Page 47 of Fae Mates

“They’re glowing for me,” he said.

A whimper reverberated in the back of my throat, and I pushed out my ass, giving him a better view. Even though several feet separated us, I imagined the feel of his hot breath on my wet folds.

“And your maidenhead has opened,” he said.

“For you,” I whispered.

“Come here.” His voice was soft and coaxing and shivered a path of pleasure down my enlarged clit.

“How do I know you won’t overpower me?” I stared at him through my bent legs.

A muscle in his jaw flexed. “Do you want me to tend to your heat or not?”

I took a tentative step toward him, and Prince August released the hand on his dick. The determination in his eyes sent spikes of alarm through my gut. I straightened and skittered back, my folds slippery with arousal.

He teetered on the edge of the bed, and his entire body leaned toward me. “Where are you going?”

“Lie back,” I whispered.

Rage flashed in his lime-green eyes. “Why?”

“Place the cuffs of your wrists on the mattress, so I know you’re not going to grab my neck and threaten to choke me unless McVittie releases you.”

Prince August bared his teeth. “A faerie in heat should be grateful to have such a powerful male in her presence.”

I stepped back and slipped my fingers over my engorged clit. It had grown to twice its regular size and the thickness of my little finger. The skin around the organ felt stretched to capacity like a water-filled balloon. My clit was already slick with juices, as though it could make its own secretions, and each slide over the enlarged bundle of nerves made the muscles in my core clamp hard.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Satisfying myself.”

“Nonsense.” His hand returned to his dick. “You need a strong male to ease your heat.”

It was the sexiest stalemate in the history of warfare. I braced my back against the wall and spread my bent legs, running my finger up and down and around my clit. My gaze roved over the Summer Prince, whose deft hand worked over an erection that seemed to swell with each passing stroke. Precum dribbled over his fingers and gathered over the golden hairs on his plump balls.

“You’re a fool,” he said. “You could be on your hands and knees while I pound into that tight, wet heat. Instead, you’re strumming your nubbin like a brothel slattern.”

“What the fuck are you doing, then?” I snarled.

The fist pumping that big dick faltered for a moment as he scowled. A few heartbeats later, Prince August resumed the mesmerizing stroke of that fat erection.

I licked my lips and continued rubbing my clit, but my core ached to be filled. How much time had passed since I’d had a good, hard fuck? According to recent curses, an entire lifetime.

Prince August’s gaze dropped to my engorged clit, and he matched his movements to mine. “Do you know what happens to females who don’t mate within the first few hours of their heat?”

Flora’s story about Queen Maeve’s enemies being hunted by hoards of horny males sent a shiver down my spine.

Pushing my trepidation aside, I said, “Don’t know, don’t care.”

“You’re a bloody fool,” he snarled.

I tore my gaze away from his dick. “If I came over as you asked, what’s the first thing you’ll do?”

“Fuck some sense into you.”

“And then what?” I rolled my nipple between my fingers. “Will you hand me over to Lady Gala?”

“Yes.” He shook his head. “No.”