Page 28 of How to Keep a Fae

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

The filthy wet sounds, coupled with her tight, gripping ass, have me hanging on the brink. Gods, she was made for this, for pleasure, and for us.

My climax is bearing down on me, and there is no way to stave itoff.

“Come, now,” I growl. “Come all over our cocks.”

She does, a squeal tearing from her lips as her ass flutters over me before falling into sweet, blissful waves that compel the seed from my balls. My ass tightens, and my mind empties to everything but the boiling pleasure of filling her all up. Jayga growls, Adaline moans, and she suddenly becomes extra tight.

I suck in a deep breath. My arm is shaking where I brace myself. I need to pull out before I crush her.

“Have you knotted her ass?” Jayga asks.

The fuck?! “No.”

She whimpers.

“Hush, love,” I say, drawing her hair back and kissing her shoulder. I’m going to pull out slowly.”

I do. Watching my dick slide out of her tightly puckered hole just makes me want to thrust again. Somehow, I find the presence of mind not to. She might be fae, but she has got to be sore. Also, Jayga has definitely knotted her, and that’s a lot for her to take while I’m in her ass…don’t think about it!

I stagger to the bathroom, clean up, and take a cloth back to clean her, too.

He’s petting her silky hair, and she looks all snuggly against him, and I envy him his knot that keeps them close.

“Do you have a knot, then?” Jayga asks… because he’s a nosy bastard.

“Jayga!” Adaline whispers agast.

“Not like an alpha, no,” I grit out, collapsing on the nest beside them. “I am a pureblood fae. I just have a really big dick.”

He chuckles, probably thinking about the time he asked me if it was tiny.

And it’s not the whole truth. Just like fae omegas have subtle differences from human ones, fae alphas havedifferences, too. We have a knot, but it doesn’t form unless we’re with an omega in heat—something I will likely never experience.

“That’s a shame,” he says.

Asshole!

“It’s really not!” Adaline mumbles against his chest. “I don’t think I’d have survived that if he did.”

Chapter Ten

August

It has been a while since I spoke to my mother and saw my siblings, at least those still at home. Two of my younger brothers are warriors like me, and I cross paths with them from time to time in the warriors’ hall. They seem happy with their lot, as I was before I met Adaline.

Before I realized I wanted something more.

A squeal greets my arrival as two of my youngest sisters run over, demanding I pick them up. With one in each arm and my five-year-old brother clinging to the leg of my pants, I enter the lounge.

My mother has a nice home now, so different from what I remember growing up in the breeder hall, and where our private quarters were small. There was a spacious day room where the breeders and their children spent much of their time. Private quarters were considered a luxury we did not need.

There was a lot of love, but not the strong sense of a family unit I feel now whenever I visit her.

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