw attention to me but bright enough that I could keep an eye on it without losing it. I pushed my intentions into the ball of magic, urging it to find the one we both wanted to see. It didn’t need much convincing, it was more than happy to seek out our bride to be.
The blue ball shot down the hallway, and I quickly followed after it. It took me through many turns and down a pair of stairs. No one stopped me or even paid any mind to the hovering ball guiding me. The Fae I did see only gave me a brief curious glance before continuing on their way. I guess I wasn’t that interesting. Other times, I would be bothered by my anonymity but in this case, it was a blessing.
One more turn and the ball stopped at a large double door room. I stood before it waiting. Was this it? It had to be, my magic was never wrong.
Absorbing the ball of light back into myself, I poised my hand before the door and let it pound against the wood. My ears strained to hear some kind of response, but I couldn’t hear anything from inside the room. My brows furrowed, and I leaned slightly toward the door.
“Can I help you?”
Jerking back from the door, my eyes landed on the very person I had been searching for. Wearing a much different outfit than I had seen her in at dinner, she still took my breath away. While the majority of the women seemed to be partial to wearing gowns that clung to their figures there were a few who wore trousers and tunics. But none of those who I have seen wear such clothing compared to seeing it on my betrothed
The legs of the pants hugged her hips and outlined her shapely legs making my mouth water. Her neck and shoulders were bare in a long-sleeved cream-colored shirt that tied just above her bust. Suddenly, my mind was thinking of all the ways I could get her to let me untie those ties.
“Hello?” her brow raised, and she waved a hand in front of my face. “Are you just going to stare all day?”
Licking my lips, I cleared my throat. Pulling something flowery out of the air, I tried to make up for my stumble. “If the vision was you, then I could gaze upon your beauty until the Reaper takes me.”
Her lips pursed together, and I could see my words did not have the desired effect. If anything, it made her even more suspicious of my showing up on her doorstep.
“What are you doing here?” she crossed her arms over her chest and pushed one hip to the side. The sight didn’t help my desire to touch her.
Sighing, I decided to go for the truth. “I apologize if I startled you. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable.” I ran a hand through my hair and gave her a sheepish look. “I simply thought it might be nice for us to get to know each other without Fae politics getting in the way.”
My peach watched me for a moment and then nodded. Moving toward me she slipped between the door and myself. She swung the door open and gestured inside. “After you, dark prince.”
Her lips quirked as she said the nickname which gave me hope. It was possible this wouldn’t be so bad after all.