Page 25 of Fae Mates

Chapter 7

Even though Prince August lay naked, trussed up, and with a ball gag in his mouth, he still managed to send me a look of disdain that set my teeth on edge.

The dignity of his posture as he lay within the reeds pissed me off. The snarky tilt of his head, combined with the narrowing of his lime-green eyes, said he thought we were idiots for not having thought of how to transport him across the campus undetected.

“Do you have an invisibility cloak?” asked McVittie.

I shuffled on my knees, blinking down at the cat, whose whiskers glowed yellow in the morning sun. My throat thickened. Three months ago, the answer would have been yes.

Flora had lent me her father’s cloak so I could meet Prince Bradwell, but I had left that cloak in the Spring Court when the guards had arrested me while I had slept in his arms.

“No,” I whispered. “Do you think we can disguise him as a bale of reeds?”

Prince August snorted.

I flicked the end of his purpling erection, making him yelp through his perfect nose.

“We’ll just have to drag him through the forest,” said McVittie.

Prince August’s eyes widened, and he shook his head.

“What about the brambles and broken twigs?” I stared down at his huge, engorged dick, which either trembled with fear or looked like it was about to spout jets of creamy cum. “I don’t want to spend the rest of the day rooting around his body for thorns and splinters.”

“Unless you want to sling him on your back,” said the cat.

Prince August rolled his eyes. Even though the harness made him feather-light, his large, broad body wouldn’t fit on my shoulders, and it would be hard to wrap my arms around him if I carried him from the front.

I reached down and gave the prince a reassuring pat high up on his thigh. “We’ll wrap your nightshirt around your jewels, so they don’t get hurt during the journey.”

Outrage flashed in his eyes, and he thrashed from side to side, a difficult feat considering the harness wrapped tighter around his arms and torso with every movement.

My brows drew together, and I shuffled out of the way of his flailing legs. “He wants to say something.”

“Help, probably,” McVittie muttered.

“Maybe it’s important.” I reached over him and loosened the ball gag.

He spat the ball out of his mouth and snarled, “You will not drag me through the forest like the spoils of a wild hunt.”

I folded my arms across my chest. “Do you have any bright ideas?”

“Surrender, and I will make your death painless.”

“If he’s got nothing to contribute, place that thing back on his mouth,” said McVittie in a bored monotone.”

As I reached for the gag dangling around his neck, Prince August cried out, “Wait!”

“What?” I snapped.

“There’s no need to resort to violence,” he said in a surprisingly restrained yet haughty voice, which I suspected he reserved for public speaking. “I’ve noticed you leering at my sword. If that’s what you want, you may pleasure it for five minutes. Ten, since I’m feeling generous.”

“He’s stalling,” hissed the cat. “If he doesn’t appear in his quarters, I expect the royal guards will come looking for him.”

“Alright,” Prince August snapped. “Remove that ridiculous ring from my sword, fashion a stretcher out of my nightshirt, and the woodier reed stems, and I won’t give you any trouble.”

“How about this?” I stood over him with my hands on my hips. Triumph warmed my insides, and I grinned at the sight of him groveling at my feet. “You won’t because we can pull the silk off the cock ring at any time.”

Prince August’s shoulders sagged, and he stared down at his erection, which bulged with veins so thick, they looked ready to burst. A thick bead of precum emerged from its slit and drizzled over its thick, purple head and down its shaft, only to be replaced by another. My mouth watered. If only we had the time. I would have taken him up on his offer of five minutes with that sweet dick.