Page 51 of Fae Mates

I turned around and caught sight of the stream of precum dripping from his gorgeous, tanned cock. Normally, I would scamper around for a taste, but the heat had turned my muscles into molten wax. I could only kneel on the floor and hope Prince August would put me out of this state of wanton desperation.

Cool hands landed on the backs of my thighs and spread my legs apart. “You’re so ready for me.” Awe filled his voice. If this wasn’t his first time with a female, it was definitely his first with a faerie. “Hold steady.”

My wings made an impatient flap.

“Alright,” he said with a chuckle. His blunt cock-head pushed against my opening, but it didn’t slip inside as expected. “You’re so beautifully tight.”

“D-don’t let that stop you,” I said.

His hands gripped my hips. “Absolutely not.”

A heartbeat later, he entered me with a thrust that frazzled every nerve ending. I cried out and the intense stretch, wondering when I had ever in my life been this tight. If I had been human, I might have sobbed at the pain of being ripped apart, but my faerie instincts translated it into concentrated pleasure.

“Aaaah,” I cried.

Prince August paused.

“N-no, don’t stop.”

With a moan, he pushed himself all the way in and grazed something too deep to be my g-spot, but when he pounded into it, the heat turned to molten ecstasy.

He thrust back and forth, nice and slow and deliberate, hitting that spot over with ruthless precision until my eyes crossed, and my vision turned black.

“We fit so well together,” he growled into my ear.

I could only moan in response. Maybe it was the heat making Prince August feel so huge, but he seemed to fill my entire pelvic cavity with that marvelous manhood.

He built up his strokes in speed and intensity, thrusting into me so hard that my breasts bounced. I panted out moans and rapid breaths, taking everything he gave me and never wanting it to stop.

It felt like Prince August was riding me toward a precipice, groaning with each hard thrust. He laid his back over mine and grabbed my breasts with rough hands. I moaned, and he rolled my sensitive nipples with his fingers.

The pleasure he had given me, the pleasure that ran up and down my veins now gathered in a single point—the source of my heat, which Prince August continued pounding. It expanded, quivering around the edges, feeling ready to burst.

“Unity. I’m going to—”

Streams of cum hit the source of the heat, overwhelming it until his essence filled my channel. Something within me burst and sent out a wave of ecstasy that seemed to expand beyond my physical body. It tore me apart, making me shriek. Spasm after spasm of pleasure rocked my body as my hungry core pulsed around his cock, milking and absorbing his offering.

Prince August continued his thrusts at a slower pace, still cumming as though he was shooting a lifetime of spunk.

My head thudded on the wood floor, and I breathed through the aftershocks of my orgasm until he finally pulled out.

I turned around, and the lustful glaze in his eyes vanished.

He flinched away. “Unity?”

Something about him was different. I scrambled back, not knowing what kind of reaction to expect. “Yes?”

“Release my legs this instant,” he said. “Something terrible has happened.”

I stared down at his sweat-covered body. “What are you talking about?”

“My brothers.” He wrapped a hand around my arm. “Until now, we’ve been under an enchantment. I think Gala—”

“The Duke of Nevermore murdered the duchess to use her magic for a loyalty ritual,” I said. “He also killed a seeing-hag to stop her from telling anyone about it.”

“He did all this so that Gala could mate with us?”

“For control of the throne.” I rested my hands on his chest. “Somehow, he’s devised a way to start Lady Gala’s heat early for her to mate with you and your brothers.”