The Fae Prince's Fated Mate: MM Gay Paranormal Romance by J.B. Black

Author:J.B. Black [Black, J.B.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-09-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Every day, Ash grew more attached. The casual touches which he swore were for the prince’s benefit became addictive. He refused to repeat his mother’s mistake. They weren’t fated mates. Even if Ash didn’t respect the ties, Voski did. Selfishness held his tongue while they were in Italy, but after Rome, their next trip took them to Paris. Beneath the Eiffel Tower, the warlock forced himself to put aside his childish possessiveness.

“Those girls are looking at you,” Ash announced, elbowing Voski and grinning when he wanted to drop his tone in complaint. “You should go flirt with one.”

The three women eyed the gorgeous prince from afar. They were obviously tourists, which would be all the better. Giggling, the young twenty-somethings made no attempt to hide taking pictures of Voski. Maybe they thought he was famous.

Frowning, the fae ducked his head. “Maybe later.”

“The more you put it off, the harder it’ll be,” Ash proclaimed, and shoving the prince toward the group, he patted him on the back. “You’ve got this!”

He definitely did not have it. Voski flirted worse than the average awkward, dorky teen. Somehow, it made him all the more endearing despite the disappointment on the women’s faces when he spoke after approaching them. Even put off by his crap flirting, the men and women who Ash encouraged the prince to approach often hung on longer as if hoping it was a test and the personality they wanted would suddenly appear due to the handsomeness of Voski’s face.

“Ask her if it hurt when she fell from heaven,” Ash commanded before pushing Voski at another woman who had scanned him head to toe with obvious interest.

Voski gasped. “Do you know her?”

“What? No,” the warlock replied, frowning at the question.

“Then how do you know about her fall?”

Laughing, Ash rolled his eyes. “It’s a pick-up line. Like when you told that lady earlier that you got lost in her eyes.”

With a lamentous sigh, the prince shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “They smell like lust.”

It was the warlock’s turn to stare blankly. “What?”

“They smell like lust,” Voski repeated. “None of them seem interested in anything but my face and body.”

Shaking his head, Ash laughed. “That’s a good thing.”

“How is it good?” the prince pouted.

“Physical attraction is important. Not every relationship starts as a friendship. People know if they are visually interested before they’re mentally or emotionally interested,” Ash explained as the pair strode through the streets of Paris.

Though the fae continued to frown, he kept his thoughts to himself. “I want to get an almond croissant.”

“Well, I can’t fault you for wanting pastries when in France,” the warlock huffed, bumping their shoulders together. “Let me look up the nearest bakery.” He pulled Voski to the side to not block anyone. “I could go for a coffee too.”

As he pulled up a map on his phone, Ash didn’t notice the group approaching until a young woman with long blond hair grabbed Voski’s arm and said, “You’re hot.” The prince pulled back, but she smiled brightly, scanning Ash when he glanced up for his phone.

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