His Little Fae

He wanted a Queen, she had no need for a King. He wanted his mate, she wanted adventure. He wanted her close, and she wanted to stay away. But as we all know: Opposites attract.

My Lover is a Fae

I stared up at him. He had an impish gleam in his eyes. It couldn't be. The fae weren't real. He seemed to sense my doubt. "If you don't believe, I have no problem proving myself again," he said with a shrug. His fingers traced the bustline of my corset. "Should I make you remove this next?" I shook my head wildly...