Page 59 of Fae Mates

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You never wanted me to mate with any of your brothers,” I said. “Will you become hostile again when they’re free? You hated me before the curse.”

He sniffed. “That was before I knew the pleasure of your touch. Your commitment to my brothers is endearing, and you’re a refreshing change from the usual fae noblewomen. I can see why my brothers are smitten.”

Warmth spread across my chest, and I reached up around his neck and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

He chuckled. “Not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?”

“For your acceptance.”

Prince August furrowed his brows. “Unity, you saved me from a lifetime of slavery and did so in the most pleasurable manner. It took every ounce of restraint to tear myself from your arms.”

My heart thudded, and heat surged between my legs. I squirmed in Prince August’s arms, hungering for him to place his lips on my neck… and other places. This time, my symptoms came all at once, and my lips parted with a desperate moan.

His nostrils flared. “Are you—”

“Yes.” I slipped my fingers between my legs and massaged my swelling clit. The action only intensified the throbbing.

“Your heat has returned at the right moment.” Prince August placed a kiss on my head. “I will deliver you to my brothers soon.”

He flew over a river that meandered around the mountainside, and in some places, the water poured down into a deep valley.

Swarms of lanternflies flew alongside us, reminding me of my time at the Spring Court, but there wasn’t a single blossom in sight. Instead, the riverbanks swelled with vegetation, and huge weeping willows dipped their branches into the water as though taking a drink.

“Where are we going?” I asked between gasping breaths.

“Somewhere within the Summer Court where no one can disturb us,” he said.

Sweat trickled down my fevered brow, which cooled in the breeze created by his wing currents. I stared into his green eyes, remembering what had happened the last time one of his brothers had given me such assurances. “What about the guards?”

“No one can enter without my permission.” As though reading my mind, he added, “The enchantment took hold of our senses the night you spent with Bradwell. He woke up with you at his side and called the guards to complete your arrest.”

“Right.” I clenched my teeth as molten spasms seized my core.

Sparks detonated along my nerve endings, making me shudder and twitch. Only the thought of kelpies and the promised mating frenzy with the princes stopped me from wriggling out of his grasp and jumping into the river.

“I’m sorry that happened,” he murmured. “If it’s any consolation, Her Majesty was furious when she discovered that you had outsmarted the guard.”

Under normal circumstances, I might have laughed, but my hungry core screamed at me to reach down between our bodies and grab his dick. I shook off the urge and imagined the guard writhing around on the ground with an iron cock-ring burning his junk.

“What happened to him?” I asked.

“He now occupies your former cell.”

I nodded. That was the least that bastard deserved. How many female prisoners had that creep abused? From the way he acted in the dungeon, I was guessing I hadn’t been the first.

Just as my fingers slid down Prince August’s gorgeous, tight abs, we drifted down to a bridge, whose semi-circular arch and reflection formed a perfect circle.

My hand stilled. “Are we going to fly under it?”

“Something like that.”

Before I could ask, Prince August swooped beneath the bridge. I tilted my head up to find hundreds of lanternflies nesting on its underside, illuminating the water’s surface. Below us, a large round boat bobbed up and down with the current. Lying on the deck bound, gagged, and deliciously naked were Princes Bradwell, Caulden, and Rory.

Each of them jerked up and shot us venomous glares, but my gaze wandered down their muscular bodies to the erections swelling between their legs.

My mouth watered, and the muscles of my core quickened. “Did you strip them for me?”