Page 72 of Fae Trials

Instead, I slipped my hand in my pocket and pulled out the silk-covered cock-ring. Bobbing my head up and down, I worked him into a frenzy and had his knees buckling. As he held onto my shoulders, I slipped on the cock-ring and tugged on its silk covering.

Prince Caulden jerked back. “What are you doing?”

“I’ve encased your manhood in iron.”

“What?” he glanced down at his shrinking erection. The cock-ring remained snug around his dick. “Get it off me!”

“Not until you do as I say.”

His eyes bulged, and his breaths quickened even more than they had during the cock-sucking. He parted his lips in silent question.

“That pyre stone you showed me at the start of the task,” I said. “Where does it come from?”

His brows drew together. “The Calf of Fae, of course. Why?”

I held out my hand. “Give it to me.”

“But that’s cheating,” he whispered.

“So is encasing a contestant you don’t like in ice and threatening to freeze her if she doesn’t drop out. So is blowing her into knucker-infested water, hoping she’ll drown.”

Prince Caulden shook his head. “I didn’t—”

“Do you want to lose your cock?”

Panic flashed across his gray eyes. “No.”

“Give me the pyre stone.” I curled my fingers for emphasis.

He reached into his pocket and placed it into my outstretched palm. “What else?”

“I want you to make an oath never to tell anyone about how I obtained the stone, never to retaliate, or incite someone else to hurt or kill me.”

He remained silent, staring at me as if he wanted to freeze my body and smash it into a thousand shards of ice.

“Alright.” I tugged on the silk encasing the cock-ring.

“No!”

“Make your oath,” I snarled.

Prince Caulden grimaced, revealing a thin film of sweat glistening on his upper lip. After several labored breaths, he squeezed his eyes shut. “I, Caulden, son of Oberon, heir to the Court of Winter, will never harm or kill Unity Quayle. Neither will I cause or incite anyone else to do so. I will also not mention how she cheated to win this trial. This I pledge on my magic.”

His wings emerged from his back and flared with light as bright as my own. Power surged into my wings and wrapped around my heart, making me rear back. “What was that?”

“You now own a tiny piece of my magic,” he said. “And you will also never be able to speak of the oath or what happened in this sphere.”

“Put this sphere down.”

“Alright.” He swept his hand down, and we descended onto the ground.

With a wistful smile, I slid the silken cock-ring from his dick. If only circumstances had been different and he wasn’t such an utter bastard. We might have had some fun. Leaving him still dangling from the opening in his pants, I pulled myself to my feet.

“Unity,” he said.

“What?” I turned to the icy enclosure.

“Let’s mate,” he said.