Page 57 of The Fallen Fae King

Instead, it reflects back to me everything Lanlin tried to say in his vows — his love.

“Bloody hell.” Daire reaches out like he wants to trace over the picture that Lanlin has drawn of the three of us together.

We’re not wearing crowns or looking regal.

Instead, Lanlin has captured one of our unguarded moments, when we were together in the early hours of the morning, sharing honey and date bat cakes.

I remember it.

It hadn’t been a dramatic moment. Lanlin had fed an hour or so earlier from Daire, which is why in the painting we both look blissed and relaxed in each other’s arms, while I am lying over their laps stuffing cake into my mouth and offering it up to Daire because he always needs to eat after being fed from.

We look…happy.

Content.

Like family.

My eyes become wet. “This is how you see us?”

Lanlin licks over his dry lips. “Isn’t it how you see me?”

“I do now,” I reply.

That appears enough for Lanlin.

“Put it at the far side of the nest,” I say. “I become wild in my heats, and I don’t want to damage it. But I still want to be able to see it.”

Lanlin crawls to prop the painting at the far side of the large bed, then he crawls back to me.

“There you are, my Queen.” He cages me, studying me like he is memorizing every freckle. I squirm, flushing. “There you are.”

Then he feathers kisses over my face, before capturing my lips in a slow, tender kiss. He looks at my dress like it is personally offending him for covering my skin.

“Undress our Queen,” he commands Daire.

“I’m a king in this bed too,” Daire retorts. “Why are you in charge?”

I wince.

Daire is such a brat.

Lanlin slowly turns with predatory grace.

When I catch the amusement dancing in Daire’s eyes, I know that he has challenged the other Alpha on purpose.

Lanlin snatches Daire by the throat. His claws elongate, threatening to pierce the other Alpha’s skin, only they don’t.

Shadows flow from Lanlin, pinning Daire’s arms and wings to his sides as if with rope.

“Because you are my Blood Lover.” Lanlin lifts Daire up in the air, but gently like a cat playing with a mouse. “Because I reached the nest first and won the bet. So, you will undress our Omega, then you will pleasure her with that shameless tongue of yours.”

“Punish me with tonguing and you’ll only encourage my shamelessness.” Daire grins. “I don’t need to undress because there’s nothing under my kilt.”

“Shall I check?” Lanlin tips Daire upside down.

Daire yelps as he lands in a heap in front of me, revealing that he is naked underneath his kilt. His cock is already hard, glistening with precum on the tip. It must be painful for him to know that he can’t knot me yet but like always, he’s putting the rest of the pack’s needs first.

I can’t resist, however, sliding my hand down to slap the pale moon of his ass.