Page 24 of Fae Mates

A breath caught in the back of my throat. He was going to do it. Prince August was going to stroke that glorious, thick erection. I crept forward, my heart fluttering in time with my core.

“Not yet,” hissed McVittie.

His voice was like the splash of cold water I sorely needed. I gave the black cat a sharp nod and sank back into my hiding-place.

The next few minutes were torture. Torture because the wind stilled, silencing the rustle of the reeds, and each of Prince August’s panting breaths was like a shot of electricity into my clit. I lay flat on the ground, my teeth firmly wedged into my bottom lip, trying to keep still, trying to resist slipping my hand in my pantalettes to ease the ache between my legs.

I could picture it. That huge fist pumping up and down that impossibly large length with beads of precum spilling out of its bulbous tip. Prince August’s abdominal muscles would bunch with the effort of holding himself back from climaxing too quickly.

Who was on his mind while he pumped himself to a climax? Was it Lady Gala with her pale, austere beauty, Lady Aster, who had touched her semi-naked body in front of the entire academy? Or was it me? By now, he would have heard how I had satisfied his brothers.

I shook my head and blew out a long sigh. The poor bastard was under a curse. Right now, his mind was on the wretched ice queen who had him under her control.

“Ugh!” The low groan signifying his climax sent a surge of desire through my core, but McVittie’s harsh whisper to get ready brought me back to reality.

I reached into the cloth sack that the blacksmith had kindly provided for my purchases and pulled out the harness. It was fifty percent lasso and fifty percent straight jacket. Once it ensnared its victim, the thin iron threads woven into its silk fabric would weaken any faerie.

Prince August rose from the water, his wet, tanned muscles making him look like a sun god. I ducked with the harness poised for throwing, waiting for him to get into position and dry off.

“Now,” whispered McVittie.

The moment Prince August flung his arms to the skies, I struck, and the harness flew over his head and wrapped around his torso.

“Got you.” Rearing up from the reeds, I yanked hard on its lead and felled Prince August like a cut tree.

“What is the meaning of this?” he growled.

I sprinted forward, bag in hand, and knelt at his side.

His eyes widened. “You!”

I slapped the ball gag over his mouth, muffling his snarls. Its leather straps wrapped around his head. Hatred burned in his lime-green eyes, but I rolled him onto his front and reached for each item in turn: the collar, the wrist cuffs, and finally, the cuffs securing the ankles.

“Good work,” said McVittie as I turned the prince around.

“Sorry.” I stroked the side of Prince August’s face, which had turned the same shade of purple as his brother’s hair. “Don’t fight me, and I won’t hurt you.”

His eyes bulged, and his power surged, making my nerve endings crackle.

“Oi!” I gripped his chin between my fingers. “Don’t fight me.”

Prince August reared back, aiming for a head butt.

“Get out the cock ring,” said McVittie.

The prince’s eyes widened, and he gave his head a vigorous shake.

“This is for your own good.” I reached into the bag and pulled out the silk-encased ring of metal.

Wriggling like a caught fish, Prince August flared his nostrils, but with the harness holding him in place and the cuffs stuck together, the bindings gave him no leverage to escape.

“Sorry,” I glanced down at his long, thick penis, which slumbered on his thigh, looking tanned and thick and utterly tantalizing. My fingers trembled as they lifted the heavy organ and slipped the ring around his bulbous cock-head.

With a low groan that went straight to my core, Prince August hardened under my touch. By the time I rolled the ring down to the base, it stood to attention, fully engorged and looking as purple and furious as his scowl.

I suppressed a low groan of my own and turned to McVittie. “How are we going to transport him to the academy with nobody seeing us?”

The cat’s blank look told me he hadn’t yet considered this part of his clever plan.