Page 60 of Fae Games

I swallowed hard. Even after surviving his string of betrayals and violations, this latest revelation stung. “Why hasn’t anyone stopped him?”

Blowing out a long breath, Prince Bradwell shook his head. “When I take over the Spring Court, I will extend the enchantment that protects humans from malevolent magic to protect them from exploitation. Until then, there is little I can do to change the lore.”

I bowed my head. “Thanks.”

“Villains like Elijah Meadowhawks encourage well-bred faeries to devalue those of our society who need the most protection. I’m glad he’s behind bars.”

“What’s going to happen to him?” I asked.

“He’s languishing in a dungeon now. If he participated in the theft of Helenium’s magic or any dark magic acts against full faeries, he’d be executed.”

I nodded and pushed open the door to the remedial building. Elijah was a lowlife, but he probably wouldn’t have been stupid enough to act against Helen. Not when her father was the Duke of Medietas and headed the king’s guard.

The scent of Earl Grey tea wafted down the hallway. Once the guards realized that the other girls had implicated him to frame Lady Gala, he would be free to violate human women as he pleased.

“See you tonight, then.” I stepped through the door into the stone hallway.

“Unity,” said Prince Bradwell.

I turned around. “Yes.”

He stepped closer, engulfing me in the scent of orange blossoms and freshly fallen rain. “August was wrong about you.”

My heart leapfrogged into my throat. “Why?”

“You didn’t come here to taint the throne.” The sun peeked out from the clouds and streamed down on his cerise hair, glinting off his lighter strands the way light hits the edge of a sword.

I straightened. “No, I didn’t.”

“And my brothers would be lucky to have a mate with an understanding of all levels of our society.” His gaze lowered to my lips. “Not to mention your… appetites.”

“What can I say?” My voice became breathy. “A girl has needs.”

“Indeed?”

“Yes.” I let my gaze linger on his gorgeous, full lips, before rising to amber eyes that burned with passion.

“May I kiss you?” he asked.

I slid my hands under his blazer and onto the hard pectoral muscles bulging through his white shirt. Prince Bradwell’s breathing quickened, and he edged closer until I felt the fan of his hot breath on my lips.

Pausing for a heartbeat longer than necessary, I savored this moment. It was the first time one of the princes had approached me with an apology and permission for a kiss.

Prince Rory had scooped me away from a perverted blacksmith and demanded a blowjob, while I had teased Prince Caulden into hardness and trapped his erection in a cock ring. This situation was completely different… almost romantic.

Raising myself to my tiptoes, I slid my arm around the back of his neck and pulled him down.

His lips were soft and tentative, as though he wasn’t sure what to do when the girl made the first move. Then he growled and pulled me into his hard body and even harder erection.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured into the kiss. “I tried hard to resist. To be true to the female I thought fate had chosen for my mate, but every time I was with her I kept thinking about you.”

“Really?” I whispered.

His tongue slid against mine in a series of toe-curling caresses that had my nipples tightening and my core clenching. As my wings fluttered with pleasure, they shifted the air, making Prince Bradwell’s long hair brush against mine,

He drew back from the kiss. “And when I heard about what you did with my brothers, I could barely look at you because if I did, I would demand the same.”

My eyes widened. I was impressed with his restraint.