Page 31 of Fae Mates

“Oh!” Prince August groaned and bucked and placed a huge palm on the back of my head, pumping in and out of my mouth as he shot jets of warm spunk down my throat.

I swallowed once, twice, three times, my heart pounding but not nearly as hard as the clenching and unclenching of the muscles of my core.

While the spurts reduced in volume and his hips slowed to a gentle rocking, I slipped my fingers into my breeches and pantalettes to rub all the tension from my engorged clit.

My fingers made fast work against that sensitive bundle of nerves, making my core twitch and shiver with pleasure. I continued swallowing around my mouthful of Prince August, and in moments, the pressure around my clit built to a crescendo, tearing a climax through my body.

The hand around the back of my head released, and Prince August sat back with a lazy smile on his lips. “Outrageous.”

“What?” I spluttered. “You were the one who started it.”

His brows rose. “Says the wanton creature who abducted me from my private bath. How many mornings did you lie in watch, fondling yourself at the sight of my nakedness?”

I pursed my lips. He made me look like I was some kind of lecher who watched males in the bath, dragged them back to her lair, and forced them to cum in her mouth.

“Smirk at me all you want.” I yanked off the cock-ring, making him flinch. “Did your brothers tell you I absorbed their magic? Thanks to your massive eruption, I now have enough power to attack Lady Gala.”

The smug grin dropped, replaced by a gnashing of his teeth and a glare laden with so much heat and contempt that I scooted away.

“If you touch my beloved,” he snarled, “I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” I raced back to the stairs. “Cum in my mouth again? Get another erection? For someone who is desperately in love with Lady Gala, you were certainly eager enough to cheat.”

His face crumpled into a look of anguish that clenched at my heart. That had been supremely bitchy. The Duke’s loyalty spell clearly hadn’t turned him into a eunuch, and it was unreasonable to expect a man not to take up an opportunity if the woman he wanted could only have sexual contact once every four years.

Besides, maybe at a deeper level, he knew the relationship was a sham. I didn’t have to taunt Prince August over something that wasn’t his fault. “Sorry, Your Highness. I spoke out of turn.”

“Gala loves me enough to understand that you placed me under sexual duress with dark magic.”

I shook my head, all sympathy for the prince vanishing in a cloud of dust. “Whatever makes you feel better.”

His face hardened. “Get out of my sight.”

“Come on,” said McVittie. “Let’s see if that infusion of Summer Court magic has made you any better at flying.”

I bounded down the stairs after the cat, feeling strangely energized. Perhaps that faerie who had cursed me with his destiny and retained my human appetites had made my wings glow for the princes so I could gather the magic of all four Courts.

McVittie waited for me at the bottom of the stairs and then darted across the mossy ground to the kitchen area, where he placed his front paws on the tree stump Pokeweed used as a cool box.

“There’s rainbow salmon in there,” he said. “I can smell it.”

A giggle burst out from my lips. “What about my flying practice?”

“Food first.” He jumped down and butted my leg with his head. “Flying later.”

“Alright.” I lifted the lid off the stump, selected one of the packages wrapped in lily pads, and placed it on the floor. The lily pad uncurled to reveal a portion of boned fish.

McVittie rushed over to his breakfast and gnashed at the fish with his sharp, little teeth.

I turned to the stove, where Pokeweed had left two wooden bowls next to it on the counter. Both were covered in wooden plates, meaning that he had returned to the treehouse sometime while I was either interrogating Prince August or pulling off his cock-ring.

“Did you get the Summer Court magic?” asked a voice from behind.

A jolt of emotion shot through my heart. It was surprise tinged with guilt and a little fear. Fear that Pokeweed would get sick of me and throw us all out, and guilt for having led our relationship beyond friendship.

My throat thickened. “Poke—”

“I see that you did,” he said.