Page 18 of Masked Fate

“Which queen?” Rave replies, studying me.

“There’s only one queen I care about,” I reply, taking a long sip of the ice-cold ale.

“Mmm,” Rave replies, then curses under his breath. I follow his line of sight to see Astrid and Pandora doing shots together, looking on the way to getting wasted. Astrid hugs the witch, her body shaking as she laughs at something. Rave puts his drink on the table behind us, and I know he’ll stay sober now to watch over them.

“How much trouble could they get into?” I ask, arching my brow. “We have the royal guard surrounding the perimeters. They will be fine.”

“Can never be too careful, even with how powerful they bothare.”

“Soren, come dance with me!” a blonde yells out as she calls me over with a wave.

Grinning, I leave the king to his responsibilities and go to enjoy mine.

Someone has to be the life of the party.

***

Hours later, I’m about to move the fun to my bedroom. I’m looking around for that mousy-haired fae when Astrid grabs my arm, losing her balance and laughing. The witch is on her other arm, also looking a little worse for wear.

“I hope Rave uses his shadows on me tonight. Have you ever been touchedeverywhere? Like restrained by fucking darkness?” she asks Pandora, giggling.

The witch, who hasn’t even noticed me yet, sighs heavily. “No, because I haven’t slept with a shadow daddy, Astrid. You know this. I’ve only slept with August, and that was one time.” She pauses and then adds, “But you know what they say?”

My eyebrows rise at that bit of information.

She’s only fucked August?

With the way she carries herself, I definitely assumed she had more experience than that.

“What do they say?” Astrid asks, looking up at me as if only just realizing I’m there. A strange look crosses her face.

“They say no one fucks like a warrior,” Pandora all but shouts. She stumbles a little, but Astrid has her. “And I think it’s true… but I might need to sleep with another one to make sure.”

Astrid taps my arm. “What about Soren here? We all know he has more experience than anyone.”

Pandora looks over at me, eyes rounding. “I’m not ready for a hate fuck.”

Instead of laughing, Astrid’s hazel eyes flash with something.Sadness? “He doesn’t hate you. Do you, Soren? The Soren I know is different to the one he shows you.”

Fuck.

Where’s Rave? He needs to come and save me from this right-fucking-now.

My jaw tightens when I see Cove leaving with the fae who got on her knees for me, but I let it go when I remind myself it is his birthday.

That can be my gift to him.

“Oh, he definitely hates me. I’m paying for my mother’s sins. But it’s okay. I can find someone else to have drunk sex with. Where’s August? If I fuck him again, my number won’t go up, though.”

Astrid nods her head as if impressed with Pandora’s girl math. “That’s actually a good idea. I saw August’s cock once when I zipped in on him fucking some woman from behind.” She lowers her voice and says something I can’t hear, and the witch snickers. “I saw a bit of Soren’s on Beltane,” she continues, grinning at me.

My eyes widen, wondering why my cock and I are being dragged into their crazy drunk conversation.

Where is Rave?

“But that was before he got it pierced. Did you hear about that?” she asks Pandora, who shakes her head, blinking furiously. “Rave went with him. What a cute fae-mance those two have going on.”

Both queens look down at my trousers. “Can I see it?” the witch asks, innocent curiosity in her tone. Her pink tongue flickers over her plump lower lip. My dick instantly hardens, and their eyes go wide.

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