Page 66 of How to Keep a Fae

His hands are on her breasts, squeezing them, the clear fluid leaking out. Her cunt is slick and warm around me.So tight.Our knots are rubbing together.

We need to get them inside.

Our eyes meet over her head. She is near insensible, mumbling nonsense, begging us to take her deeper, to knot her, to give her what she needs. I can no more ignore her call than the need for air in my lungs.

We gather her between us, holding her, and thrust up as we bear her down.

Adaline

I’m floating. Floating in and out of my body. I don’t exist as an entity anymore. Now, I am a million sparks of light. My body shimmers. I can see through my fingers.

It ought to scare me. But it does not.

The only place I feel real is where they impale me, where they touch me, where their hands or lips are pressed against me—those places are real. The rest of me is nothing but fae dust.

“Take us, our queen,” Jayga growls.

They push upward. I’m borne downward. The most delectable stretch follows that sets nerves the length of my channel into a frenzy.

My squeal of rapture bounces off the walls of my small chamber.

I feel the climax low in my belly and deeper in my womb.

The world expands and contracts and then expands again.

I explode into sparkling dots and then reform again between them, whole.

Only now they are knotted, both inside me.

Twin sets of fangs prick my throat, sinking into my flesh, the sharp pain is followed by the abject bliss as they greedily gulp my blood.

I feel it leaving me. The rush sparks another heady climax.

My whole body convulses—the passage of blood from me to them. The feeling of them inside me deeply, so deeply, is one of utter bliss. My beating heart slows as they drink yet more blood.

Hearts. Theirs. Mine. Three, beating in tandem. As one.

A sweet sensation blooms my chest like a loving caress, fluttering and awakening.

Peace.

A sense of love.

The bonding. The mating.

The rush of euphoria.

Forever bonded.

My mates.

Chapter Twenty

Adaline

My heat is over. What’s done is done. I feel them inside me. In my heart. A little golden thread that binds us all together. It hums with contentment.

Their presence calms me. Lying here between them, facing August, with Jayga behind, I know everything has changed. Jayga purrs lightly, even in his sleep. It is the sweetest sound.

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