Page 59 of How to Keep a Fae

“Slowly,” I urge. Our sweet fae is trembling and trying to push back to get his dick, but I hold her still. This is my favorite part. I don’t care if he’s still bleeding; I want to see him bottom out.

He groans lowly, stopping before he gets all the way in and sliding out a small way. His dick glistens with her juices before he pushes back in, this time not stopping until every inch of him is buried between her pussy lips.

He stills, breath sawing, his thumb and fingers turning her flesh white where he holds her openand impaled.

My palms turn sweaty against her ass. My cock is pulsing. I know how good it feels inside her—I’ll be experiencing it for myself just as soon as he’s done.

She whimpers.

“Hush, love,” I say. My dick is dripping pre-cum all over the nest, but I do my best to ignore it. This is hard for her, holding him inside like this, him not moving, thick and throbbing, stretching her tight pussy out. She’ll start fretting soon, begging soon after, demanding next that he pounds her how she needs.

“Can you come like this?” I ask. “I love the feeling after you filled her up.”

“You’re a fucking test,” he grunts, his eyes bouncing between her stuffed cunt and glaring at me.

He knows what I’m up to, but he’s wounded and mentally weak now he’s balls deep. I’m an ass at times, but fuck it, sometimes you need to push your best friend to do what’s right.

“Please,” I say, not above begging. “Just let yourself come like this. Let go. Fill her all up how she needs. I know you’re close. Rock your hips a bit.”

“Oh, please move!” she urges.

I tighten my hold on her ass when I feel her twitch.

“Fuck!” he grunts. “She is gripping the shit out of my dick.”

“She’s close,” I say. “Remember what you said? You know it feels good when you come like this—holding her open. Making her take your hardness in her sweet cunt. I want to see your cum dripping out around your dick. If you’re careful, she won’t come.”

“Jayga!” she growls.

August curses. My dirty talk is on point, even if I do say so myself. I ignore them. I’m on a fucking mission and got my eye on the prize.

He’s shaking. We’re both shaking. The little fae ismumbling nonsense into the bed and twitching like a flagpole in a storm.

His cock flexes inside her, and he suddenly exhales with a loud groan.

“Oh, please!” she wails.

“Fuck yeah,” I growl, nostrils flared with satisfaction that he’s filling her all up. That he, likewise, has finally got his eye on the prize.

Adaline. Ours. Claimed. Bred.

Mated for life.

Bound to us and only us.

She didn’t come, and if her hissing is any indication, she’s not happy about it.

Good. As the saying goes, sometimes you need to break a few eggs to make an omelet.

Actually, I’m not sure that’s the best metaphor in this situation, but whatever. I massage her ass carefully as his cum begins to drip onto her nice clean nest. It’s a filthy, compelling sight, and I can’t wait to have my turn. But I don’t want her to get off and waste the good work he just put in. Edging a fairy is tricky business. They come easily, especially Adaline. There have been times when I’ve looked at her with enough intent that she has climaxed without even a touch.

But we’re determined. Well, I’m determined enough for the three of us, and August, who is naturally more cautious, is catching up fast. I took a blade to my gut. No one will come for a long time. It would take days of fucking another feeder to heal me. With Adaline, the bleeding has already stopped leaving a tolerable ache. I don’t care if they whip me for what I’m about to do. I know August doesn’t care about that either. They won’t kill us. We’re too useful. He’s a fucking imperial, after all. And once the bond is in place, they won’t take her from us.

We are in deep.

Committed to the cause.

If we want to claim Adaline, if we want to keep our fae, we must force her heat.

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