Crypts and Crimes (Trixie Towers #3) - Scarlett Dawn Page 0,6
My mother had taught me that.
“Shut up, elf. I am looking.” He slowly pointed a finger and circled it around the castle, and he murmured even more slowly, “There is…something there.”
“Exactly!” I sharply pointed a finger into the air in victory. I turned abruptly, the front of our bodies now smashed together. I looked far, far up into his face. I stated excitedly, “I need to stand on your shoulders. I think I’ll be able to see it better from a higher angle.”
“You must be making fun this time,” the King of Shifters rumbled sarcastically, revulsion creasing his brutal features. “Have an elf balance on my person as if I’m part of a carnival troupe? Their dirty, bare feet smacking me in the face—while I let them do it? Oh, wait a moment. We did that the other night. I’d prefer not to have a repeat.”
I flashed my fangs. “My feet never hit your face.”
“I beg to differ, Princess. My mouth was busy on your pussy, and you moved your legs over my arms. Your tiny, Fae damned toe went up my nostril, and I took a heel to my right eye.”
A shade of red, the color of my hair, stained my cheeks. Mortifying. I countered honestly, “I don’t remember that.”
His dusky pearl lips instantly curled into a carnal smile, cocky as Fairy. “I don’t imagine you would. You were too busy grinding your—”
I slapped my right hand over his mouth, cutting off his vulgar tirade. “May I stand on your shoulders, or not, You Royal Dick? Or would you just prefer to shit on my person to mark your territory that way?”
The King of Shifters suddenly laughed against my palm, his fierce shifter accent muffled behind my hand. “You started reading the book.”
“Do you actually do that? Leave scat lying about?” I questioned incredulously, and then I quickly removed my hand from his mouth and waved my fingers in the air. “Never mind. I really do not wish to know if you get the shits when you like a new piece of land.”
His top lip lifted in a silent snarl, his nose crinkling with it.
“I can see this is a touchy subject for you, Your Royal Highness, but you don’t have to be so shitty about it.”
King Athon’s curt snarl was aloud this time.
I couldn’t tell if he was amused or not. Dangerous terrain.
I snorted hard and patted his chest, deciding to focus on a different issue, lest his claws start to show. “I won’t mess with your crown while I’m up there. I promise.” This time. “So let me up.”
“The Fae are fucking cruel,” King Athon grumbled as he bent and placed one of his knees on the ground. He held still while I walked behind him and straddled his shoulders—even when my fingers dug into his hair, causing his crown to lean to the side. He grabbed my thighs and stood, holding my hips steady when I started moving to place my feet on his shoulders. He rumbled quietly, “Try not to fall up there, elf. If you scream, you’re going to wake up everyone.”
“I am being careful.” I lifted my arms out from my sides and gradually stood up straight. I peered around the room with my eyes wide in wonder—my attention stalling on the ceiling. “Oh my Fae. This is most definitely a different angle.”
King Athon suddenly stilled, his grip tightening on my ankles. His nose twitched, his nostrils flaring. The King of Shifters inhaled deeply, his muscled chest expanding with it.
He hissed one word, “Shit.”
I jerked my head down to him. “What’s wrong?”
“This…is interesting,” Bishop Marzel rumbled dubiously, his voice coming from the direction of the doorway. “My king, what in the realm are you two doing?”
I didn’t move, keeping my head down, my hair hiding my face—as if that would fucking help right now. But it was all I could think of, so I did it with vigor, holding my breath like I wasn’t even there.
An elven princess high in the air…
Standing atop the King of Shifters’ shoulders…
Wearing our pajamas, barely dressed…
In the middle of the night… Without my father around…
And pretending like I didn’t exist at this moment in time.
It was a sound plan.
The shifter king’s personal assistant and guard cleared his throat—loudly—and he rocked back on his heels, waiting for an answer.
King Athon sighed heavily and finally turned his head to look at his friend. He stated studiously, “We’re working, Bishop. It’s nothing to concern yourself over.”