Page 6 of Fae Games

“That’s why you hated me?”

He stopped walking and cupped my head between his large hands. His hard-as-steel eyes softened. “It’s why things might be possible between us.”

“I don’t get it.”

“My brother despises his fated mate, whereas mine is a dear and beloved friend. I could live with that until you awakened a desire I thought never existed.”

“Then why did you attack—”

“I wanted Rory to come to your rescue, but he still sees you as a means to ridding himself of Gala.”

My brows drew together. I’d thought the same thing, but Prince Rory had offered to take me as his mate, more than once, to save me from banishment. He had also mentioned coming after me if I got thrown into the Otherworld. Those words didn’t sound like a guy who only needed me as a means to an end.

“You’re frowning,” said the prince. “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing,” I murmured.

Prince Rory was the biggest mystery of the four brothers, and voicing my speculations might make Prince Caulden back away. I lowered my gaze to Prince Caulden’s lips, which looked soft and strong and so kissable.

Right then, I wanted him to lower his face to mine and join our lips in a kiss so passionate that it chased away all my worries. At least until my mind got a chance to regroup and work out how on earth to get around this one-month waiting period to retrieve Helen.

His gaze flickered down to my lips, and I held my breath. A groan reverberated in Prince Caulden’s chest that went straight to my core.

This was it. I was finally going to get kissed by a faerie prince. It was ironic, as I’d sucked two dicks and swallowed one down to the hilt but hadn’t yet experienced so much as a peck on the lips.

Prince Caulden drew back, making my insides deflate. “I promised to see you safely to the remedial building.”

“Right,” I murmured, inwardly cursing myself for not making the first move.

Through the rest of the journey back, Prince Caulden explained that the Fated had presented Prince August with a plan to get rid of me for good. It made for painful listening, considering that neither of the two princes I kind-of liked had given me a warning.

After walking about a path that wrapped around the castle, we strolled down toward the stables. No one was around. Not even a groom to clean up after the horses.

“It’s so quiet,” I said.

“It’s been decades since a prominent member of Court suffered such a severe magical attack. Everyone’s probably still shaken.”

“So am I.”

Prince Caulden stared at me with such intensity, my insides melted into goo. It was like he was expecting something from me, but I couldn’t fathom what. “I’m glad you won that trial.”

“Me, too.” My voice was a breathy whisper as my heart pumped so fast.

“Unity.” His steel eyes glinted in the starlight, and he threaded his large fingers through my hair.

Anticipation thrummed in my chest. Would he ask me again to become his mate? This time, I wouldn’t tell him to fuck off.

“Yes?” I said.

The pounding of my pulse between my eardrums filled the silence, and I rocked forward on the balls of my feet, silently urging him to make his move. Prince Caulden’s nostrils flared. This was just like in the gym when I stripped and got him all hot and bothered. He pulled me closer, tilted his head at an angle, and lowered his head.

“There you are,” said a loud voice from behind.

My heart leapfrogged into my throat, and I jolted toward the door to the remedial building. When I turned around, it was to find Prince Rory strolling out of the tower door.

“Shouldn’t you be comforting Gala?” Prince Caulden asked with a snarl.

“August and Brad are giving her gerbera wine in our tower.”