Taken by the Dark Elf King (Monstrous Mates, #1)

by Charlotte Swan

“Oh, now that’s a five gold mark word Garren. Abhorrent?” I question. “And here Madame Oakren said that out of all of us you showed the least passion for language.”

A 23 yr old sassy experienced woman? Yasssssss

“You do realize you are sending your precious Elveena to the wolves, Father. That if she is chosen by the king or, gods forbid a mate to one of those creatures there is nothing we can do to stop it.” “Elvie won’t be anyone’s mate and she certainly won’t be chosen,” my father says. “Oh, and why is that?” “Because in all my centuries I have never once heard of a dark and light elf being mates. Light elves mate for companionship, a bond that forms over time together. A way to endure eternity together as your desire for each other grows with each passing year. Dark elves…” My father pauses. “Dark elves know in an instant. Due to their kind being the result of a light elf taking a life, corrupting themselves by going against our most sacred laws, each generation that was bred loses more and more of themselves to their animalistic side. Dark elves mate for reproductive purposes.”

I wonder if this is foreshadowing….wink wink

Their form should be abhorrent to me. Disgusting. And because of that there must be something wrong with me because I cannot tear my eyes away from their portraits. To wonder what it would be like to lie with one. Something so wild pinning me down and having its way with me.

This feels...racist? But not really? Just very much the same way white woman fantasized about Native Americans and BIPOC's.

How comforting it must be to belong to someone. Will I ever have that relationship with another? To just look at them and know they belong to me as much as I belong to them?

Devastating!

The blood that was roaring in my head a moment ago has now traveled south. I cannot remember the last time my cock has been this hard for anyone. Even after a battle, when bloodlust was high, it was never like this. It never transformed me into a beast wearing an elf’s skin. But that is what she has done to me. Wishing only to know if the soft pink of her lips matches the delicate nipples she is hiding beneath her gown. If her thighs will feel as soft as they look when I am nestled between them.

He is obsessed

Distinctly male grunts and groans cut through the air. How long has it been since I’ve heard those particular sounds? Too long with how unsatisfied I’ve felt lately. The last person who I wanted to hear those sounds from, I have not seen nor heard from since that first dinner. It’s clear he is avoiding me. We continue down the path from the quarry and the sounds of males fighting gets louder. It is interesting to me that Arkain has not at least sought me out for that. For all his proclamations of being a beast and his horrible conversation skills, he has behaved with respect towards me. He could’ve easily overpowered me if that is what he ultimately desired.

My girl is HORNY

“I know this isn’t a magical fish, but I thought this could be a good way for us to get to know each other.” “A trip to the library?” He raises his brows at me, but I ignore his quip. “Here’s my idea: we could read each other’s favorite books. You tell me your three favorites, I’ll tell you mine. Then we can have something neutral to talk about during dinner.” I try to keep the hopefulness out of my tone. He could very well hate this idea and dismiss me. “What do you say?”

AH SO ROMANTIC!!!! Swooning

“She needs Lysan sun.” “Why?” I had asked. “Because she is sick, Your Majesty. The sun is different there. I read about it in one of my texts. Without getting exposed to it she’ll keep getting worse. The free magic has strengthened her magic but our cold sun is making her body weaken.”

This is literally a Hades /Persephone's retelling

“Please, if you need to fuck something so bad, I can arrange for Vysha to come. She would be a better consort than that light elf bitch.” A snarl rips out of me and my vision goes red. The tight leash I keep around the beast inside me has snapped. I am barely aware that I have Wylan by the throat until I am hoisting him over my head. He claws at my hand to no avail, wheezing at me to let him go. “If you ever call her that again, I will kill you,” I say, my voice no more than a growl. “It is by my father’s will that I do not spill your blood here and now.” I throw him to the ground as he gasps for breath.

Touch her and you die

“Let this be a warning,” I say to the two guards as I pass. “If I hear even a whisper of anyone speaking of Princess Elveena with even the slightest disrespect, this is the future you can look forward to.”

Swoon