Page 6 of Fae Mates

A breath caught in the back of my throat. That didn’t sound right at all. Queen Titania had despised me for being a half-blood getting close to her sons. She’d probably find a loophole of magic to kill me for being human.

“But you have a fated mate,” I whispered.

“There’s no such thing.” His lips crashed on mine.

My eyes fluttered shut, and I tried to process what he meant. If Lady Gala had extracted my curse, had it also unraveled whatever she had done to steal Helen’s magic and become one of the fated? Had it backfired and set everything back to how it would have been before she and her friends had murdered the unicorns to open up that portal to Dubnos?

Prince Caulden traced his palm down my belly and to the juncture of my thighs. He slipped his finger over my sensitive clit and into my opening. “You’re so beautifully wet for me.”

He circled my clit with his thumb, and my core muscles pulsed with each rotation of his fingertip. “I want to give you pleasure.”

My hips bucked, and I bit down on my lip, trying to focus on my thoughts. When Prince Caulden pressed a line of delicious kisses along my jawline, I stared up at the crescent moon shining through the ceiling of ice. If fated mates didn’t exist, why would Prince Rory have ridden through the streets with Lady Gala? I couldn’t picture him wanting to spend any time with her.

Prince Caulden slipped a finger into my core. I cried out, and my muscles cramped around the digit.

“So hot and wet.” He sucked on a sensitive spot on my neck that caused a shiver of pleasure to run up and down my spine. “Would you like more?”

The answer was yes, but not until I understood what was happening. I placed my hands on his shoulders and gave him a gentle shove.

Prince Caulden knelt between my spread legs and stared down at me with glazed eyes. The silver light filtering through the ice chamber made the contours of his alabaster skin glow, and the shadows darkened the dips under his pecs and between his abs.

His erection stood out from a nest of pale, blue pubes like a thick column of alabaster with moonlight glistening on a bead of precum on a bulbous, rosy tip.

I lay on my back, marveling at this beautiful creature. Right now, I could pull Prince Caulden down and beg him to continue what he had started. We would make love all night, and he would return me to my room with his magic. If that had been his offer—a night of passion or the occasional get-together on the down-low, I might have agreed. But Prince Caulden had just offered a human rulership of the Winter Court.

Helen had once mentioned that she had been in line to mate with all three brothers. However, the theft of her magic had put an end to those plans. So, I asked, “Isn’t King Oberon arranging a mate for you?”

“There’s only one female I want.” His hands parted my legs, and he stared hungrily at my sex. “Do you want me to prove it?”

“This isn’t real,” I murmured.

Prince Caulden’s gray eyes shone with adoration. “What are you talking about?”

“All this.” I waved my hands at the walls of ice. “The old you wouldn’t have fallen so easily for a human he’d only just met.”

He frowned but didn’t contradict me. Instead, he lined his huge erection against my clit. “Am I not enough for you, my darling?”

“Caulden,” I said with a sigh.

“How can I please you?” He grabbed his shaft and rubbed slow, sensual circles around my clit with his tip.

“Oh.” Hot breath puffed out from between my lips. Prince Caulden knew exactly what I liked, and I wanted more. Maybe I didn’t have to fight this so much.

The moon shone through the walls of the ice palace, bathing the chamber in light. I could be so happy here, making love with Prince Caulden and feeling like a pampered princess. Here, there was no pain, no hatred, no curses or machinations. But it wasn’t real.

“Stop,” I whispered.

With a reluctant sigh, Prince Caulden pulled away, taking with him the pleasurable sensation. He sat on his heels with his head bowed. “It’s me, isn’t it? I’m not enough.”

“Of course not.” I glanced at an open, floor-to-ceiling window. The view outside was of ice-capped mountains, yet there wasn’t a single gust of cold air.

“You are a human with appetites I cannot satisfy on my own.” He stood and padded across the room toward an opaque set of doors. “But I can give you the next best thing.”

The sight of his strong back and the rippling of his ass cheeks made my stomach flip, but I shook off the excitement. There was no way in hell any of the princes would offer everything to a human they’d only just met. This had to be an elaborate glamor, and I was in a cell somewhere, making out with someone monstrous.

Prince Caulden flung the double doors open to reveal Princes Rory, Bradwell, and August standing in a row, naked and each sporting huge erections.

I swung my legs out of bed and padded across the ice toward the open window. “For fuck’s sake. If you’re going to trap me in a glamor, at least make it realistic.”