Taming The Fae - An Exsilium Short Story Read Online Free

I
didn’t move an inch.
    “ Hell, I freaking need to get some grub,
but I just know I would run into him. Maybe I could sneak into the
kitchen, just grab something, and then shift right back. Yeah, that
might just work.”
    I shifted to the kitchen in a split second,
and right in front of me, Nanini shifted in, walking straight into
me. “Ah, come on! You have got to be kidding me! What are the odds
of running into you ?” She pushed away from me and swung open
the fridge door, almost ripping it from its hinges.
    “How are you feeling?” I causally asked while
walking over to the table and sitting down.
    “Annoyed. Irritated. Suicidal.” She turned
around and popped a few grapes into her mouth. Her eyes were
piercing me with invisible daggers. I smiled inside. She was a
vixen alright, but any vixen could be coaxed into giving in.
    “I see. Have you gotten any sleep in?” She
ignored me and returned to the fridge, searching for more food.
Closing it again, she placed some ham and cheese on the counter.
She almost crushed the bread when she grabbed it, continuing on as
if I didn’t exist.
    “I am still waiting for an answer.” Silence .
    I leaned back, studying her small little
frame.
    Although half my size, she was built slender
yet had all the right curves where they need to be. Her blond hair
hung loose, almost reaching her… very nice behind. She turned
around and aimed a knife at me. “You better not be ogling me. I
swear I will plant this right in an eye.” She sneered.
    “Shall we meet in the middle then? You can
answer my question, and I will not look at your small frame.” I had
a hard time keeping my delight in check. I never said the coaxing
should be subtle. Oh no, this vixen needed fire to give in. Well, I
have a lot of that to give.
    “I didn’t sleep, okay? I swear, it’s like
living with my Mom and Dad all over again! You do know that I
already have a father. I sure as hell don’t need another one.
Although, between Chax, Vulcan, and all of the bloody fallen males
around me, I sure as hell have enough fathers to spare.”
    She turned around and continued making her
sandwich. See, that wasn’t so hard, little vixen.
    “So, if I am concerned of your well-being,
that makes me a father?” I knew it was just a matter of time before
she would explode and shift out again.
    “Oh please, don’t even go there.” She waved
me off and stuck the cheese and ham back into the fridge. Grabbing
her sandwich, she took a huge bite from it. Closing her eyes, she
savored it. Slowly chewing the piece as if there wasn’t going to be
another when she was done.
    “You should have eaten something when we got
back, but instead you locked yourself in a room. It would seem that
you do need someone to help guide you.” Her eyes flashed open and
she almost chocked on her piece of sandwich.
    “Keep pushing the button, Godzilla. Keep
pushing it. I am forbidden to kill you, but Vulcan said nothing
about torture, mutilation, starvation and any other thing I can
cook up.”
    “Really, you would go through all that
trouble just to spend some time with me?” The knife ended up in the
wall behind me, missing my face by inches.
    “You-“
    “Morning, Nanini,” the Archangel Michael cut
her off. She didn’t return the greeting. Instead she gave him the
look of death, which implied the many ways she could insure that
death would be painful.
    I jumped up and approached him before she
could make her advance. “And, what news do you have?” I stepped
between them, blocking her deadly eyes from him. It’s one thing to
pick a fight with a hellhound; it’s another thing to pick a fight
with the Archangel of War.
    He smiled and went over to the peculator,
pouring some coffee into a cup. “She was magnificent, and gave us a
great fight. But Chax came through and controlled her born. She is
safe and soon she will be ready for battle. I have never seen such
strong hellhound before. She will be even more magnificent when