Page 71 of Fae Trials

“What are you doing?” His voice was a breathy whisper and a bulge formed in his pants.

I parted my lips and breathed hard, making sure my chest heaved. My stupid wings already glowed brighter than the noon sun. Prince Caulden would have to be a complete twit not to understand what I wanted.

He took a step toward me but kept me at arm’s length. “Tell me.”

“Want it,” I said through my fake panting. “Want you in my mouth.”

“You’re disgusting,” he whispered.

I swallowed back a snort. This was the wanker who had suggested the blowjob round. Was he chickening out or just saying that so I could talk even dirtier about how much I needed his cock. Probably the latter. This was almost like the situation with Coltrane, the horny centaur, only this now, I was bullshitting for my continued survival.

“Have you got a big dick?” I asked.

“Dick?” he rasped.

“The royal cutlass, the wonderful weapon of Winter. I need to see it.”

“You may not.” He took another step, closing the distance between us. Prince Caulden stood so near, I could feel the heat of his excitement.

“Oh…” I placed my hands on his bulging pecs, which reverberated with the force of his heartbeat. Making a huge show of licking my lips again, I ran the tips of my fingers down his hard torso. “Please.”

Prince Caulden shuddered. “You are a dangerous female.”

“And I think about mating all the time.” I fluttered my eyelashes.

His hot breaths fanned against my face. “What do you want?”

“One taste of your huge, royal manhood before I drop out of the trial. If I’m to be executed, I need a happy memory while I lay my head on the executioner’s block.”

“I’ll keep you safe.” He cupped my face with both hands. “When I’m mated to Salix, you will become my lover.”

My nerve endings tingled with resentment. After three years of screwing Elijah, being the concubine of a prince should have been a step up, but the Fated were a bunch of entitled, spoiled brats who didn’t deserve a mate, let alone the future ruler of one of the four courts. But then, these assholes didn’t deserve to rule anything but their egos.

Tamping those feelings away, I reached down and brushed my fingers over the erection bulging through his pants. Prince Caulden canted his hips forward, filling my hand with his pulsing heat.

The tips of my wings flared with light, and I gave his balls a gentle squeeze.

“Unity,” he whispered into my ear. “You’re absolutely gorgeous. I want you so much.”

I rolled my eyes. Prince Caulden just wanted his cock sucked. The moment he came, he’d either declare me a disgusting halfling or a potential for his royal harem. Pushing aside those feelings, I stroked my hand up and down the fabric covering his thick shaft. I couldn’t complain because he was playing into my hands.

“Get on your knees and unbutton my breeches,” he growled.

“Yes, Your Highness,” I said with all the fake enthusiasm I could muster and slid down his body.

Prince Caulden threw his head back and gasped. For the Winter Prince, he was surprisingly responsive and hot. My fingers trembled with anticipation as I slid button after button from their holes.

His cock sprung out from his pants. It was as big as his brother’s but alabaster-white with a thick, rosy tip. Heat surged between my legs, and moisture slicked my folds.

“You’re magnificent,” I said, meaning every word.

“I wager that I taste even better than I look,” he said with a chuckle.

“Yes!” Wrapping my hand around the base, I engulfed him into my mouth and hollowed out my cheeks. He slid to the back of my throat, making me swallow around his girth.

Prince Caulden hissed through his teeth. His hips jerked back and forth in an attempt to take control of the blow job.

The muscles of my core pulsed, sending a ripple of pleasure surging to my inner thighs, my belly, and to my tightened nipples. Fuck, this guy was so hot and hard, I wanted to slip my fingers in my panties and rub myself for an explosive climax.