Glamour Bites

I hadn’t known what to expect when we walked into the Faerie Mounds, but silence was not it. I had been to many Fey functions outside of the Mounds and they were always full of music and jubilation, but inside, it was completely different. There were a few faeries around, but they were making very little noise.



But none of that mattered right now. I had something I needed to do before I could think about the lack of noise. So I continued through the halls of the Mound toward the throne room with Kingston and Titania struggling to keep up with me.



I opened the heavy doors of the throne room with a wave of my hands and stood in the doorway, staring at the large, mirror walled throne at the top of the nearly two stories worth of stairs. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t take those last few steps to the stairs. I had known what to do, and now my courage was failing me. Did I really want to be bound to the Fey forever?



Titania laid her hand on my shoulder like she knew what I was thinking. Her words said that she knew exactly that. “All our rulers have been frightened of the ascension of those stairs.”



“It’s not taking the throne that frightens me, but adding yet another species to my already growing list.” I didn’t know how to explain it without going into great detail, so I didn’t.



Titania merely shrugged and took a step away from me, making it clear that it was my choice. I looked back up at the throne before turning to Kingston who had remained silent by the door. “Silent much, Kingston? I could use a little help here.”



Kingston didn’t move. He merely shrugged as Titania had and gestured toward the throne. “It’s all you this time, Alexia.”



Great. My one advisor my entire life was telling me that he had nothing for me. It was the worst moment of my life. How could I willingly take on another species when the vampyre in my was already so uncontrollable? And the witch in me fought against all else? What about that small part of me that none knew of? What would that part think of the Fey being added to the list?



I found myself moving up the stairs before I could think about it. If I thought anymore about it, I would turn my back on the promise I had made to Mike. He was really the only reason I was still climbing those stairs. That small, yet extremely large, promise made in blood was what made me move up those stairs until I stood in front of the large, vine covered throne.



I turned and stood in front of the the throne, looking down at Titania and Kingston. I had one thought as I started to sit in the throne, knowing about what it meant to be royalty in the vampyre world and what it entailed, so I voiced it loud enough for them to hear. “I hope this doesn’t hurt.”



My ass met soft seat and a tingling started to move up my body. I moved to sit in the chair more comfortably and threw my head back as the tingling hit me full force, but it definitely wasn’t pain coursing through my body.



In all the years, or rather weeks, I had been having sex, I had never felt anything as great as I was feeling in that moment. It was like a thousand orgasms hitting me all at once. I tried to think of something to compare it to for future generations of rulers in my stead, but couldn’t think of anything but white hot pleasure.



I cried out and distantly heard Titania tackle Kingston to keep him from coming to me. I took the moment to try to speak and let him know that I was fine, but I was hit by another wave of the immense pleasure. It rode my body like I was a roller coaster, crashing into my over and over until I thought I was going to burst with it.



I felt the vines of the throne change and knew, somewhere in my new Fey knowledge, that I was doing it. My power called to the vines and told them what to do. I felt them wrap around me, hearing Kingston and Titania fight on the floor at the foot of the stairs. I could see nothing but the lush green of the vines, feel nothing but overwhelming ecstasy.



In an instant it all stopped and I was staring down at Kingston and Titania, still in a pile on the floor. I stood, dimly aware that my normal black leather attire had been replaced by a flowing green dress the same shade of my eyes. It made me think of the wind through the green leaves of summer.



I shook the visual off, feeling great satisfaction in knowing that I could make that wind happen, and called out in a commanding voice that scared even me. “Enough!”



The lights throughout the entire Mound came to light at the one word. Music began to fill the halls and there was the sound of running as the Fey in the Mound came into the throne room, looking at me where I stood in front of the throne.



Kingston and Titania separated and turned their attention to me, open mouthed. I wasn’t sure if it was the shock of seeing me in my new garbs, knowing that I had willing sat on the throne, or the huge fact that I had been one of the few female heirs to survive the Test of a Thousand Pleasures. In my memory, from Mike, I could remember only three others to survive, and none of them had been able to stand so soon after the Test.



I caught sight of myself in one of the mirrors that lined the wall and saw something else that would have shocked Kingston. I had always been tanned and perfect, even being part vampyre, but now my normally tanned skin was as pale as freshly fallen snow. It wasn’t vampyre paleness, but a natural paleness that made my vibrant green eyes pop. The green dress added to the effect, and I noticed the slight change in my hair color.



There was a royal line of Fey known as the Fata who were all born with hair that was such a vibrant red that there was no known name for it. My hair had always been a deep rich auburn that was only a few shades lighter than fresh blood, since the day I was born. The hair I now had was that Fata hair, a red so vibrant, red seemed too simple a word for it.



It turned back to Kingston, but my face wasn’t shocked at the new appearance. In a bizarre way, I had known that I would not come out of this looking like I had when I woke up this morning. I had known, deep down through Mike’s memories, that none of the rulers who took the throne had ever looked as they did before.



As soon as my attention was turned to the Fey at the foot of the stairs, they all bowed low, and I knew that this would be a permanent thing. It didn’t matter how much I protested that I didn’t want to be called ‘your majesty’ or ‘your highness’ or ‘Queen Alexia’, they would do it anyway, because it was customary for them. So I guess I wouldn’t even begin to protest it.



I had things to do that didn’t involve babysitting Fey right now, so I began to descend the stairs. Everyone, save Kingston, remained bowing as I walked past them. I stopped in front of Kingston and held my hand out to him. “My Consort of the Outside.”



He looked at me like I had sprouted another head, but took my head, allowing me to pull him to me. I was barefoot, something I never did, so I had to move onto my toes a little to lay the gentlest of kisses onto his lips.



I pushed the power I knew I had to give him through the gentle kiss and saw him jump as a fraction of the pleasure I had felt on the throne coursed through his body. His eyes were wide as he looked at me, but he said nothing, merely clutching at my hand.



I knew just where the Royal Chambers were, so I made my way there, Kingston still holding my hand. As the doors closed behind us, I burst into laughter before collapsing onto the bed, physically exhausted from what had happened to me on the throne. I may have been able to walk, but it had taken a lot of power I really didn’t think I had.



Kingston stood by the door and stared at me like I had gone mental before finally speaking. “Do you want to explain to me what’s going on, Alexia? Start with the moment you sat on the throne and end with Consort of the Outside.”



Sighing, I explained in as great detail as I could what had happened on the throne. I looked down at my hands, though, when I spoke of the Consort of the Outside. “Each Fey Ruler has no less than two Consorts. One of the outside and one of the Fey. They’re like royal viziers, but also the rulers … They’re the ruler’s lovers.”



“So you’re telling me that I’m going to have to share you with another guy?” Anger welled in Kingston’s voice as he spoke and I instantly wished I hadn’t brought it up.



“Yes.”



“What makes you think I want to stick around to watch you be with another? What makes you think I won’t go off and find someone who will be only faithful to me?”



I had known it was coming, but it still hurt to hear him say those words. I didn’t know what to do so I turned on the bed, facing away from him, tears streaming down my face, and spoke with no emotion in my voice. “Do what you wish. If you want someone who can give you only them, go find that person. All others may have my body, but I have given you my heart. If knowing that you are the only person who will ever hold it means nothing to you, then go.”



I didn’t move, afraid that he was going to leave. I was even half hoping he would leave. I could be the ruthless, blood thirsty ruler that all the previous female rulers had been. I could rule the Faeries knowing that I had no heart because he walked away when he found that he would have to share my body with another man. Possibly two or three other men.



I heard him sigh and flinched as he moved to stand in front of me. He knelt and I moved to hide my tearstained face, but he caught my chin and turned me back to face him. “I will never have your body to myself, Alexia, I have known that since that morning Ian found us together and you ran to Andreas. Whether you want to admit it or not, you will be compelled to be in his bed again. I knew that your body wasn’t yours to give to just one man. But knowing that your heart is yours to give freely and I hold it means more to me than anything in this world or the next.”



His lips touched mine and I instantly pulled him down to me, drawing him onto the bed. His hand went for the tie on my dress as I sat bolt upright, looking at the door. “He’s coming.”



“Who’s coming?” Kingston looked at me, as confused as I felt. “What are you talking about, Lexi?”



“I don’t know. I can fell this … presence coming toward me. It’s tantalizing. Like … like lying in a pile of leaves during the fall naked and letting them warm your body.” I frowned and looked at Kingston. “I’m starting to think in nature analogies.”



“I noticed.” Kingston moved from the bed as a knock was heard on the door. “I think I know who you’re talking about, Lexi. Your Fey Consort will be standing behind this door, I have no doubt.”



I moved to tell him not to open the door, but he did. Not one, but twenty guys marched in a perfect line into the room, bowing low as they spotted me sitting on the edge of the bed. They didn’t move and I frowned, before remembering that they couldn’t speak until I had acknowledged them. “What brings you to my chambers?”



The leader, for his armor bore the crest of one of the royal families, stood from his bow before dropping to his knees in front of me. “Your highness, we are the Imperial Guard of the Fey Mounds. We have had no one to guard for the last few centuries because only guard the Queen of the Fey. We are here at your service now.”



“Boy are you barking up the wrong tree.”



I shot Kingston the glare he deserved for that comment before turning back to the confused leader. “Excuse him, he was just saying that I know of ways to take care of myself. Yet having you guys around might not be such a bad idea in the long run. Can you shoot a gun?” I was always thinking of new ways of recruiting for the agency.



“Yes, ma’am. I was in the US military for a few years before they discovered my Fey heritage, strictly by accident.”



“Good. I own a bounty hunting agency above the Mounds that is in need of more hunters. You can work with me up there and guard me as well.” I leaned back against the bed a little and stared down at the guard leader.



“I would be honored, your majesty.” He stood and I felt that same overpowering presence I had before. I had found my Consort.



“Kingston?”



“Yes, Alexia?” Kingston looked at me, but I had eyes only for the Fey in front of me.



“I need you to go home and let Ian, Andreas, Cassie, and Harper know that I’m alright. Tell them what I did and have them tell Karma. Please.” I added the last as I looked at him, afraid of staring at the man in front of me too much longer.



“Will do, Alexia. Take care of yourself. I love you.”



“I love you too, Kingston.” I smiled at the remark before turning back to the guard in front of me. “You. Show him the way out.”



The small Fey looked frightened to be called out, but pleased that it was for nothing serious. He walked quickly over to Kingston and took him through the door, talking to him almost as soon as he thought I couldn’t hear him. I could, but he wasn’t saying anything bad, so he would be ok.



“What is your name, leader of the Imperial Guard?”



“I am Prince Raiden of the Autumn Family, my queen. Our family is twelfth in line for the throne if anything should happen to you, but we do not wish for the other families to rule for your father’s family has done more than all others have, so I have dedicated my life to serving your father’s family. To serving you.”



My heart sped up at the last comment and I was stuck with a huge decision. To send him away or to keep him here with me?



I didn’t have time to decide before I was thrown into the headboard of the bed by something I couldn’t see. I caught a glimpse of Raiden running at me, yelling a spell I knew was to get rid of evil forces before everything went black.