Page 75 of How to Keep a Fae

Smack.

The deep, pounding rhythm is as much part of my fae warrior as his air of deadly grace.

No sooner is he done than Jayga is there, filling me, fucking me, and sending me tumbling again.

I lose my mind as I stare into his dark, mesmerizing eyes. There is no gentleness in him or his expression—he is cold, hard, and determined.

Looking at him makes me wet and hot.

A sharp cry escapes my lips as he knots me for the second time.

He holds me there, a hot flood filling me. Making me take all his cum—making me endure as my pussy sparks and spasms without beginning or end.

He growls. The sound is so deep and deadly that my body tries to bow.

August is there in an instant, capturing my wrists and pinning them to the nest above my head.

The growl shifts through a myriad of tones that shoot lust and a firestorm through my veins. My breasts weep, and my clit throbs. His cock flexes inside me, gushing ever more cum.

I purr, a helpless omega seeking to soothe her dominant mates.

Jayga smirks, flashing fangs.

“Oh god.”

He pulls out.

August is on me. Fisting my hair, he forces my face into the soft nest as he feeds his cock into my slick-coated pussy.

I groan, feeling how easily he sinks in until he fills me up.

My inner muscles flutter wildly around him. He parts his knees, stretching me open.

“Oh god!”

His big hand collars my throat. His other arm circles my waist.

There he fucks me once again.

Nonsense pours from my lips as I hang like a rag-doll, used for his pleasure. I step outside of myself, looking down upon the tiny fae being rutted by the dark-haired fae while a human alpha kneels close, stroking his cock and thick knot, waiting his next turn.

I slam back into my body with the next shattering climax.

August doesn’t stop.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

I’m so slick.

“Oh god, I’m going to come again!”

Fingers tighten over my throat, squeezing. Dots swim before my eyes.

I’m on my back again, and Jayga is taking me now.

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