Page 16 of Fae Mates

My strokes matched his, and for a moment, I was down there with him, letting him build me to a frenzy that had me gasping and moaning.

“Yes!” Prince August said between clenched teeth.

“Oh, yes,” I whispered back.

A mix of sweat and juices soaked my pantalettes, but I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on my pleasure. It swirled and built around my clit and core intensifying until the pleasure spilled over into a series of spasms and waves that had me shaking and moaning.

Prince August’s handsome face twisted, and his roar filled the air. Jets and jets of pearly, white fluid coated his tight abs, his prominent chest, some of it even reaching his chin, and I continued rubbing myself in time with the slowing fist pumping his still-hard erection.

By the time my climax ebbed to gentle waves of ecstasy, I wholeheartedly agreed with McVittie’s plan to capture Prince August. That sight had been better than anything I’d seen on a porn DVD and twice as satisfying.

“McVittie?” I whispered through panting breaths. “Where are you?”

The cat didn’t answer. He was probably still annoyed with me for flicking him on the ear. I owed him the biggest, most groveling apology.

A yellow butterfly flew across my face, its wings a similar pattern to Prince August’s, which I took as a good omen.

I let out several deep breaths and tried to slow my frantic heart. Not only did I need Prince August’s spunk to complete my power, but I also wanted to suck that thick cock until it exploded in my mouth.

Chapter 5

Sweat beaded on my brow, and the morning sun warmed my back. With the greatest of reluctance, I pulled my fingers out from my pantalettes and wiped the moisture on the grass.

I continued lying on that ledge with my head dangling over the edge, waiting to see if Prince August would do anything else, but he only splashed water over the streams of cum covering his front and then swam to the edge of the water.

“Ogled enough?” asked a snide voice from behind.

Ignoring the irritated cat, I remained in place, watching Prince August climb onto the bank. As he spread his arms wide, rivulets of water ran down the contours of that strong, muscular body.

I suppressed a moan. It didn’t matter that the faerie was an asshole who had plotted against me at every point. I was going to find a way to absorb some of his magic and become strong enough to rescue my mates.

Somewhere along the way, I hoped to win him over, but I pushed the details to one side for now.

“Tear yourself away,” said the cat. “We’ve got things to do.”

Vapor rose from the prince’s golden hair and skin, and the force of his magic reached me from my hiding place. My tongue darted out to lick my lips as I imagined running it over every inch of that delectable body.

“Unity!” McVittie snapped.

“Huh?” I turned to meet the cat’s furious, yellow eyes and gulped. “Right. Did you say you had a plan?”

He snorted. “You would have learned it by now if you hadn’t been so rude.”

Annoyance tightened my skin. “It’s bad manners to smell people and even worse to make comments on what you find.”

McVittie padded toward the trees. “That’s the trouble with you humans. Always acting above us animals, even though everyone knows you mate just as much as us.”

Pulling myself to my feet, I watched the cat slink through the tall grass. Did McVittie know he’d just identified with being an animal?

“Come along,” he said. “Stage two of our plan is approaching.”

I glanced down at the pool, and Prince August was gone. He had probably returned to the Royal Tower to get ready for a day at the academy with his brothers.

A pang of longing struck my chest. What on earth could Lady Gala have done to them in the months I’d been stuck in that dream?

Images of the wretched, platinum-haired faerie floated to the forefront of my mind. I imagined her holding court at the princes’ table, enjoying candle-lit dinners in the Spring Court, and sipping cocktails in Prince Caulden’s lounge.

The worst was of her getting pounded from behind by Prince August while Prince Bradwell thrust in and out of her mouth. In this awful scenario, her hands moved over Prince Caulden and Prince Rory’s dicks like pistons.