That Time I Got Drunk And Saved a Human (Mead Mishaps, #3)

by Kimberly Lemming

She recovered quickly and laughed. “He isn’t too keen on moving about. To take me home or, well, anything else really.” He just let her rot here? Perhaps I’d end up challenging him after all. I hummed and took another sip of the terrible drink. The sooner I got her away from Gideon the better. It didn’t seem like he wanted to take her as a mate, but I couldn’t be too careful. “It must be your lucky day then. I happen to be quite fond of moving about. If you can grab your things we can leave whenever you’re ready.” Cherry’s body completely froze up. Her pouting lips opened in an O shape. “I’m sorry, what?” “I mean I’ll take you home. If that’s what you want.” Keep those big brown eyes trained on me and I’ll take you anywhere.

“Are you insane?” he asked. “That’s a strong possibility,” I admitted. It would explain why I was crawling off into certain death. Though I doubted I was the only woman in the world who chose death over marriage. Men were often more trouble than they were worth.

“I see you made yourself at home,” he remarked. “Well, I couldn’t find your front door in this labyrinth of a castle. So I took a break.” He hummed. “Princess, if I put you down are you going to run?” A tempting thought. “No, and stop calling me princess.” He hesitated, as if unsure whether to trust my answer, then deposited me on the couch. He took a seat next to me and handed me a glass of whiskey. I placed it back on the table in favor of popping the wine open and filling up my old glass. “I can’t drink that stuff.” He shrugged and downed his glass before picking up the one I had discarded. “So, what did you choose to read?” he asked. I slid further away from him and drew my knees up to my chest. “Are we going to ignore what just happened?” He leaned back in his seat, getting comfortable. “We

can. If it were up to me we’d skip to the part where we’re madly in love with each other. Go on dates, watch a thunderstorm with a steaming cup of tea, overthrow a reasonably sized kingdom and bend it to our liking, then get a dog,” he mused, swirling his glass. I took a sip of my wine, letting the smooth taste ease down my frozen throat. “You want to run the second to last one by me again?”

I buried my face in my hand. This is all too much. “So what do we do, big guy?” I asked. “You want a wife and I have no intention of marrying a stranger.”

The confidence in his words brought a grin to my face. This man had no idea of the gauntlet he just threw. “Oh, honey,” I drawled. “Bless your heart.”

my thigh and tugged until I straddled his lap. “Come here,” he whispered, before grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me in for a kiss. His mouth teased my lips apart, while warm hands slid the coat from my body to trace the outline of my curves. Once again, his palm travelled slowly down my back, finally dipping beneath my skirt to cup the pliant weight of my ass. Trembling hands gripped his shoulders as I tried desperately to regain my senses. “Wait, maybe we should slow down?” His lips curved against my neck. “The taste of your cunt on my tongue is burned into my memory like a brand, and you ask me to slow down? My princess is a cruel little thing.” Heat flooded my lower belly as he gave a playful nip at my collarbone. I whimpered as the warmth of his breath teased the top of my breasts. My nipples hardened, and I would have given anything to have his mouth travel just a little lower. “Just for tonight,” he rasped. The playfulness bled from his voice, leaving something hungry and hot in its wake.

“What?” “Let me take care of you tonight. In the morning we can go back to slow and careful. Grant me this and I swear to you that I’ll drink from your cunt until your legs shake. I want your voice hoarse from screaming my name. Use me. Punish me if you must. Give me a taste of what it feels like to sink into my princess and I’ll worship you until you beg me to stop.” I cried out as a finger slid against my slit, coating itself in my juices. I muffled a gasp into his shoulder as my skin burned at his touch. “Why do you have to feel so fucking good?” That damnable finger dipped inside, and I ground against it as if possessed. “Say yes, Cherry.” The heat in his voice nearly caused me to come undone. Just before the submission could leave my lips, something moved outside the window. I peeked around him to see a shadowy horned figure staring at us. I leapt up with a scream, my back hitting the wall behind me as I scrambled away.

“Dante, we have to go back.” “Back to where?” “Your castle. I need more honey.” Mentally, I was kicking myself for running out of the bee room so quickly. If I had known bee demons made something so precious, I would’ve bowed down and erected a shrine in their honor hoping to be given some of their bounty. “You’re going to make yourself sick,” he scolded. “It’s worth it,” I sighed. “Please, dear husband, just keep me in an endless supply of this stuff and I’ll be yours forever.” “Keep testing me and all those wicked assumptions of yours will come true.” His voice lowered to something hungry and hot. The deep baritone of his words sank into my body to caress my core.

A king that does his job and leaves. No wonder he had demons kissing his ass.