Page 25 of How to Keep a Fae

“I fucking know she can,” he says, eyes a little unfocused before they swing back to the bed.

“Have you?” I ask, trying to temper the burn of jealousy. She told me no one else had taken her there, and I believed her, but time has passed since then…

“No.” He shakes his head. “But look at her.”

I do. Her jaw hangs slack. She’s panting. Her breasts areleaking, and her pussy is so fucking wet. But her eyes tell the whole story. They gleam with a desperate kind of hunger.

He is so right.

“Aye, look at her. Look at our queen.” A dark smirk blooms on Jayga’s lips. “She wants it. Needs it. It’s time to make a fairy sandwich,” he says.

Jayga

August swallows thickly. There is a pregnant pause. Adaline darts for the other side of her nest as if she might hide from us—as if she can escape this.

I snag her ankle and drag her back into the center of the nest. “Settle down, little feeder. You’re panting and dripping slick all over the place. Don’t pretend you don’t want this.”

“I’m not pretending!” She bats my hand away. It doesn’t help. I drop some of my weight on her, pinning her to the nest. “I —oh.” Her breath leaves her in a rush as I close my lips over her perky tit and suckle the sweet, healing milk up.

Her fingers fist my hair, holding me to her, forgetting about her bullshit protests. I damn near came on the spot when August said what he wanted to pop her back cherry. I always suspected he was a filthy bastard, but now I know. And I’m here for it. If he needs someone to get him there, to encourage him, I’m the man for the job.

I’ve never shared a woman like this. I’ve seen warriors do all kinds of debauched things in the hall. A new batch of warriors rises through the ranks every month, and it can get rowdy during the celebrations.

I used to take part in it; I looked forward to it. But that was before Adaline… Now, if she’d ever snuck into the hall, I’d have been on her in a flash. But she didn’t. And I’m glad she didn’t know because this feels so much better here, between the three of us.

It feels right.

The nest dips as August slides in on her other side. His head lowers. A hot rush sweeps through my body. Both of us are feeding at the same time. My lips pop off. I watch him, waiting for the raging jealousy I ought to feel.

There is none. It just looks fucking hot. Like that’s where he was meant to be.

“I want to watch you finger her,” I say.

His head lifts, and his lips pop off, leaving her wet, perky nipple. He holds my gaze.

“What? No!” Adaline splutters

August’s eyes narrow as he glances down her body. “You mean her ass?”

“Yes,” I say. “Exactly that. I’ve never touched her there—didn’t know she liked it.”

He smirks. He’s not one for smirking, and it has a sinister edge.

There’s a little fae between us, stammering protests. I cup her cheek. “Hush, love. He’s already admitted that he’s done this before. How he has pushed two fingers all up inside you. Said you went off like a firecracker. Did he lie about that?” I narrow my eyes. “You can bet I’ll be putting a thumping on him if he did.”

She shakes her head frantically. Her cheeks are bright pink, and her eyes swing between August and I restlessly.

“There can be no lies between us,” I say. “That would be unacceptable. Now, tell me. In your own words. How does it feel when August pets you there? Gets his fingers all up inside your naughty little bottom hole while he’s rutting you?”

“I... It...” Her gaze slides to August before slamming back to meet mine.

“Does it feel good?” I prompt.

She nods.

“How good?”

“It feels…. It feels a tingly kind of good,” she says in a rush. “And I came very hard.”

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