Page 57 of How to Keep a Fae

“Nothing sweeter,” he mumbles against me.

Jayga is a skilled lover, whether his needs are urgent or not. I trust him always to care for me, nurture my healing side, and coax me togive.

Not all alphas are equal. But it has been them for so long now, I barely remember before, only that it was never this good. Perhaps the ease with which he pleasures me, the attunement between us, manifests from our love?

“Come for me, Adaline. My queen. Gift me what I need.”

My queen.I am no queen—I am nothing but a lowly feeder, but they have long called me as such. A term of endearment. An indication that, in their minds, I am the queen of their hearts.

They are the kings of mine.

His tongue swirls around my clit. His fingers slide inside me to find the entrance of my slick gland, and he pets the sensitive bundle of nerves with light, teasing strokes.

My breath stutters and my body turns rigid before climactic waves tear through me, tearing a cry from my lips and a gush of release.

He moans, sending me spinning again as he feeds upon my slick, taking the healing from my body that way because it pleases him to.

I pant. My fingers tangle in his damp hair when the sensations get too much.

Hearing August’s low chuckle, my eyes open to find him beside the nest. His left knee hits the soft mattress first.

Jayga lifts his head and shares a look with August. Then he surges upward, fists my gown at my neckline and yanks it down, exposing my breasts to his lustful gaze. He cups the nearest globe before squeezing it roughly. I whimper as the clear, sticky fluid leaks out.

“Fuck! Just look at her,” he says gruffly. “Tits all heavy and full.Are they aching, sweet queen? Do you need your mates to feed here, too? Ease the ache, hmm?”

Mates? Oh, how I wish they were my mates.

My mouth opens and closes again. But coherent words are beyond me. I can feel my breasts filling even more under his rough caress. He turns his attention to the other side, pinching my nipple savagely, and how he knows I like.

“Gods,” August mutters gruffly, eyes locked on the nipple that Jayga releases, now hard and distended. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her tits so full, nor her nipples so plump. It’s like they are encouraging us to latch and feed.”

He cups my free breast like an offering to himself. Closing his mouth over my swollen nipple and a good portion of my breast and sucks hard.

A sweet climax rips through me as I feel the rich, healing fluid release.

I’m still climaxing when Jayga closes his lips over my other breast, and the dual stimulation sends me soaring.

Two sets of fingers slide over the slick folds of my pussy before spearing deep inside, stretching me, triggering little explosions behind my eyes. I shudder and shake. Instinctively, they move to hold me still against the nest, forcing me to endure.

“More,” I beg. “Please, more!”

Their heads lift as one, and fingers slip from my pussy. August cups my cheek, turning me to face him, and closes his mouth over mine. Our tongues tangle. My whole body feels alive as electricity pulses underneath the surface of my skin.

Jayga is already making his way between my thighs again. He’s not as gentle about it this time. He closes his lips around my clit and sucks hard.

Shuddering, I rip my mouth from August’s and turn to the side, offering himmy throat.

He brushes his thumb against the pulse point. “Soon, love,” he says.

The endearment brings a familiar catch to my chest that only heightens the pleasure when Jayga eats me out. Such words are always whispered. Never loud enough to carry beyond the walls of this room. And even if it did, he would swear it was nothing more than the heat of the moment talk between a warrior and his feeder.

We all know this is so much more. The bond between us might be forbidden, yet it still grows.

“Don’t come yet,” August purrs beside my ear. “The next time you come will be around my cock.”

I pant, feverish, teetering upon the brink of such a monstrous release that I lose sight of who I am. I journey to madness—the need to obey, warring with the promise of release.

Jayga lifts his head, licking his lips.

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