Page 28 of Fae Mates

The muscles between my shoulders burned with the effort of supporting my weight, but I pushed on, making them flap harder, faster, until I hovered in the air.

“You’re doing it!” McVittie’s voice echoed from up high. “Now, go higher.”

“No,” I said through panting breaths. “They’re about to give up.” I slowed down my wings strokes and let myself drift down.

By the time my feet reached the cool, mossy floor, my leg muscles had become so weak, they couldn’t support my weight. I fell onto my hands and knees, my insides trembling, and collapsed into a fit of gasping breaths.

Relieved tears dripped down into the carpet of moss. The fall had been bloody awful, but I had survived. I tilted my head up and glowered up to the top. It was so high up, I couldn’t see McVittie’s little, black head.

“Are you alright?” he shouted.

“Yes.” My voice shook, but I didn’t care if Prince August heard.

This little brush with death was just the reminder I needed that this business was deadly serious. If I didn’t find a way to break Prince August’s curse and free the other princes from Lady Gala, everyone from King Oberon to the lowliest human on the Isle of Fae was doomed to the machinations of the Duke of Nevermore.

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By the time I climbed up to the top floor, determination powered my steps, and I was no longer out of breath. Prince August had removed the sack from his head and stared at me with a look of defiance that made my palms itch with the urge to slap.

Even though the harness had pulled his arms behind his back and the cock-ring squeezed his erection to a raging, quivering hardness beyond human endurance, he stood with proud dignity, ready to attack.

“If I remove your ball gag, will you lunge at me again?” I asked.

He didn’t respond.

“Fine,” I said to McVittie. “We’ll leave him here to think about the dangers of trying to murder his captor and come back tomorrow when he’s hungry and more willing to behave.”

“Hmmm!” Prince August grunted.

I placed my hands on my hips. “What does that mean?”

His scowl deepened, and he grunted again.

“Will you get on that bed and let me secure your arms and legs?”

Prince August stilled, and he glanced at the bed before turning back to me with calculating eyes. In his position, I would weigh up the benefits of having the gag removed with being tied to the bed.

He shook his head.

“Have it your way, then.” I walked backward toward the stairs.

Prince August’s green eyes flashed. “Hmmm!”

“You want me to take off your gag?”

He nodded and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Lie down,” I said.

He shook his head.

“I think that’s the best we’ll get out of him,” said McVittie.

“Fine.” I took a tentative step toward Prince August. “If you’re thinking of shoving me over the edge again, don’t bother. I’ll only fly back and punish you.”

He raised a blond brow in an expression of disbelief, but I ignored it and knelt at his feet. Grabbing one ankle, I pulled it to one side and pulled out a metal ring, which I secured to the floor. Then, I positioned myself between his spread legs, shoved the other ankle aside, and secured it, too.

Prince August’s huge dick stood to attention with streams of precum spilling from his slit, gathering in his nest of golden pubes and over his plump balls. Saliva flooded my mouth, but I swallowed it back. Even though I needed his spunk to complete my magic, I couldn’t touch him without his consent.