Page 27 of Fae Games

As Prince Rory peppered my lips with soft, wet kisses, something heavy rolled off my lap, followed by a thud. The slumbering Prince Caulden.

“Wait.” I pulled back from the kiss. “Your brother—”

“Can take care of himself.” Prince Rory crashed his lips on mine, the force of his kiss parting my lips and lowering me to the bench.

“Mmmm…” He leaned his hot, hard body onto mine, laying me flat on the bench.

The cushioned seat swelled underneath my back, as though preparing for the oncoming movement. Prince Rory straddled my hips, his gaze locked with mine, and his eyes burned bright with desire. The slide of his fingertips up my thigh left a trail of fire on my flesh that gathered in my molten core.

“I must see all of you.” With his other hand, he eased my top button open and pressed his lips on my exposed flesh.

“Yes!” Threading my fingers in his russet hair, which felt as luxurious and silky as his brother’s, I bucked my hips against his hardness and pulled him into my chest.

Prince Rory raised his head. “You’re a female who knows what she enjoys.”

“Aren’t you the same?” I reached between our bodies and cupped a hand around his erection.

His breaths quickened, and the fingers stroking my outer thighs slid over the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh and to my wet folds. His brows rose, and a grin crossed his handsome features. “No pantalettes?”

“In my pocket.”

Prince Rory’s chuckle was low and deep and sent tingles to my aching nub. He moved further down my body and hummed with appreciation. Then he circled my clit with a finger, sending a swirl of sensations around my core.

“I have to know something.” His breath puffed against my wet folds.

“Yes?” I replied.

“You’re even wetter than the last time I tasted you. Is your heat coming?”

I shook my head. “Half-blood. Not all of us go into heat.”

“What’s going on?” Prince Caulden raised himself off the floor. His nostrils flared, and his lips paled and flattened.

My gaze dropped to Prince Rory, who was too busy kissing my exposed breasts to care that his brother had awakened from the enforced hibernation. I swallowed hard. A fight was about to break out.

I turned to Prince Caulden, meeting the cold fury in his eyes. Whatever Emporium had done to his senses remained. Fixing my gaze on his snarling lips, I murmured, “Kiss me.”

“What?” he asked.

“I need you.”

The fury on Prince Caulden’s face cleared, and he pressed his lips onto mine in a tentative kiss.

“That was nice,” I said. “May I have another?”

“Unity.” Prince Caulden placed a second kiss on my lips. “Your conduct with my brother is most unseemly.”

“Sorry,” I said, not meaning a word of my apology. “Would you like to suck my nipples?”

His face went slack, and his eyes lingered on my exposed flesh. Without a word in response, he cupped my left breast and kneaded it between his fingers. I arched into his touch with a moan, and Prince Caulden lowered his head to my chest and sucked my right nipple in his hot mouth.

“Oh… oh!” The pleasure coming at me from both ends turned my words to dust.

For the next several moments, I rocked from side to side with the wagon’s movements and from the onslaught of pleasure raining upon me from the brothers. Prince Rory lapped at my clit, his talented tongue flicking and licking without mercy. He rubbed circles over my opening, teasing me to the point where my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

“More,” I cried.

Prince Caulden took turns sucking one nipple and rolling the other between his fingers, not giving me a moment’s respite. Each swirl of his tongue sent lightning bolts of sensation down my torso that made my core twitch and spasm and yearn to be filled.