Having Fayth

Frustration

Axel

"Care to explain how you agreeing to step up and take care of business turned in to you bringing that little slut into my home?" He asked in a low threatening voice.

My hands balled into fists, popping my knuckles at the slur. She is a lot of things, but a slut isn't one of them and I wasn't about to sit back and take that one lying down. I don't care who he is or what he could do to me. She is mine and will be treated with respect.

"Watch yourself, father. That's my future queen you are talking about, and you know just as I do, disrespecting our women is punishable by death." I gritted my teeth prepared to stand off with him the moment he stood up from his black leather chair.

He looked me up and down with skepticism clear in his eyes and scoffed. "Your queen? You'd have to step into my shoes first, boy. Don't make threats when you have barely cut your teeth." He spoke as if I were a child throwing a tantrum over a meaningless crush.

"If stepping into your shoes is what it takes to keep her safe and by my side, I'd gladly help you meet your end, old man." My voice carried the sincerity of my words as he gazed upon me with a glimmer of both pride and surprise. He smirked waving off my challenge, turning to return to his chair. "No need to get upset over the details. If you think she is suited for life by your side, she will have to prove it."

I nod knowing what he meant and felt my body relax a little know she would be ready in a matter of time. You can't just throw someone into our life and expect them to swim with the sharks. You have to teach them how to live among them while sharpening their teeth to survive.

His eyebrow rose as he looked at me again, "Is here anything holding her back from coming into the fold?" he asked and for a moment I actually think he cares. I released a frustrated sigh, "I think I've taken care of things between her and her stepbrother, but I know if her father calls, she will go running. He's a prick, but he loves his daughter. He's the only family she has left, so this is concerning. I think I can gain his trust and convince her she is safer with me than going back home though."

He nods in understanding and gives me a small smile. "It's good to see you finally stepping up and being a man instead of the insufferable leach you've been since the day you were born." I rolled my eyes. Finally get a compliment out of the old bag of dicks and it's backhanded as fuck! "But, keep in mind, until you are married, she is not a part of this family. If you slip up or lose course to stepping into my shoes, I will remove the distraction of her pretty little face. Am I clear?"

I glared back before nodding. "Understood." I respond. I can't wait until he meets his end of days. I can only hope that they come soon before I deal it out myself and have to answer to them for all of his side games.

After that joyous conversation with my dad, I needed to get to her. I made my way up stairs and down the hall, passing my room to the one she's staying in. I didn't even bother knocking. I opened the door in a rush finding her laid out on the bed reading a book. Her eyes flashed to mine with open curiosity. Deep auburn hair cascading down her back to create a vibrant contrast to the white sheets beneath her. Her vivid ocean eyes watched my body language, calculating my every move. She froze like a deer in headlights.

"Fayth," my voice was caught between a sigh and a growl. The tip of her tongue peeked out between her lips to moisten them and something inside me clicked into place. She became the ultimate prey. It had my body moving before I knew what I was doing.

Prowling like a predator to its game. In five great steps, I'm on her as she sat up. We eyed each other's body language for a moment. It was intimate, primal, contemplative. Her breath panting with the rise and fall of my chest. Grabbing the book, I throw it off to the side and pin her down to the bed, clashing our lips together.

My lips molded against hers as we moved together. This was more heated than any other time we had kissed. Of course, I'm hard as a rock all the same, but I could feel her opening to me. The emotions I had for her flowing into every caress. She's not only consensually participating but driving the bus to hell.

Her fingers pulled at my hair as I trailed open mouthed kisses and nips down her jaw, her ear, to her throat. Her legs widened welcoming me, pulling me in. "I need you," I admitted. I need her in more ways than one. More ways than I can even comprehend in this moment.

I need her laughter and her cries.

I need her calm warmth and her scarlet-colored rage.

I need her sunshine and her shadows.

The angel and the demon.

A million different emotions passed through her eyes before she gripped the back of my hair and tugged me back down to her. Leaving no space between our bodies, she wrapped her legs around my back and kissed me like she owned my mouth.

The lioness claiming her king.