Page 52 of Fae Trials

“That’s right,” said Mistress Ellyllon with a helpful smile. She turned to me. “Unity, since you’re fated to all four of the princes, you’ll have to participate in this extra challenge four times.”

I clenched my teeth and snarled under my breath. Why hadn’t I seen that coming? Judging by the horrified expressions of all the girls’ faces, this looked like a round where I had the advantage.

Chapter 15

Without a word, Mistress Ellyllon strode out of the dining hall, leaving me with four scandalized fae noblewomen and four horny princes. I caught sight of Prince Rory’s lips twisting into a rictus of disgust and recalculated my tally of horny princes to three. Something must have happened between him and Lady Gala because her cold eyes fixed on his crotch with the cruelest of smiles.

Prince August rubbed his hands, letting his gaze rove up and down Lady Aster’s curvaceous form. “Would you care to join me in my room for a glass of hibiscus nectar?”

Lady Aster’s cheeks darkened to the same shade of crimson as her hair. “August, I…” She clapped her hands over said cheeks. “It’s too soon!”

“Nonsense, my dear.” He stepped across to the circle of tables with his arm outstretched like a gentleman. “We’ll just sit together, enjoy the sunrise, and sip sundrop wine.”

I rolled my eyes. The only thing that faerie girl would be sipping was cum from the prince’s royal dick.

With a terrified squeal, Lady Aster dashed around the back of the dining tables and sprinted toward the door. Ladies Salix and Gazania’s gazes darted after their companion, looking like they also wanted to escape.

I shook my head. They could set a girl up for a public cock-sucking, but they were too chicken-shit to do it in private with their supposed fated mates.

“Good night.” Lady Gala stuck her nose in the air. “No contestant will be required to demean herself at such short notice.”

“Fine,” Prince August growled, turning his gaze to me.

I reared back and bared my teeth in a silent snarl. A minute ago, he called me a disgusting creature and wanted me thrown out of the trial. What was I, some kind of consolation prize?

Lady Gala stalked across the fire pit, wrapped a hand around my wrist, and yanked me toward the double doors. “That includes all contestants!”

Prince August chuckled, but there was no mirth in his laugh. “Anyone who wishes to win the trial will perform her duty to our satisfaction.”

The furious female faeries stormed out of the dining hall and down the hallway in silence. A combination of anger and magic must have powered their steps because I had to jog to keep up.

It also didn’t help that the black cloak trailed to the floor and kept making me stumble. When we passed the royal portrait, the girls didn’t pause to sigh. I guess things just got real.

Lady Gazania flung the door open, letting in a gust of jasmine-scented air.

Outside, the crescent moon shone down from an indigo sky. It was tinted orange by the first signs of sunlight, which peeked through the mountain and set the horizon on fire. Stepping out into the courtyard, I glanced over my shoulder for signs of the princes, but the door clicked shut.

I turned around to find all four of the Fated staring at me with glowers heated enough to make my skin burn.

“This is your fault,” Lady Gazania snapped. The dark-skinned faerie’s hair blazed like the flames of an angry drake. “If you had kept your filthy mouth to yourself, the headmistress wouldn’t have forced us ladies to perform something so degrading!”

“Really?” I folded my arms across my chest and let my gaze wander toward the stables. How on earth was I going to get away with them itching to shoot another arrow between my wings? “Whose idea was it to set up a charade of a romantic liaison with an imaginary boyfriend who came to my rescue?”

“It certainly wasn’t mine!” Lady Gazania shot Ladies Aster and Gala venomous looks.

“You seemed happy enough to see me humiliated,” I said.

Lady Salix moaned, her green hair falling over her face. “Poor Prince Caulden! I heard a girl can suck out a faerie’s magic performing that kind of activity. He’s going to spend on my face and ruin my perfect skin.”

I curled my lip. Caulden was the asshole who demanded blowjobs all round for him and his brothers. “Is that why you applauded when Elijah jizzed in my face?”

“Fool,” Lady Gala snarled. “If that worthless halfling had deflowered you, it would have solved everyone’s problem. But because you’re so depraved and agreed to such a wanton act, you’ve condemned us all.”

“What will my mother say?” Lady Salix’s voice shook.

Lady Gazania whirled on Lady Gala and yelped, “My father will disown me if he hears of me degrading myself like this!”

I strolled backward across the courtyard, not daring to turn my back on these murderous creatures. Fuck those bitches. How dare they make this my fault? As soon as my back hit the remedial building’s wall, I groped around and turned the door handle.