Page 62 of How to Keep a Fae

“Ah, fuck yes. Fuck!” My balls ache, reaching for every drop of seed, straining to dump everything I’ve got. Pulsing with pleasure so intense that my ass spasms and my hips snap, driving her deeper against the nest.

My breathing is ragged, my cum leaking out as her hot walls quake around me.

“That’s our precious love,” August says, kissing up the side of her throat over the pulse point before squeezing her tit roughly.

“Don’t—”

Too late, her tit gushes and her pussy clamps around my dick.

I wrap my fingers around her throat and hold her still as she bucks and thrashes under me.

My heart is beating out of my damn chest. It’s only her cute growl that offers an indication that, miraculously, she hasn’t come.

“Idiot,” I grunt, my balls reaching as I hose her pussy down with a fresh batch of seed. “That was fucking close.”

August appears to have lost all possession of his wits. He surges up, his cock in hand, and lines up with her parted lips just in time to fill her mouth.

I blink the fog from my eyes, breathing heavily. We’re all fucking panting, although Adaline sounds more like a rattly purr. But his seed also seems to calm her or maybe distract her as she greedily laps where it continues to pulse from the tip.

“Good girl,” August rumbles, a note of wonder in his voice as he cups her cheek, brushing his thumb over her soft skin as she continues to lap his dick with contented abandon.

It takes an effort to drag my eyes away. This is going to be rougher on all of us than I thought. I just want to thrust… correction, pound her into next week. I don’t even care that I’m fully knotted. I would pin her down and do it anyway.

I feel like I’m on the verge of madness, a step away from imploding into dust. Sweat breaks out across my back and chest. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’ve got stronger willpower than this.

“Rut,” August says darkly, leaning back, plucking her hands away, and pinning them to the nest again.

Rut?

“Fuck!”

I take in the scene again, searching the nuances of what is happening, the sheen that glistens across the surface of herskin, like stardust… Her tits are leaking the sweet sticky milk and swollen with more. She keeps arching her back and moaning, encouraging us to feed there. Her lips move, words tumbling out low, urgent—begging. I catalog each and every sign.

She is already turning.

Rut. Heat. We are all falling together. We are all fucking close.

“I need out of her,” I mumble, half lost in a daze, sinking, feeling the instinctual side of me waking up, the alpha, the predator, the side they try to subdue using the magical binding we are all subjected to before we even mature.

I always thought the feeders were somehow blocked from mating because they were always locked away from any alphas the moment they went into heat. But now I realize it is not only them but us who must break free of the chains.

We must, too.

Gritting my teeth, I palm her hips and pull out of her soft cunt. Her pussy tries to lock on me, and a sob breaks from her chest.

“Hush, love,” August says, settling down to her left, his fingers plugging her sopping cunt the moment I leave.

Her tits jiggle as she thrusts her chest up. “Please.”

My dick is still hard as I collapse down onto her right. I don’t even try to hold back from feeding. My mouth lowers to her swollen tit, and I suckle her. The sweet taste explodes across my tongue. I feast on her flesh like a man possessed, groaning, getting my fingers up inside her next to August’s. She feels so open.

Ready to be fucked.

A glance tells me August has latched on her other side.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Her chant ends in a guttural cry.

A shower of gold dust erupts from her skin.

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