by Sofia Daniel
“And ankles—”
“Then I’ll secure one wrist to the ground,” I continued, ignoring his ridiculous suggestion.
His blond brows tightened into a scowl. “What good will that do?”
I slid a hand over his stubbled cheek. “You’re not thinking this through. Guess who’ll be on her hands and knees underneath you?”
“Do it,” he growled.
I scrambled off his lap, crawled behind him on the mattress, released his wrists, and waited out of reach. Maybe it was the promise of getting to fuck me from behind, but Prince August didn’t lurch at me or snap his teeth. Instead, he rose from the bed and crawled into position and let me secure his left wrist on the wooden floor.
“Kneel in front of me,” he said. “I want to see your wings up close.”
A shiver of excitement fizzled down my spine and settled between my folds. Somehow, I didn’t think he was referring to the wings on my back.
Nibbling my bottom lip between my lips, I knelt in front of Prince August and spread my legs. A thick finger brushed against my folds, making them flutter.
He chuckled. “I wonder if those pretty little things can fly.”
I glanced at him over my shoulder and met his glazed, green eyes. “There’s only one way to find out.”
Prince August’s head disappeared behind my ass, and he sucked one fold between his lips.
“Oh!” Did I say my clit extended to my vagina? I think this faerie version stretched down to my labia. Swirls of pleasure burst from between my legs and settled low in my belly.
“Mmmmm,” he growled into my folds, his hot breath puffing over my clit.
He hadn’t even touched my enlarged bundle of nerves, but I still wanted to howl. Another hot breath on my clit made my core tighten, and every fine hair on my body stood on end.
“What a gorgeous pearl.” The tip of his tongue swiped my clit, setting off a series of explosions that could rival a New Years’ Eve fireworks display.
I bit down hard on my lip and moaned. If he continued like this, I would probably agree to anything he demanded.
He chuckled. “You like that?”
“I’d like it even better if you didn’t stop,” I snapped.
The tip of his tongue swirled around my engorged clit, inciting a riot of sensations. My nipples tightened, my arms trembled, my core twitched and pulsed. This was a great tease, but I needed more, or I would self-combust.
“Ah.” I pushed my ass into his face, increasing the pressure, so his tongue flattened, covering more of my clit.
My fingers curled into fists, which pressed against the hardwood floor. This was beyond pleasure. It was as though Prince August was reading my mind and giving me exactly what I needed.
His tongue dipped into my opening and ebbed the heat, only for it to return to my clit and make it flare. Back and forth he went, keeping me suspended in this state of pleasure and yearning until my nerve endings screamed for his cock.
Rapid, shallow breaths wheezed in and out of my lungs. My head spun, and I lost sense of my surroundings as the sensations engulfed my consciousness. At that moment, with Price August lapping at my clit and my core twitching in unison with my pounding heart, I didn’t care about our past animosity. I just wanted him.
“So. Beautiful,” he groaned.
With those words, my heat quickened and spread across my nerve endings like an attack of fire ants. A scream tore from my lips, and I cried, “Fuck me now.”
“One moment.” Prince August’s thick fingers rubbed along my slit, making my clit swell and throb.
A pained moan slipped from my lips. “What are you doing? I need you.”
His finger slipped into my opening, and I clamped hard around the digit. The fire burning through my veins reduced to embers, but it still wasn’t enough. “You’re still very tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I clenched my teeth. When I was human, I could take a hard pounding and come back for a second round or a third, if Elijah was in the mood. The heat dimmed at the thought of that greasy bastard. Even if I confronted him, he wouldn’t know what I was talking about because the human version of myself had never existed.
Prince August withdrew his finger and replaced it with two. The stretch, along with a new flare of heat, made my breath catch, and my muscles rippled around him.
“That feels so good,” I said.
“I can’t wait until you’re ready to accept me.” He pumped his fingers in and out of my hungry core, his hot breath fanning my folds.
The movement caused my core to become slicker, and the sounds of squelching filled my ears. Prince August twisted and scissored his fingers, driving them deep into my heat. Every time his thumb brushed against my clit, it would cause a shock of pleasure that made me clamp harder around his digits.
Sweat beaded on my brow and dripped into my eyes. I loved every minute of this, but I needed it deeper, thicker, harder.
“Please,” I whined.
“You’re so wet. Tell me what you need,” he murmured.
“Your cock. Inside me.” I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed back and forth against the movement of his fingers. “Now.”
“Very well.”
Prince August pulled out his fingers, leaving a hot void that I thought would never cool. A shudder of fear took control of my skin. If he refused to fuck me now, I would probably die.
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 bey
ond 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.”
“Let me go,” he said. “I must warn them.”
“How do I know she won’t reinfect you with that curse?”
A frustrated breath heaved out of his nostrils. “This is your first heat.”
“Yes?” I replied, not quite understanding his implication.
“During this period, any male you mate with becomes yours.”
I stared into his green eyes, waiting for his nose to wrinkle or for him to utter a haughty remark about being saddled with an unworthy halfling, but all I found was acceptance, and concern for his brothers.
“Unity.” He cupped my face with his large hand. “I’ve misjudged you, and I’m sorry for standing by while Gala tried to rob you of your destiny and burned what we thought was your body.”
My gaze dropped to his chest. “The enchantment was very powerful, I suppose.”
He leaned forward, placed his fingers under my chin, and tilted my head up. “I’ll be grateful to you until the end of days for your courageous act, but I need to save my brothers.”
A lump formed in my throat. Why was I so reluctant to let him leave? My feelings for the other three princes ran so much deeper than those I had for Prince August.
He placed a kiss on my forehead. “I’ll return with my brothers, and they will each form a bond with you.”
“Hasn’t my heat finished?” I murmured.
Prince August chuckled. “A female’s heat can last up to two days, depending on her level of power. Let me bring the others, and you can save them, just as you saved me.”
“How are you going to sneak your brothers out if Lady Gala’s watching them all the time?” I asked.
“She has a complex beauty regime she conducts each evening after dinner. I’ll wait until then and bring them to you.”
My faerie instincts tugged at my insides as though to warn me not to let go of the powerful male.
“Do it,” said a little voice at the door.
I twisted around to find McVittie sitting on his haunches, holding a belt between his teeth. He sat beside a messy pile of men’s clothes he had dragged up the stairs.
My shoulders sagged. “Alright.”
Separating myself from Prince August’s erection was the most difficult thing I’d ever done. A pang of regret shot through my heart, and my core clenched with complaint. I had to remind myself that four dicks were better than one, and if things went right, I’d enjoy three for each hole plus a spare.
After releasing his restraints, I stepped back in case his gentle words had been a ruse to catch me off-guard. Prince August wrapped his strong arms around my shoulders, brushed a lock of magically darkened hair off my face, and placed a soft kiss on my lips.
“I will return soon or send a message with the location of a safe meeting place.”
Prince August picked up the garments McVittie had lent him, gave the black cat a nod of thanks, and launched himself upward. His wings sliced through the air, propelling him out of the tree’s opening.
“Eat something and rest,” said McVittie. “If you thought mating with one faerie was tiring, you’re going to need every ounce of energy you can muster for three.”
Chapter 13
I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Prince August ascend into the sky. His buttercup-yellow wings reflected the setting sun, which also shaded his golden hair the same color.
A sigh slid from my lips. I hoped that our mating had protected him from Lady Gala’s enchantment and that he would be stealthy enough to steal his brothers away without her noticing.
He disappeared out of sight, leaving a massive space in my heart. I rubbed my chest and slumped onto the bed. He hadn’t been gone for thirty seconds, and I already missed him.
Tiny footsteps padded across the wooden floor, but I didn’t raise my head. The mating had been wonderful, but my muscles ached, and my head felt like it was filled with clouds. A draft swept over my skin, cooling it to its regular temperature.
McVittie jumped on the bed. “The guards buggered off half an hour ago. I take it that was when you formed a mating bond with Prince August?”
“Probably,” I replied, my heart aching for the prince. This wasn’t like me at all. Whenever Elijah visited for sex, he would leave soon afterward. I had never felt so intense back then, but then I don’t think we had ever connected at anything but the most superficial level. “Did you check on Flora?”
“They let her go as soon as they realized she was of no use to them. I followed her back to the remedial building, and she’s fine.”
My lungs let out a long, relieved breath. “Good.”
McVittie jumped down from the bed and walked to the top of the stairs. “Are you coming down?”
I pushed myself out of bed and reached for the bedside table, where I found a nightshirt made of dandelion fluff. “How’s Pokeweed?”
“Still solid, if that’s what you’re asking.”
The reminder of his fate caused my knees to weaken, and I held onto the wall for support. It wasn’t right that Pokeweed would be born cursed, live a cursed life, and die cursed. Hadn’t the poor guy suffered enough?
I glanced down at McVittie, who had also suffered a similar fate, and my heart ached.
As we descended the spiral staircase, I shouldered on the nightshirt and told McVittie what I had learned from Flora and Mr. Whittaker about life-water and the possibility that it might cure Pokeweed.
The cat clacked his jaws. “If I was a member of Queen Maeve’s court and I suspected someone had poisoned me with nightsbane, I’d drink a cup of life water each day.”
“But what if it has side effects?” I asked.
“Like what?” replied the cat.
“I don’t know… The outsiders are always talking about their medicines giving them headaches and constipation. Maybe the life-water does the same.”
McVittie snorted. “That doesn’t sound as bad as dying a painful death.”
“But what if that water can cure Pokeweed?” I asked.
The cat paused on the stairs and glanced at me over his shoulder. “What if it wakes him up, and he suffers an agonizing death?”
I bit down on my lip. Was it selfish for me to risk Pokeweed’s life with a cure that might hurt him? But if I let him slip away painlessly, then I’d have helped whoever wanted him dead.
Emotion thickened my throat, and I swallowed hard. Pokeweed had become one of my dearest friends, and after losing Sicily and Helen, I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to such a kind and gentle soul. Even if I had Prince August as a mate, my life wouldn’t be the same without Pokeweed.
We reached the level where I’d left my friend. McVittie hopped off th
e stairs, bounded across the room, and jumped on his bed. I followed after him, clutching my arms around my middle.
Pokeweed lay unmoving on a white bed of apple blossoms. A sheet covered his lower half, and his chest was bare and still obscured by a covering of thick fur. There was no movement behind his eyelids, so I couldn’t even tell if he was dreaming or completely comatose.
McVittie sniffed Pokeweed’s ear. “What’s this, then?”
A knot formed in my gut. “Has something changed?”
“He’s not sleeping as deeply as before.” The cat turned around and fixed me with accusing eyes. “This is your doing, you know.”
His words hit like a punch to the gut. McVittie would never have been able to abduct Prince August without my help, and I hadn’t thought ahead at what might happen when he didn’t turn up for breakfast. But I hadn’t been responsible for the nightsbane. That had been the work of a powerful enemy who had been waiting for his moment to strike.
I stepped back, my hand on my aching heart. “My fault?”
“Your heat,” said McVittie.
“What about it?”
“A female cat in heat will howl at the top of her voice, calling all the tomcats in the area to mate. Poor Pokeweed probably sensed your equivalent of yowling, and he’s battling through the poison to reach you.”
“I didn’t… yowl.”
McVittie tilted his little black head to the side. “Are you sure about that? The Duke of Medietas seemed pretty desperate to make your acquaintance.”
A shudder ran down my spine at the thought of Helen’s father trapping me in a room for a hard pounding. He would probably throw me into the Dark Fae Prison afterward to join his daughter.
I glanced away and coughed. “I’ll be alright as long as Prince August returns before the heat flares again.”
“Try to time things so you’re mating with him before the heat restarts. We don’t want Pokeweed waking up in agony.”
My gaze flickered to the mezzanine. “It’s out of my hands now.”
I turned back to Pokeweed, whose chest rose and fell with the barest of movements. Because of some treacherous bastard, there wouldn’t be anything left of him to bury. It would be just like Sicily, who had vanished from existence. A pang of longing pierced my heart, and I reached down to touch his furry cheek.
