uncomfortable wasn’t something she actually required to be saved from. Being mortal and not able to reach for her powers was a solid reminder that she needed us as much as we needed her. The alone time should remind her of the family she’d come to love as much as we loved her.
I wasn’t asking her to forget her friends. I was asking her to choose Faery. It didn’t mean forgetting where she had come from, or losing who she was. It meant allowing this world to be a part of her, too, and she was holding us at arm’s length.
She asked the land to accept our children, and yet she hasn’t received it in return. She was ours. She was born here and created to save this world, even if I had manipulated it a bit.
The gods played with us, using us against one another when they fought. They’d knowingly changed us into monsters, putting us into a world they created, and when they got pissed, we died. The world screamed with their rage and their unhappiness, and then it just stopped.
They’d abandoned us, and it had been calm for a while. Then, just like that, the world started to reject us. We had to figure out how to save ourselves, so I set the plan into motion to save our world and rid us of the gods permanently. I just needed something that Danu had created with a piece of herself to wield against her. I’d needed something lethal, like me. Someone who could fight with me against the Goddess of Faery, and help me take back our world.
I never anticipated the spitfire that entered my life with a perfect ‘no’ on her pretty pink lips. I never expected to want Synthia, but I did. I’d watched her, learning her while she slowly fell in love with the young enforcer who slid between her thighs and almost wet himself as he took her virginity. A disgraceful waste of a good fuck, but she hadn’t complained. She never did.
Synthia was a fighter. Her entire world had been centered on the guild and hunting down my kind, and she did it well. Then she bumped into me headfirst and told me to get fucked.
So, I’d erased myself from her mind, and did the only thing I could. I’d started planning to fuck her hard. That little wisp of a girl told me, the fucking Horde King, to go get fucked. She signed herself up for being the one I fucked that day.
I could have taken her then, spreading those pretty thighs wide, pounding into her dripping wet flesh, which I could smell. Her lips curled into a naughty little smile as she’d stepped back, lifted her middle finger, and told me to get fucked. Then, she’d turned and swayed her pretty little ass out of the alley I’d forced her into, wanting to see her response to what I am.
I’d feasted for days, unable to get the picture of her perky little ass out of my mind as it sauntered away from me. I’d been gluttonous with the need to do just that: fuck that tight little body right out of my system. The problem was that she wasn’t the type of woman you walked away from.
Her eyes shone with an inner beauty that couldn’t be faked. When she smiled, my fucking cold, dead heart thumped for the first time in memory. She made me want things, things I’d resigned myself to never have, and then the bitch died on me.
Synthia had ripped the same heart she’d forced to beat out of my chest when she died. She’d given me children, the first triplets in the history of the entire race. She called them beasties because he’d ensured her womb would accept what he gave. She’d roared for him too, and he’d purred for her, sensing his mate in Synthia.
She’d come back to us, but I’d already tasted loss and knew I never wanted to be in a world without her. I also knew if she didn’t wake up and take her powers, we might not make it through this war in one fucking piece.