A Dance With The Fae Prince Novels & Stories

Drake said and Adrian quickly went over it. There were a few pictures of Claire in the file and as he looked through everything, he handed it back to Adrian. “I'm going to be having dinner in the restaurant tonight,” Adrian said but looked up at Drake when he didn't say a word after that. “Is there a problem?” “King Trace and Princess Eliza will be arriving from the Seat of Trace to see your father and he had ordered that both you and Xander should be available for dinner tonight,” Drake informed and a frown appeared on his face as he heard that.

A low, smooth chuckle echoed from the deepest recess of the cave—a voice that had haunted my nightmares for eight long months. "Oh, darling Kate," the Dark Fae Prince purred, stepping out from the writhing shadows, his black silk coat trailing frost behind him. His eyes gleamed with a cruel, triumphant amusement as he looked down at me. "Always so eager to play the savior. Did you really think I would leave Vane's family where you could reach them? I'm afraid you've miscalculated. I didn't send Vane to distract the Alpha—I sent Vane to isolate you."

Alex tried again. The Fae king stepped away from his son. "You want me to talk about it?! Alright then!" he pointed a finger at the Dark Prince. "You will not have my daughter! You will not court her!!" That earned him a deadly glare from the Prince. The room instantly became cold. He was going to spit something out but he stopped himself when he heard a loud gasp.

Kaelor’s cock was a thick, throbbing demand for life in a graveyard of data. He entered Aradaa with a single, brutal thrust that made the prince’s back arch, his scream a melodic, bird-like trill that echoed through the lunar core. It wasn't a graceful union; it was a desperate, messy reclamation. Kaelor pounded into him, his muscles bulging, the literal weight of his body pressing Aradaa into the vibrating obsidian.

he holds my hand a little tighter. "Diana, you don't have to go just because he's a prince." "He's a prince? Do I need to curtsy?" I ask worriedly, and they shake their heads, I blush and respond to the invitation, "It's no sacrifice." He led me to the dance hall, where only a few couples dared to take graceful steps and some people were observing. George was a prince and seemed very friendly. "You look even more beautiful when you blush," I give an embarrassed smile. "What did you see in that stubborn man?" I wanted to answer the truth.

“What are you doing here?” He walked in and closed the door behind himself. He even locked the door then walked closer and closer to me. He had lust in his eyes. I stumbled backwards almost knocking over the lamp on the nightstand. I was nearly forgetting how to push the right words out of my mouth. “We can’t do this… I want to be accepted here.” I mumbled because all I knew was rejection and deceit. Why would the dragon prince be any different? It wasn’t like the king and queen would let us be together. It was hard to say no when my body was aching with lust.

“Of course. Perfect Amval would only have the most traditional desserts.” “A nectarine tart.” My mouth waters just thinking about it, rich with cinnamon and spices. “And that band you hate so much is traditional as well.” She groans playfully. “So nobody would dance.” I gesture inside at the crowded dance floor. “I disagree, especially after I led the first dance.” She laughs. “You would? Somehow, I can’t picture you dancing.” “I danced at the Festival of First Wind!” “Oh, that’s different.” She shakes her head. “You weren’t Amval there. The prince I met in Moonlight Beach doesn’t dance.”

Leaning his face down next to mine. “I didn’t think you had it in you faerie, but I think I can work with this.” He said calmly, and not even slightly fazed by the short tousle. He let go of my wrist and rolled himself off of me; standing up in one smooth motion to his feet. I slammed my fists angrily into the ground before rolling over onto my back; my chest rising in heavy breaths. “You’re going to have to do better than that though,” the prince smirked, “it looks like you’ve never had a good work out in your life.”

I felt a faint tapping on my shoulder and turned around to see Eldar. "Shouldn't you be dancing, Fae? You know it's important to your mother that you socialize and butter up the politicians to give us more resources." I huffed at him. "Like we need more resources. We're probably one of the most powerful kingdoms, I doubt there's anything we need." "Well I need a dancing partner. Give me at least one dance so your mother won't scold us later." "Fine. Just one!" We headed towards the crowd, waltzing to one of my favorite tunes. At least it wasn't a terrible song. I placed my hands on his broad shoulders and moved my feet carefully.

"I mean if you are engaged in a very important conversation with Princess Nilenia, then I will wait." She frowned. She felt like the Demon Prince was nervous and for some reason, she thought it was cute to see him like that. She smiled at him and nodded. "It's fine. It'll be an honor to dance with you, Prince Kai." The prince's face lit up and she could see that he was delighted to hear her words. He reached out his hand so she reached back and then they walked toward the center of the hall. They bowed to each other and when the slow music started, the prince brushed his hands to her waist and held her one hand.