Page 60 of Fae Mates

“Gala made us kneel before her portrait each evening while she went away to complete her beauty regime.” Prince August grimaced. “While she was gone, we used to—”

“Ah, right.” The thought of four naked, faerie princes playing with their cocks was more than I could bear. “Which one can I have first?”

Prince August deposited me on the deck and flicked his wrist, removing his brothers’ gags. I waited for them to recognize me, but they were too busy scowling at their brother, who stood at my shoulder.

Prince Bradwell’s amber eyes flashed. “What is the meaning of this?”

I opened my mouth to explain that they were under an enchantment, but Prince August spoke first. “I brought you a female in heat.”

“Is that why you removed our chastity devices?” snarled Prince Caulden. “We’re supposed to save ourselves for Gala.”

“What in Dubnos were you thinking?” said Prince Rory.

Prince August slid my cloak off my shoulders and lifted my nightshirt, exposing my thighs. “Does that mean I can have this female for myself?”

Their gazes wandered up my legs, where moisture already trickled down from my slick folds. A breeze cooled my thighs as Prince August exposed my pussy, but it did nothing to ease the fire raging through my core.

“Show me more,” rasped the Autumn Prince.

“Stop that,” Prince Caulden snapped.

Prince August’s lips crashed onto mine in a kiss that made my toes curl. My heartbeat trembled, and the pulse behind my clit pounded hard between my thighs. A wave of dizziness struck as my core pulsed like an explosive about to detonate. I grabbed onto his shirt for balance and lost myself in his kiss.

He drew back from the kiss and pulled off my borrowed nightshirt. “Ready?”

I grabbed at the erection straining through his breeches, but he wrapped his hand around my wrist and turned me toward the other princes. “I’ll sit this one out while you tend to my brothers.”

“A-alright,” I murmured through panting breaths.

“Come no closer,” said Prince Bradwell.

Prince Caulden scowled and bucked his hips, making his gorgeous, thick cock bounce. Since he could probably turn body parts as cold as ice, I would reserve him for later.

My gaze dropped to Prince Rory, who bared his teeth in a snarl. “August,” he said. “When Gala finds out about this—”

“What?” I straddled his hips and placed my hands on his broad, muscular chest. “Don’t you want me?”

His gaze lingered on my breasts, and he licked his dry lips. “Certainly not.”

“But I’m so wet, my maidenhead is gaping open, and my clit is pounding for your cock.”

“Don’t be so…” His eyes glazed. “Really?”

I lowered my hips, so my slit sat directly on his erection. “Do you feel how wet you’ve made me?”

“Yes,” he whispered.

I leaned into him, rubbed my nipples against his chest, and whispered, “Would you like to feel how hot I’ve become?”

“Ignore her,” Prince Caulden snapped. “She’s testing your loyalty, and you’re failing. Miserably.”

“Gala did say he was the filthiest of us all,” muttered Prince Bradwell.

I snorted. Let’s see how much willpower those two exercised after seeing me fuck their brother.

Hatred burned in Prince Rory’s dark eyes like coals waiting to ignite, and his body went as stiff as his huge, purple cock. He shook his head, as though trying to ward me off but didn’t say a word.

I placed my hands on his warm, bare chest and inhaled a deep breath. Was it rape if the person was enchanted to be loyal to Gala and her wretched father? The Prince Rory I knew would flip me over and pound me until I shattered into a twitching pile of sated flesh.