Page 77 of How to Keep a Fae

Our wildness spills over, out of the nest, and onto the bed. I’m out of it. I’ve been out of it for a while, high on fae blood and cum. I’m sitting on the damn chaise longue with my cock in my hand, watching them fuck on the enormous canopied bed.

My head rolls back; my thoughts center on the sounds they’re making, the moans and low groans, the wet sounds as they come together in a symphony of pleasure… They stop abruptly. My head rolls forward to find Adaline dropped to her knees before me.

My cock jumps. She pushes my hand away and closes her smaller one around it, directing the tip to her hot mouth. She sucks me down, watching me the whole time.

So beautiful with her mouth full of my dick.

Jayga sinks to his knees, pushing her deeper onto my cock as he slides into her from behind.

Her lips pop off. She licks down my cock and over my balls… then sinks her teeth into my groin.

“Ah fuck!” I shoot cum everywhere as she savages me with her small teeth, sucking greedily of my blood. My fingers tangle in her hair, and my head falls back again. I turn near catatonic with bliss.

My other arm lifts. I don’t know what I’m doing. Just moving on instinct.

When Jayga sinks his teeth into my wrist, I understand why.

Together, forever, all of us.

I don’t remember moving, but we are a sleepy tangle in the nest. Weak light spills through a crack in the curtain, separating it from the bedroom. Every inch of my body aches. I’m sore all over. Adaline might have been reserved about biting me before. The number of puncture wounds I can feel throbbing now reminds me of her enthusiasm after we all came here to rest.

“Fuck!”

She moves in her sleep, sinking her teeth into my throat. I’ve lost count of how often she woke me up by savaging me with her small teeth.

Jayga chuckles.Bastard.

“Come on, little savage.” He hooks an arm around her waist and pulls.

She growls.

My dick can’t decide if it has the energy to get hard again and gives a half-hearted flex.

Her heat is definitely over.

“You need to clean up. You can go at August again after, I promise.”

She relents.

Somehow, we get up, get dressed, and eat breakfast at the table in our day room. Adaline sits on Jayga’s lap, all meek and sweet and revealing nothing of the little hellion she became during her heat.

His hand settles over her belly. When I lift my eyes, I find him watching me watching him.

“Did you have any doubts?” he asks.

I shrug. My lips curl upward before turning into a grin.

“What are you two smirking at?” she demands, staring between us with a scowl.

“That’s not a smirk,” Jayga says. “That’s pure, undiluted male pride that our mate is good and bred.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Adaline

“They need me in the warrior hall…” Jayga trails off his excuse, one of many, when he sees me plant my hands on my hips. There has been a catalog of reasons why he can’t come to meet August’s mother since the invite to tea arrived this morning.

Enough is enough.

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