Page 2 of Fae Mates

I’d forgotten this aspect of his personality, the cool, haughty Winter Prince with a gaze that could turn a girl’s heart to ice. A glance over my shoulder told me that Sicily was headed in our direction.

“She’s my sister,” I said.

Sicily bowed. “We didn’t mean any harm, Your Highness!”

“Sire!” shouted the guard at the edge of the water. “You’ve got to see this.”

Prince August strolled to the box, and every ounce of blood drained out of my face. I’d never asked Prince Caulden what he had found in the boxes on that day, and now I wished I had, instead of glossing over the incident to prove that my human life had been real.

Prince August melted the path of ice with each footstep. When he reached the guard, he peered into the box and hissed.

An iron fist of dread punched me hard in the stomach.

“Take the girl and her sister,” he snarled. “I’m going to remain here and find out why the United Nations is smuggling grenades onto the Isle of Fae.”

The guards bundled us both into the back of the carriage and forced us onto our knees. My knees sank into the carpet’s white velvet pile along with my plummeting heart. Beside me, Sicily curled into a ball, each wracking sob making my insides shudder with guilt.

I glanced up at Prince Caulden, who sat on the seat and sneered. If this was real, I’d probably end up in front of King Oberon and Queen Titania facing charges of treason.

The horses leaped into the air, jerking Sicily back toward the seat and me into the side of Prince Caulden’s leg. With a disgusted huff, he pushed me aside.

“Your Highness?” I gazed up at Prince Caulden.

His eyes, the color and sharpness of steel, sliced through my courage. Right now, I hoped this was a glamor because there were no signs of the affectionate prince who had won my heart.

“Are you ready to tell me how you knew the contents of the boxes?” he asked.

I lowered my gaze. “It’s like I said about the logos. The only thing I knew was that they weren’t iPads.”

“Tell your sister to stop sniveling,” he snapped.

Sicily raised her head, her face streaked with tears. “Will we be executed?”

“Probably,” he drawled.

I squeezed my eyes shut. With every passing moment, the chances of this being a glamor dwindled to the harsh reality that I’d acted rashly and was about to get Sicily and myself killed. This version of Prince Caulden hadn’t encased me in a sphere of ice, but I was hoping that the same tactic I had used to get free might work.

“Alright then, Your Highness.” I sat on my haunches. “Is it possible to make a final request before I die?”

Prince Caulden scoffed. “You’re in no position to demand anything, human—”

“I want to suck your big, royal cock.” The words tumbled out of my mouth.

“Unity,” Sicily hissed, her voice scandalized.

I ignored my sister. A mouthful of salty cum was the only way to determine the truth of my situation. If it wasn’t a glamor, I might even ingratiate myself with Prince Caulden.

He leaned forward, outrage blazing in his cold eyes, and whispered, “How. Dare. You.”

Prince Caulden’s glower chilled my blood. I gulped and glanced down at my oversized, faded clothes. A curtain of mousy brown hair fell over my face, making me wince. With wings and golden hair, he had been so easy to seduce. This time, I would have to try harder.

“Your Highness,” I said, my voice breathy. “I can’t help myself.”

“Don’t touch me.” The lack of venom in his words told me he was at least curious.

Making a show of rubbing the back of my neck, I murmured, “I mean, what would it feel like to have that big, fat cock down my throat? Is it like a block of ice, Your Highness, or is it a hot rod?”

Prince Caulden’s nostrils flared, and I slid my palms on his muscular thighs.