Page 58 of How to Keep a Fae

“Oh, don’t stop!” I blink my eyes open to find the two men sharing a satisfied look.

Jayga smirks. “She tastes fucking good,” he rumbles. “Fuck her already. She’s desperate. Hurting for it. Time to give our sweet queen what she needs.”

August rises, gripping the gaping neck of my gown and rendering it clean in two, leaving me in a puddle of ruined silk. His expression is dark and possessive.

A look mirrored in Jayga’s face as he makes space for August to kneel between my spread legs.

Jayga

August tumbles her onto her hands and knees. This is his preferred way to fuck her. One that he says allows him to go extra deep. Fucking Adaline is our new favorite topic when we are not here with her, so it is a subject covered often during the mundane parts of our patrols when we are not engaged in battle.

At least, it was until he went away. Then everything changed.

I’m a rough bastard. A nobody before a fae scout plucked me from the streets of Bleakness, seeing the signs of an alpha in my skinny ass. I’m still nothing. A blunt tool in their war machine, not fit to lick the ground where a pretty fae like Adaline walks. Yet here I am, gifted the pleasure of her body because that is the way things work within Sanctum.

My injury is already mostly healed. I could stop now. I don’t need anything more from her, yet I’ll take any scrap she offers, unworthy as I am.

Only she doesn’t offer me scraps. She never has. Not once. When she looks at me, it is like she is looking upon a king. Adaline is as sweet and giving of her healing and body as she is of her heart. I fell in love with her the first day we met. Remember her looking up at me, all shy and curious. I’m a big alpha all over, and her eyes bounced up and down as I stripped out of my armor and fisted my dick. I’d been injured in a skirmish. Nothing too significant, but they still encouraged us to take healing with an omega. It wasn’t long before she forgot all about being shy and was gripping my hair as she rode my face while I ate her cunt out.

Back then, I thought bedding a feeder was the ultimate perk. Later, I realized it was a form of control, reminding us of what was at stake if we failed or abandoned our post, as somealphas did. How these sweet, playful, loving omegas would become prisoners of orcs.

It kept me focused.

It was months before I got another chance to be with her. They liked to allocate us to different omegas lest we form attachments. That second time, though, it was like a blow to the skull. All the things I’d convinced myself I didn’t feel slamming into me. Sweet and adorable, but with a side serve of mischief that I had by then come to realize was part of fae and omega nature. Yet, it was different with her and only her. The spark in her eyes and her little gasp when she saw it was me allocated to her, the tremble in her hands as she rushed to me echoed of my own.

Forbidden.

Unsanctioned.

Feeders and warriors were not supposed to fall in love.

It took a while before I realized that they definitely did. Warriors talked among themselves, commiserated, and even bonded over their shared source of lust or love.

I didn’t. When I found out August had his eye on Adaline, I wanted to rip the fucker apart.

We’ve come a long way since then.

And I’m all-fucking-in.

The words he spoke to me before today’s battle offered hope, even if I still had reservations about my human side, and worse after discovering that August was an imperial. If I mated Adaline and died at the end of my human lifespan, what might it do to her?

The words he whispered to me after the battle as I helped him onto his horse ended those concerns and opened a door.

Cecil was a wily bastard, and I’m confident he does his best to help us and ensure we get the woman we love in all ways butone. The truth is, we’re greedy bastards, and we want so much more.

I share a look with August.

His eyes widen before his brows draw together like he senses where my head is at.

He said we needed to talk more about it. To plan how and when we forced her heat.

I’m so done with talking.

Adaline is on her hands and knees. August is kneeling behind her, cock bobbing. He has injuries too. His ribs are cracked and the bruising around them turning black; he hasn’t taken much healing from her yet and the pain will keep him on edge. I lean forward, putting my rough hands on her soft ass, squeezing the globes before pulling them apart and up, exposing the slick treasure of her cunt.

“Go ahead,” I say thickly. I like to do this, hold her open as August slides his dick in. Watching her pink gash swallow his thick cock is a pleasure unto itself.

His gaze is probing—I do my best to keep my expression neutral—and soon enough, his eyes lower to her pretty pink pussy. He lines up, his hand shaking where he holds his cock, and pushes in. He uses his other thumb to better open her cunt, giving me the perfect view of his penetration.

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