Page 3 of Fae Mates

“Unhand me,” he murmured.

“I can’t.”

“Unity!” Sicily whispered with a sob.

I continued to ignore her. There wasn’t a single guy, human, faerie, or centaur, who would turn down a chance of a blowjob, especially if his arrogant older brother wasn’t around to disapprove.

Prince Caulden’s face went slack, but he made no move to shove me away. “Why won’t you take your hands off my person?”

“Forgive me, Your Highness, but I need this.”

His pupils widened. “Explain.”

I slid my tongue over my bottom lip, and his eyes tracked the movement. A thrill of excitement gathered between my slickening folds and made the muscles of my core pulse. Sliding my palms further up those glorious, hard thighs, I said, “It’s all I’ve thought about. Worshipping that royal rod.”

“Go on.” His voice was breathy with lust.

“If you granted my request, I would take it out from your breeches. I’d wrap my fingers around it, but they wouldn’t fit all the way because you’d be so thick and juicy.”

“Yes,” he whispered.

“Your tip would glisten with royal precum, and my mouth would water.”

He leaned so close, his warm breath fanned against my skin. “Because you want to taste me?”

Swallowing hard, I squeezed my thighs together. The thought of sucking him off was becoming more appealing by the minute. “More than anything, Your Highness.”

“Then what?” he asked.

“I’d slide my tongue along your…” Lowering my gaze to the huge erection protruding through his breeches, I shook my head. “Forgive the expression, Your Highness.”

Prince Caulden’s legs parted, giving me a better view. “You may speak freely.”

Pushing my shoulders back and my breasts front, I gave my lips another lick. “I would slide my tongue over your cock-hole, trying to get out the last bit of fluid.”

His eyes closed. “You are a very naughty human.”

“Can you blame me when I’m in the presence of such masculine magnificence?” My hand slid up over his erection to the button of his breeches.

He grabbed my wrist. “Are you in any way part of a plot against the crown?”

“No, sir.” I shook my head for emphasis.

Prince Caulden moved my hand aside and released my wrist. Regret flickered across his features, and he shooed me away. As I scooted back, he gave his head a tiny shake. “For reasons I cannot fathom, I believe you.”

Sicily gasped out a relieved sob, and all the tension around my lungs loosened, allowing me to exhale a long breath. If this was a glamor, the person behind it would have let me suck that cock, only to dispel it to make a few choice taunts. Or was I underestimating the intentions of my enemy?

My gaze darted to the window, where the mountainside whizzed by in a blur of greens. This situation was getting too real.

Something cold wrapped around my wrist, making me gasp. I stared down at a bracelet made of ice.

“Your Highness?” I stared up at Prince Caulden, whose features had returned to normal.

“It’s a piece of my magic,” he said. “If you conspire with anyone against my family, I will overhear, and if you hide, I will find you.”

I tilted my head to the side. “Your Highness?”

Prince Caulden’s lips curled into a smile. “I find you amusing.”