Page 72 of How to Keep a Fae

He picks me up and drops my bottom onto the soft, plush chaise longue. A wicked glint enters his eyes as he thrusts my skirts up, buries his nose against my crotch, and breathes.

“Gods, you smell good,” he says. “Good enough to eat.” My panties are no more than tatters in his hand. He opens my legs wider, yanks me to the edge of the seat, and feasts.

“Oh, oh!” My fingers are in his hair, gripping it, pulling him closer, trying to thrust him away.

He never eases me into pleasure the way August does. Jayga slams me with it. He lavishes me with his tongue before he closes his lips around my clit and sucks hard.

I jerk. Pleasure explodes, and a gush of slick floods out.

He growls approvingly and laps it up.

“Um! Please!” I tighten my fingers in his hair, trying to wrest him from his prize when he looks like he’s going for round two. I need a moment…

He lifts his head, plucks my fingers from his hair, and bestows me the most devastating smile. “You make a tasty little snack,” he says, eyes lowering. “You made a little mess. Next time, I’ll do it naked. I want the little mess all over this fucking couch.”

“Chaise longue,” I correct. And then I bite my lip because his fashion is wondrous.

“Starting dinner early?” August says as he strides casually into the room.

Jayga turns. “She was taunting me.”

“She only has to breathe, and it taunts you,” August replies. “You are a basic male at best.”

“Thanks,” Jayga says, smirking as he rises, offering me a flash of his fangs. “I appreciate the compliment.”

I reach to push my skirt down but freeze when Jayga pins me with a sharp look. “Leave it there.”

August’s lips twitch when I do as I’m told.

Here I sit like a good little fae feeder, with my skirt up and pussy on display. The little scrap of ruined panties lies on the floor nearby.

August takes all this in with cool calculation.

“I feel overdressed,” Jayga says, leaving me there. He heads for the closet, where the sounds of his undressing ensue.

“So the couch came, did it?” August says casually as he approaches me, coming to a stop a pace away. His eyes trail a loving path down my body to my wet pussy.

“It’s beautiful,” I say, a note of challenge in my voice.

“Hmm,” he says. “It does present a captivating view with you spread over it.”

Goodness. I should be used to this by now, used to him, but I still feel heat flood my cheeks.

His eyes slide to the right to the nesting chamber I have just made up before returning to me. “Is it ready?”

I nod. Jayga has left me well primed, and I tingle with anticipation.

“Good,” he says. “We have a little time before my father is due to take us on a quest.”

I suck a slow breath in, feeling the quickening of my heartbeat. I know what they want to do to me and what they plan, for they have often told me in explicit detail what they both want and need.

Me, bred. My belly plump with child. Only they are not prepared to wait for my heat to come naturally.

No, they want to force my heat.

August

Barely a month has passed since her heat.

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