Page 73 of How to Keep a Fae

We could wait. Let the next one arrive naturally in its own time. It would be the polite thing to do.

But I’m not polite, and Jayga is an animal and barely civilized, so our little fae mate is all out of luck.

I want her bred, her belly plump, with one of our babes. I want a brood of them.

We are mated, but the bond is not yet complete and won’t be until she takes my blood. She has been shy about the two delicate fangs that mysteriously appeared one morning.

I’m hoping her heat will clear up her little bout of nerves.

I’m praying for it because the mere thought of her biting me, taking my blood, makes me an insane level of hard.

“August?!” Her whisper brings me into the light, out from under the dark, debauched cloud long enough to realize I have pinned her to the damnable couch and my teeth locked on her throat.

My fingers are in her hot cunt, and her blood fills my mouth. I gulp it down, feeling her trembling and quaking, her slick dripping around my fingers.

I suck hard, drawing another heady gush of her blood, and she splinters into climax, her pussy squeezing my fingers in a most arresting way.

“Starting without me then?” Jayga says casually.

I peel myself off of her and, staring Jayga in the eyes, lap her slick from my fingers.

Jayga only chuckles. He likes anything a little unhinged.

“I believe you were the one who started without me.” I indicate the couch, which I am definitely going to fuck her on at some point during her heat. “I was just admiring the new addition to our bedroom.”

“I fucking hate it,” Jayga mutters with heat before his expression turns lascivious. “But our queen is a picture on it, thoroughly ravished.”

Adaline hasn’t moved. She is clever, and even without the announcement, she would read our intentions, I’m sure. The trickle of blood sliding down her throat brings the darkness rising in me once again.

“I’d like to propose a different approach this time.”

Jayga is still an annoying bastard who talks too much. He is also loyal, a fierce, capable warrior, and has more heart and grit than anyone I know. I openly admit that I could not imagine sharing Adaline with any other man.

“Yeah?” Jayga raises a brow. “What’s that then?”

“Not edging.”

She is right there, listening to what we say. I like that, like the slight hitch in her breath as she awaits her fate.

He smirks, flashing his fangs. “The other way then.”

“What’s the other way?” Adaline whispers.

Jayga’s answer is a truly terrifying growl, one only a human alpha could deliver.

Her response is instantaneous like electricity shooting down her spine as she arches off the couch. Her legs widen, and a gush of slick pours out.

Her rich, fertile scent slams me like a hammer to the skull.

One can never forget that Jayga is also an alpha, possessive, and territorial over what he considers his. As for rutting, the male has a filthy fucking mouth and rough ways that both Adaline and I have come to crave. Seeing him with her is a pleasure unto itself. Rutting is his fucking calling or something.

I love her, but I also lovehimwith her.

“Breathtaking,” I murmur, reaching for the buckle of my light leather armor. “I believe we have our answer.”

Jayga

Frenzy.

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