Page 61 of Fae Mates

“If you’re going to violate my person, do it fast,” he said with a trace of encouragement in his voice.

My brows rose, but I didn’t taunt him on how much he wanted this. Lady Gala’s enchantment could control his mind, but his primal faerie instincts urged him to mate.

“Alright, then.” I reached down between our bodies and wrapped the fingers of one hand around his thick cock.

Prince Rory hissed through his clenched teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. I pressed the palm of the other on his chest to steady myself.

“Send her away,” said Prince Bradwell.

“I’m going to tell Gala, and she’ll discard you for sure,” added Prince Caulden.

“W-wait,” said Prince Rory.

A warm hand landed on my shoulder, and I turned to meet the concerned gaze of Prince August. “Each of my brothers will thank you for this. Please, don’t keep them in this accursed state for longer than necessary.”

The Summer Prince’s words gave me the encouragement I needed to continue the task, and I raised my hips and positioned myself over his tip. Prince Rory slipped past my slick folds and cried out when he reached my tight opening.

“Hold on.” I rubbed his leaking cock-head at my entrance and pushed.

It had only been hours since I had fucked Prince August, but the stretch was intense. Crying out at the pleasure, I hugged the bulbous tip with my tight entrance as he slipped through.

Prince Rory’s eyes widened, and his lips parted in a low, shuddering moan that made my core twitch and spasm around his organ.

I slid down his pulsing member, engulfing him until I could feel his plump balls against my ass. Pausing in place, I let my muscles adjust to his pulsing girth.

“Disgraceful,” said Prince Bradwell. “I can’t believe you let her use you like that.”

I glanced across at the erection straining over his belly and drizzling copious amounts of pre-cum. “You’re next.”

The cerise-haired prince huffed but didn’t turn away.

“Move,” said Prince Rory in a tone that meant to move away, but the heat in his eyes told me he wanted friction. I circled my hips, eager for that deep penetration where Prince August had pounded into the source of my heat.

“Harder.” Prince Rory’s russet hair fanned out across the deck of the round boat, mingling with Prince Bradwell’s cerise and Prince Caulden’s powder blue.

Balancing my palms on his chest, I raised my hips and sank back onto his hard dick. Prince Rory thrust back, deepening our connection. Pleasure tingled along my core with each stretch and contraction of my walls. I wanted this to last forever, but the snarling of the two princes at our sides told me that time was critical. If I broke their curses, we had an entire lifetime to enjoy long, leisurely fucks.

Prince Rory’s eyes bore into mine with an intensity I hadn’t seen since the day he’d threatened to have me executed if I dropped out of the trials. Holding his gaze, I rode him hard, slamming into that ravenous heat over and over until it imploded into starbursts of pleasure that made me cry out.

Prince Rory thrust against me, panting out his desire. “More… Keep going.”

Convulsions made his muscles strain against his restraints, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he roared. The lanternflies scattered, plunging us into semi-darkness, but none of that mattered. Jet upon jet of hot fluid filled my hungry core, which squeezed and pumped him through a mutual climax.

When the sensations subsided, I flopped forward onto Prince Rory’s front, breathing hard.

“Unity?” he asked.

I drew back and stared into his confused frown. “Did it work?”

“If you’re asking whether I want to murder the faerie who cursed me into worshipping her worthless hide, yes, it did.” His eyes softened. “I’m so glad you survived.”

“Untie me,” Prince Caulden snarled. “I’ll deal with you myself!”

I tilted my head to the side and smirked at the Winter Prince. “Have you changed your mind?”

Prince Rory’s face twisted. “Please, save my brothers.”

My shoulders dropped, and I blew out a long breath. This wasn’t a fun game. These were two princes I cared for deeply, suffering under the delusion that they were in love with a centaur-sucking harpy.