Page 23 of Fae Mates

My finger circled his nipple. “Stop what?”

“Keep touching me like you mean it, and I’ll—” He doubled over, bracing his hands on his knees.

A jolt of surprise had me skittering back, but I forced myself to stand firm. In my best drawl, I said, “Are you cumming for me?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said between gasping breaths.

I glanced at McVittie, who lowered his eyes, giving his head a little shake. If this blacksmith didn’t supply me with the equipment I needed to subdue Prince August, my cheesy wiles probably wouldn’t work on the dwarves. Somehow, I didn’t think McVittie’s budget stretched to phoenix-forged weapons.

Still panting as though he’d outrun a centaur, the blacksmith raised his head and smiled. “You’re a natural at this. How may I serve?”

“I need a silk-covered iron cock-ring, a gag, a collar with a pair of matching cuffs—”

“Wrists or ankles?” he asked.

“Both,” said McVittie.

The blacksmith bounced up and down on his feet, making me wonder if I was his first customer of the day. “Anything else?”

“Do you have anything to make him light as a feather?” I asked. “He’s big, and I don’t have the physical strength to throw him on the bed.”

The blacksmith bit his lip. “The lucky bastard. I have an enchanted harness I use for hauling scrap metal, but the adjustments will cost you.”

“We have beads,” said McVittie.

He raced around the desk, jogged past us, and tied up the flaps of his tent. “I’ll shut up shop. That will give us the rest of the morning for you to try your purchases out on me and then do me a special favor.”

* * *

We returned to the academy late in the afternoon, and I spent the evening training my wings with Pokeweed. McVittie glared at us from the mezzanine, disapproval radiating off his stiff posture. Perhaps after the events of the day before, the cat thought we needed a chaperone. Whatever.

The vision of Prince August’s tanned body with hair the color of gold fanning out from his head like a halo had consumed my every spare thought. And the memory of him working that juicy thick cock until it spurted jets of semen filled my night.

The next morning, McVittie and I left early to wait for Prince August. We lay amidst the tall reeds that surrounded the pool and gazed into the surface, which reflected the orange haze of the rising sun. My bag of purchases lay between us, ready for use.

“Someone ought to revoke that blacksmith’s license to trade,” whispered the cat. “What a ridiculous request.”

“It wasn’t so bad,” I replied.

He snorted. “Piffle. What kind of male derives enjoyment from a woman slapping his manhood?”

“Well, it’s better than what I first thought he said.” I wriggled around on the damp ground, trying to make myself comfortable.

“I would have drawn the line at you slurping anything of his,” he muttered.

“Someone’s coming.”

A figure dressed in white floated down, and I had to blink several times to work out that Prince August slept in an Ebenezer Scrooge nightshirt. But as soon as he pulled it off his glorious body, revealing a broad back and a squeezable ass, I forgot about his questionable nightwear and edged forward.

“What are you doing?” whispered McVittie.

I shoved aside a thick reed. “Getting a better look.”

“Stay where you are,” he snapped. “He’ll be at his weakest after he’s spent. You’ll have plenty of time to examine his naked body when we’re breaking his curse.”

My mouth watered at the thought of Prince August encased in chains and lying naked and helpless. Part of me would enjoy making him grovel, but the rest of me relished the good, hard reward he would give me when I freed him from the clutches of Lady Gala.

The Summer Prince spent ages soaking in the water. His powerful presence had scared away the birds and frogs, leaving only the wind rustling through the reeds to compete with the sounds of his splashing. At my vantage point, I could barely see anything worthwhile, but eventually, he floated to the surface.