Page 7 of How to Keep a Fae

“I prefer rutting them from behind,” he says, surprising me by being this forthcoming.

“You do?” I ask.

He shrugs. “You can get deeper that way.”

Deeper? Deeper than where? I was bottoming out at a couple of points. Can’t say I’ve ever paid much attention to a fae cock—I mean, it’s not considered polite to check out another man’s junk, but now I’m curious. Do they even have a knot? I give him an up-down look. “Why would you need to go deeper? Have you got a tiny dick or something?”

“Thank you,” he says, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

I grin. “You’re welcome.”

“For reminding me that you’re an asshole, and I only sit next to you when there are no other seats,” he continues.

I chuckle—an honest-to-God chuckle. Once I start, I can’t stop. I’m on to him now. He does have a sense of humor buried under his prickly facade; it’s just very dry. “So is it?”

“Is it what?” he says, scowling and reaching for his beer again.

“Small.”

“Tiny,” he deadpans. “Most barely notice. I’ve had a few fall asleep.”

I snicker.

He cracks a smile.

I’m starting to warm to him. I get the impression he’s warming to me, too, even though the miserable bastard would never admit as much.

“What was her name, again?”

“Ha! Still not fucking telling you.”

“Fine,” he says. “Keep your secrets.”

“Good,” I say, knowing it’s riling him not knowing. “Happen, I will.”

Chapter Four

Adaline

“Adaline!” The house mistress’ hail stirs me from an erotic fantasy. I’ve been trying to read this book for several minutes… hours, and I haven’t gotten past the first page. My mind keeps drifting back to the rugged alpha with the mahogany eyes who stole my breath.

I blush and scramble up, burying my book in my nest. There’s a clench low in my womb. Excitement. My hands are shaking. Will it be him?

I haven’t seen him since. A month has passed, maybe more. Every time Denna calls my name, my heart skips a beat, followed by sharp disappointment when I discover it’s not him.

Eventually, I will see him again, won’t I?

I gulp deep breaths and pace about a bit. I should go and open the covering. It’s expected of me. It’s normal. But instead, I’m pacing back and forth, trying to calm my racing heart.

Why did I do that to him? Sink to my knees and take himinto my mouth. It’s not like fae or omegas of any kind are backward in coming forward. Just not when it comes to feeding. I don’t even know what nonsense was going on in my head.

I know how they talk about omegas of all kinds. Saying our heads are full of air, flouncing around in our silk gowns while the warriors and imperials are outside Sanctum doing dangerous quests and patrols, fighting orcs. He probably chuckled about what I did afterward or bragged about what a lusty fae he had.

Oh, now I don’t know if I want to see him ever again.

“Adaline!”

I dart for the doorway. The house mistress never hails us twice and is sure to call me into her room tomorrow to discuss why I took so long.

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