Page 30 of Fae Mates

“Allow me.” I reached between Prince August’s legs for the silk-encased ring of iron.

He leaned back, resting his weight on his palms and groaned.

“Don’t damage him,” said McVittie.

“Prince August is uncomfortable,” I replied. “This is the least I can do for him.”

“Yes,” he drawled, opening his legs further and giving me a magnificent view of a pair of balls lightly covered in golden hairs.

I reached down to the base of his erection, where the cock ring held him in a strangulated grip and eased the device up his shaft. The metal stretched a little within its silken sheath, but it kept getting caught on the bulging veins running along the thick appendage.

“That feels good,” he said with a little shudder. “Now, use your mouth.”

“Quiet,” I snapped.

The cock-ring wouldn’t budge, so I slid it down his shaft and then up again until it got stuck at a higher point. Throughout this, Prince August panted as though I was giving him the wanking of his life.

“Now, do it faster,” he murmured.

Not paying him a scrap of attention, I pushed the ring further up his shaft and ignored the heat pulsing through my core.

“What are you doing?” asked McVittie.

“Trying to get the ring off,” I said. “What does it look like?”

“From where I’m sitting, it looks like you’re trying to get him off,” muttered the cat.

After a fair amount of jerking and twisting and up-down motions, I worked the ring up beneath his cock-head, where it once again got stuck.

“Naughty human,” he said under his breath. “Performing the darkest of magic just to get your filthy hands on my sword.”

I pursed my lips. How on earth had I pulled the cock-ring from Prince Caulden’s erection when he had trapped me in his sphere of ice? The Winter Prince had appeared terrified at the sight of the ring, but his brother seemed to enjoy every slip of my fumbling hands.

His chest rose and fell like a pair of out-of-tune bellows, and his hips made little jerking movements that made the ring slide in the wrong direction.

Huffing out an annoyed breath, I gripped him hard around his shaft, which was now slippery with precum. “Hold still.”

As I tried to ease the ring from beneath Prince August’s oversized cock-head, his hip thrusts increased in range and speed. Before I knew what was happening, he was pumping himself back and forth against my closed fist.

With a yowl, McVittie leaped off the bed and ran halfway down the stairs, leaving me alone with the sexually frustrated prince.

“Keep still.” I wrapped the fingers of my other hand around his cock-head, trying to twist the ring off, trying to jerk it from side to side, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Oh, my lord.” His face was slack, and his eyes glazed with lust.

My breathing quickened, and heat bloomed across my cheeks. Prince August was getting it all wrong. I tried loosening my grip, but his larger hand closed around mine, and he squeezed his eyes shut, twisting his face into the kind of grimace I would imagine a male would make when being jerked against his will.

“Unity Quayle,” he said through clenched teeth. “This assault on my person has just earned you a brutal execution.”

My heart quivered, and sweat trickled down my brow. “But I didn’t—”

His thrusts quickened. “Agh!”

“Now’s your chance,” shouted McVittie from his hiding place at the top of the stairs. “Complete your magic!”

Realization flicked me upside the head, and I stared down at the quaking cock that looked ready to erupt. This was probably my last chance to soak in some Summer Court power to trigger my own magical development, and I wouldn’t lose that opportunity for the sake of pride.

I clamped my lips around his cock-head and bobbed my head up and down to help him along. “Mmmmm!”