Page 50 of Fae Mates

I glanced at him over my shoulder and met his glazed, green eyes. “There’s only one way to find out.”

Prince August’s head disappeared behind my ass, and he sucked one fold between his lips.

“Oh!” Did I say my clit extended to my vagina? I think this faerie version stretched down to my labia. Swirls of pleasure burst from between my legs and settled low in my belly.

“Mmmmm,” he growled into my folds, his hot breath puffing over my clit.

He hadn’t even touched my enlarged bundle of nerves, but I still wanted to howl. Another hot breath on my clit made my core tighten, and every fine hair on my body stood on end.

“What a gorgeous pearl.” The tip of his tongue swiped my clit, setting off a series of explosions that could rival a New Years’ Eve fireworks display.

I bit down hard on my lip and moaned. If he continued like this, I would probably agree to anything he demanded.

He chuckled. “You like that?”

“I’d like it even better if you didn’t stop,” I snapped.

The tip of his tongue swirled around my engorged clit, inciting a riot of sensations. My nipples tightened, my arms trembled, my core twitched and pulsed. This was a great tease, but I needed more, or I would self-combust.

“Ah.” I pushed my ass into his face, increasing the pressure, so his tongue flattened, covering more of my clit.

My fingers curled into fists, which pressed against the hardwood floor. This was beyond pleasure. It was as though Prince August was reading my mind and giving me exactly what I needed.

His tongue dipped into my opening and ebbed the heat, only for it to return to my clit and make it flare. Back and forth he went, keeping me suspended in this state of pleasure and yearning until my nerve endings screamed for his cock.

Rapid, shallow breaths wheezed in and out of my lungs. My head spun, and I lost sense of my surroundings as the sensations engulfed my consciousness. At that moment, with Price August lapping at my clit and my core twitching in unison with my pounding heart, I didn’t care about our past animosity. I just wanted him.

“So. Beautiful,” he groaned.

With those words, my heat quickened and spread across my nerve endings like an attack of fire ants. A scream tore from my lips, and I cried, “Fuck me now.”

“One moment.” Prince August’s thick fingers rubbed along my slit, making my clit swell and throb.

A pained moan slipped from my lips. “What are you doing? I need you.”

His finger slipped into my opening, and I clamped hard around the digit. The fire burning through my veins reduced to embers, but it still wasn’t enough. “You’re still very tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I clenched my teeth. When I was human, I could take a hard pounding and come back for a second round or a third, if Elijah was in the mood. The heat dimmed at the thought of that greasy bastard. Even if I confronted him, he wouldn’t know what I was talking about because the human version of myself had never existed.

Prince August withdrew his finger and replaced it with two. The stretch, along with a new flare of heat, made my breath catch, and my muscles rippled around him.

“That feels so good,” I said.

“I can’t wait until you’re ready to accept me.” He pumped his fingers in and out of my hungry core, his hot breath fanning my folds.

The movement caused my core to become slicker, and the sounds of squelching filled my ears. Prince August twisted and scissored his fingers, driving them deep into my heat. Every time his thumb brushed against my clit, it would cause a shock of pleasure that made me clamp harder around his digits.

Sweat beaded on my brow and dripped into my eyes. I loved every minute of this, but I needed it deeper, thicker, harder.

“Please,” I whined.

“You’re so wet. Tell me what you need,” he murmured.

“Your cock. Inside me.” I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed back and forth against the movement of his fingers. “Now.”

“Very well.”

Prince August pulled out his fingers, leaving a hot void that I thought would never cool. A shudder of fear took control of my skin. If he refused to fuck me now, I would probably die.