Page 46 of Fae Mates

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I half-flew, half-stumbled up the tree house’s spiral staircase, muttering instructions to McVittie to run out and help Flora. By the time I reached the top floor, Prince August was already hard and pumping that glorious dick. He was as naked as I had left him with his muscular thighs spread wide. Sweat glistened on his tanned skin, and desire shone in his green eyes. His buttercup-colored wings shone as brightly as mine.

A gasp slipped from my lips. The only thing better than Prince August, naked and with his ankles shackled to a bed, would be him and his other brothers all in a row, waiting to fill me with their thick cocks.

His eyes narrowed. “You,” he sneered. “What manner of dark magic did you use to bring on an early heat?”

“None.” I held onto the doorframe to stay upright. “Thanks to your deposit of spunk this morning, I can’t function.”

His eyes raked my white shirt, which was so damp with sweat, it may as well have been transparent. “If you think I will mate with you—”

“Why would I want to mate with a pompous prick?”

“Then why are you here?”

My throat dried. The last thing I wanted to admit was needing his big cock, but the pounding of my core and the fear of causing a mating frenzy urged me to speak. “If I could find a cucumber, I’d use it, but they’re out of season.”

His lips curled into a cruel smirk. “I’m loyal to Gala.”

“Right, then.” My gaze dropped to the hand furiously pumping that dick and at the stream of transparent precum that poured out from its tip. Prince August needed me as much as I needed him, but the loyalty enchantment that had ensured his free will was stronger than his urge to mate. “The Duke of Medietas is downstairs. I’ll go fuck a male who’s had at least one successful mating. I’m sure—”

“Take off your clothes,” he said.

“Why?” I whispered.

“I’ve never seen a female in heat.” Prince August’s hand closed around his bulbous cock-head with a twisting motion. “Observing your behavior will help me when Gala’s time comes.”

Bristling, I slid the buttons from their holes and let the garment hang open. The fabric only exposed my navel and the space between my breasts, but I didn’t make any effort to give him a better show.

Prince August’s eyes glazed. “Take it all off.”

I slid my shirt over my shoulders and stood topless before the wanking prince. My core twitched with each stroke of that thick erection, my lips parted with need, and my tongue darted out for a taste.

“And the breeches,” he rasped.

Heat flared between my legs, and I unbuttoned the placket of my breeches without resistance. Prince August moaned at the sight of my legs.

“Do you like what you see?” I toed off my boots and stepped out of the fabric in my pantalettes.

“Gala is the most beautiful faerie in the land,” he said without conviction.

One of my fingers circled my nipples, and his eyes tracked the movement. Apparently, dark magic could make a male’s brain loyal to its master, but it couldn’t affect his cock. This was probably why Lady Gala needed to cage the princes’ genitals in ice.

Prince August beckoned me closer with the hand that wasn’t pumping his dick. “Come here.”

Apprehension rippled down my spine. This arousal could be a trick to get me close enough to grab like he did in the morning. In my desperate state, I might untie Prince August, only for him to deliver me to Lady Gala as a show of loyalty.

I stepped back, and the slide of my thigh against my enlarged clit made me cry out. “No.”

“Then turn around and let me see you from behind,” he growled.

The command in his voice made my nipples tighten, and I found myself slipping my soaking pantalettes over my hips and letting the fabric slide down my legs. Prince August lurched forward, his gaze fixed on the wetness between my thighs.

Every nerve ending on my skin tingled with the need to be touched, to release the cuffs restraining the golden-haired prince’s ankles and let him start a one-male mating frenzy. I swallowed hard and remained standing.

“Turn around,” he said through labored breaths.

With painstaking slowness, I followed his orders, obeying when he commanded me to spread my legs and bend over double to expose my nether wings. The deep rumble in his voice made my nipples tighten, and his heavy breaths caused my swollen clit to pound.