Page 24 of How to Keep a Fae

August lifts his lips first. His fingers spear my hair, and he kisses me deeply. His tongue plunges into my mouth. I taste my blood and desperation on his lips.

Jayga rumbles a purr behind me. His lips slide up my throat before he nips my earlobe. And then he trails his tongue all the way to the pointed tip and nips there, too.

I shiver. My ears are impossibly sensitive, particularly the tip, and it shoots arousal straight to my core. Keeping one arm wrapped around August’s neck, I reach to cup the side of Jayga’s jaw. “Please.” I need them inside me—right now.

“Let’s strip our little queen down,” Jayga rumbles against my throat.

August tears his lips from mine. “Good idea,” he says.

He lowers me to my feet, trapped between towering walls of hot male flesh. I’m dripping with arousal. My life experiences have nothing to compare to this, but I know this is about to rock my world.

August makes quick work of the belt at my waist. It drops to the floor with a clatter. Jayga drags my gown over my head, and tosses it to the floor.

August slides his fingers into the sides of my panties and pushes them over my hips. They whisper down my legs and pool at my feet. “I need inside her.”

“Me too,” Jayga says. Scooping me up into his arms, he drops me in the center of the nest.

I land against the softness, quickly pushing my hair from my face and sitting up.

They stand side-by-side before my nest. Their flesh is littered with healing bruises, but I sense the worst of their injuries are gone after taking my blood.

They tug the drawstrings holding their pants, and the material drops to their feet. They step out. Jayga smirks at me andfists his cock. He strokes it roughly. When my eyes dart to August, I find his expression no less intense.

They share a look. Jayga nods.

What was that about?

August

I’m poised to combust as I stare down at the sweet omega in her nest. Her cheeks are pink, and her hot, aroused scent permeates the air. Our fae feeder is dripping, an unmistakable glisten coating the tops of her thighs.

I don’t know exactly what Cecil said to put that look on Denna’s face. And I don’t care to be blunt. He made this happen for us. I’m not going to waste the opportunity before me. We will be allocated to Adaline as often as possible. I’ll take every shared moment with her and be grateful for its blessing. The life of a warrior can be brutal. It can also be short. But we have something to come home to. A reason to survive. A reason to lift our swords another day.

The conversation during a patrol about a warrior who took himself a mate has been playing on my mind constantly, although it offered no solution to the dilemma of two men circling the same fae.

No longer circling now that both of us are here with the woman we want.

It presents an opportunity. Not this time because neither Jayga nor I are clear-headed enough to be doing anything about claiming her, and nor have we planned and discussed how we might even go about it, which we definitely need to do. But for tomorrow, for another time, because Cecil has indicated they will likewise come.

The heady anticipation of finally claiming her at some elusive point in the future, of turning our little feeder into a breeder, for us and only us, sends arousal pounding the likes of which I have never known before.

I’m still pissed at Jayga. He’s an asshole sometimes—most of the time. I’m far from blameless in this, though. A bond has been forming between us over many months, but today, a different bond takes its place.

I’ve watched other warriors share women. When there’s a celebration in the warrior hall, it can turn downright sinful as breeders, feeders—and even imperial fae—sneak in and join the revelry.

But I’ve never donethis. Two men and one woman, alone, sharing the intimate setting of a nest.

“There’s something I’ve always wanted to try” —the words tumble out of my mouth without any intervention of my brain— “with Adaline. I believe this would be the perfect time.”

Her eyes bounce between the two of us.

Jayga turns to face me. “Yeah? What’s that, then?”

“Both of us. Together. You in her pussy… me in her ass.”

I ignore her little gasp, as does Jayga, his eyes stay locked on mine.

“I touch her there on occasion while I’m fucking her. She can take two fingers.” It’s not easy, but she does take them. “She comes very powerfully. I think she can take this.”

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