Page 41 of Obsessively Yours (Fae Kings of Eden #2)

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Violet stood at the gate to the bunker with Dani, Kaylie, Khrista, and the rest of her staff. “Everyone remembers what to do?”

“You’re sure he won’t be mad, Your Grace?” one of the younger maids asked.

Violet waved her off. “Of course not. If he is, I’ll handle him.”

It’d been years since Violet had pulled off a prank, having left the childish antics in her youth, but the idea came to her as a passing thought that wouldn’t go away. Roman wouldn’t be upset; pulling pranks around the palace had been their thing, a secret only they knew.

She’d never pranked him before, but there was a first time for everything. With the threat of rebels and his new duties as king, Roman needed something fun.

War stood next to her, and she pointed at him. “Do not tell him.” The tigon nodded, and she turned to the others. “Okay, everyone; to your places.”

* * *

Roman nodded to Dani and Kaylie, who ignored him. His hand froze in his pocket. Never had either guard been rude to him before. “Is something wrong?”

The two women jumped, and Kaylie scanned the surrounding area. “Did you hear that?”

Dani nodded and peeked through the bars of the gate. “There’s no one in the bunker courtyard. Maybe someone’s conversation from the compound carried on the wind?”

Roman looked between the two. “I’m right here.” He waved his hands in front of their faces.

“Shit,” Kaylie hissed and drew her sword. “It’s too close to have carried on the wind.”

Dani nodded, drawing her sword, too. “ Show yourself, ” she called out.

Had he glamoured himself? Focusing on making himself visible, he waved his arms again. “What is with you two?”

“Who are you?” Kaylie demanded, looking right through Roman.

“Are you to tell me you do not recognize your king?” he drawled.

Both women snapped to attention. “Forgive us, Your Grace. We did not realize it was you with your glamour.”

Roman huffed. “I’m not glamoured.”

The guards looked at one another. “We can’t see you, Your Grace.”

Dani stepped forward and reached out, yanking her hand back when it made contact with Roman’s shoulder. “Your Grace, we cannot see you.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Roman muttered to himself and pulled out his key to unlock the gate. “I’m going inside.”

The women jerked and looked in his direction, having not realized he’d moved. “Yes, Your Grace. We apologize for pulling our swords on you.”

Locking the gate behind him, Roman stalked toward the house, throwing open the front door with a loud bang. “Roman?” Violet’s sweet voice floated through the air. “Is that you?”

He rounded the corner to their sitting room and relaxed at the sight of his mate. A maid sat with her, holding a box of beads. “Hello, princess.” The maid jumped with a squeak and looked around.

Not this again. “Khrista, can you see me?”

The woman searched the room. “N-no, Your Grace.”

Violet looked directly at him and tilted her head to the side. “Why are you still glamoured?”

As a royal, she could see through royal glamour, but he wasn’t glamouring himself. “I’m not,” he all but growled with frustration. “Dani and Kaylie couldn’t see me either.”

Violet’s brows drew together, and she set her sewing on the coffee table. “Then you must be glamoured.” She twisted her lips to the side. “Do not play jokes on the staff. They might quit.”

Roman threw his hands up. “I’m not!”

Standing slowly, Violet made her way to him. “Is something wrong with your magic?”

“Obviously,” he snapped, then softened his voice. “Sorry. I’m not upset with you, but I don’t understand what’s happening.”

“Call War. He’s somewhere around the house.”

“ Come to the sitting room, ” he said through the familiar bond. “ Something weird is happening. ”

“ On my way, ” the tigon replied immediately.

The beast trotted into the room. “ What’s going on? ”

Roman waved his hand over his body. “Can you see me?”

War chuffed. “ As your familiar , I can see through your glamour. ”

“How do you know I’m glamoured?”

“Familiars can see the shimmer of magic surrounding whatever royals’ glamour .”

Roman stabbed a hand through his hair. “What else can you do that I don’t know about?” He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter, because I’m not using my glamour right now.”

War examined Roman from head to toe. “ Yes, you are .”

“No. I’m. Not,” Roman insisted through gritted teeth. “I think I would know if I’m using my own glamour.”

War looked to Khrista, who seemed to understand his unspoken question. “I can’t see him.”

“ See ,” the beast shot down the bond. “ You should work on your humor. This isn’t funny. ”

“I’m not glamoured!” Roman shouted.

Violet flicked him on the forehead. “Do not yell at them. It isn’t our fault your magic is malfunctioning.”

“Have you heard of a royal’s magic doing this?” he asked War, who shook his head. “Fuck. Where is the rest of our staff?”

Violet crossed the room and pulled the bell pattern that called everyone to the sitting room. The others filed inside. “Is something wrong, Your Grace?” one of the men asked.

Violet pointed at Roman. “Can you see Roman?”

They turned their heads in the king’s direction. Some shook their heads, others responded, “No.”

“What the fuck?” Roman yelled again, making them jump. “Would everyone stop jumping every time I speak?”

“Our apologies, Your Grace,” Khrista replied. “It’s startling to hear your voice when we cannot see you.”

Just then, Babs ran down the hall toward Roman, clucking up a storm. The hen wasn’t a familiar , but if her skidding to a halt in front of him and flapping her wings was any indication, she saw him fine. He bent down and picked her up, tucking her into the crook of his arm.

“Babs can see me,” he accused and lifted his gaze to the others, finding them all trying to contain their laughter.

“Who let Babs in?” Violet complained. “We had him going.”

Roman kissed the top of Babs’ head and set her down. “Is this a joke you’ve cooked up, dear wife?” Violet rolled her lips together to contain her smile. “You’ll pay for that.”

He made a grab at his mate. She squealed and took off running down the hall as the others laughed. Roman caught up to her with ease and scooped her into his arms. “Thought to trick me, did you?”

“We did trick you,” she taunted with a bright smile to rival his own.

“I’m going to redden your ass for that.” She squirmed in his arms to free herself, but he saw the desire in her eyes.

Inside their room, he kicked their door closed, sat on the bed, and turned her over across his lap. Lifting her skirt, he groaned at her bare ass. “No underwear?”

“Don’t you dare spank me,” she said with no heat.

His hand came down on her cheek with a loud slap. She yelped and struggled against his hold. “I’m sorry,” she cried, but he heard the laughter in her voice. Bringing down his hand again, she tried to reach back, but he swatted her hand away. “I said I was sorry!”

Rubbing soothing circles over the red mark he left behind, he leaned down to her ear. “Show me how sorry you are.”

He released her, and she scooted off the bed and to her knees before him. Reaching for the buttons of his pants, she made quick work of pulling out his aching cock. Without breaking eye contact, she scraped her nail across the small knot on the underside of his dick where the head met the shaft.

He hissed and jerked his hips. “Fuck, princess.”

Grinning like a cat, she lowered her head and guided the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking on it like a hard candy. He moaned and shut his eyes. If he looked at her, he’d last all of five seconds.

Violet worked her tongue around him, licking the precum from his tip. His sounds were more animal than man, and he couldn’t help but lift his hips. The wet heat around his dick disappeared and he opened his eyes.

His wife twisted her hair behind her head and tucked it into the collar of her dress. “It’s in the way,” she explained.

Leaning forward, he untucked her hair and twisted it around his fist. “Get back in place.”

The flare of heat in her eyes encouraged him to guide her to his aching cock until he hit the back of her throat. She gagged. “That’s my girl.” Pulling back on her hair, he moaned at the feel of her lips dragging along his shaft. “I’m going to fuck your mouth. Don’t forget to swallow.”

Nodding, she lifted her gaze to his, and he was lost. He braced himself with one arm and moved her head with the other, thrusting his hips with every downward movement of her slick mouth.

Instead of gagging, she swallowed, taking him deeper with every thrust. Each stroke was pure ecstasy. His wife had the mouth of a goddess. “You’re perfect,” he grunted, moving her faster.

Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and drool dribbled down her chin. Roman’s balls tightened, and a shiver raced down his spine. Seconds later, he shot hot ropes of cum down his mate’s throat, and like the good girl she was, she drank it all.

Their rhythm slowed, and when his cock softened, he withdrew from heaven and pulled her into his arms. “Apology accepted.”

* * *

The next morning, Violet woke alone to the sound of Babs squawking outside of the bedroom door. Grumbling, she threw back the bedclothes and trudged to the door.

Throwing it open, she glared at Babs. The hen charged inside and flapped her wings at Violet’s feet.

“It’s a little early for you to be causing such a fuss.” The hen pecked at her shin and Violet scooted back. “Bad chicken. That hurts.” Babs ran forward and pecked her again but much softer. Violet snorted. “So, you do understand me.”

Bending down, she scooped Babs into her arms. “What has you so wound up, pretty girl?”

Babs burrowed into Violet’s chest. “You spoiled thing. I’m going to set you down.” The hen bristled, and Violet tutted. “I have to get dressed.”

Dressed and ready for the day, Violet carried Babs outside and let her loose in the courtyard. The hen trailed her to the gate, and Dani popped her head around to look through the gate. “It’s pointless to put her in the coop,” Violet explained. “She’ll escape.”

She unlocked the gate and Babs went nuts, running forward and flapping her wings. Violet closed the gate and looked down at the frantic hen. “What has gotten into you?” The hen clucked and ran in circles around her legs.

A growl sounded from outside the gate, and War stared at Babs. The latter charged the gate, sending the tigon scrambling backward. “Babs, stop teasing War. You can’t come with us to the beach.”

Babs flapped in protest, and Violet blew out a long breath. “Fine, but I’m putting you on a leash.”

War snorted, and Dani whipped around. “Don’t provoke her,” she admonished the beast. The guards had a rapport with the tigon because he waited at the gate for Violet if he’d been out hunting and lazing around the jungle the night before.

Violet spun around and hurried toward the house. “I’ll be right back.”