Page 49 of Fae Mates

Despite the wetness of my core, this was the most intense stretch of my life. I had read in an old edition of Cosmopolitan that the clitoris wasn’t just a tiny nub but a huge organ that extended inside the body all the way down to the vagina. At that moment, with Prince August’s huge dick stretching me open, I felt every inch of that sensitive organ in the form of the most pleasant electric shocks.

“Oh!” I squeezed my eyes shut against the intense pleasure, breathing hard through my clenched teeth.

“Look at me,” he whispered.

I obeyed his command and stared into bright green eyes. Up close, They weren’t the perfect lime-green I’d originally imagined. His eyes were shamrock-green with flecks of cornflower yellow, ringed by a blue as deep as a summer’s sky. Surrounding this beautiful sight were thick, golden lashes.

The longer I stared, the more I understood the person beneath the haughty exterior. There was a rigidness to Prince August’s personality that drove him to act proper and retain a stiff upper lip even when a girl he couldn’t stand was bouncing on his dick.

He was so different from his brothers, who acted less guarded with their baser emotions, but unlike Prince Bradwell, whose heart was filled with gentlemanly compassion, Prince August had no hesitation to get down and dirty.

My core muscles fluttered around his girth, finally happy to get some much-needed attention.

Another thrust of his hips prompted me to raise mine, and I lifted myself up his shaft, reveling in the ripple of pleasure with each slow moment.

“I see why everyone considered you to be so dangerous,” he murmured.

His voice broke me out of my thoughts. “Huh?”

Prince August’s heavy-lidded gaze fixed on my lips. His were parted, flushed, and so kissable.

I leaned into him, making sure to bolt if he tried to attack. A whimper sounded in the back of Prince August’s throat, which sent a ripple of excitement racing through my core. Our noses touched first, then our lips.

His mouth molded to mine, a perfect fit that sent a wash of relief through my fevered skin. Prince August’s masculine scent engulfed my senses, and his lips caressed mine as though we had been lovers for a thousand years.

I drew back, my heart pounding so hard that I felt it deep within my core.

“Release me,” he growled.

“So, you can throw me into a dungeon?” I asked.

He leaned into me and nipped my ear, sending shivers of pleasure racing down my back. “I want to pound into you from behind.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” I murmured.

“What?”

“I’ll release your wrists—”

“And ankles—”

“Then I’ll secure one wrist to the ground,” I continued, ignoring his ridiculous suggestion.

His blond brows tightened into a scowl. “What good will that do?”

I slid a hand over his stubbled cheek. “You’re not thinking this through. Guess who’ll be on her hands and knees underneath you?”

“Do it,” he growled.

I scrambled off his lap, crawled behind him on the mattress, released his wrists, and waited out of reach. Maybe it was the promise of getting to fuck me from behind, but Prince August didn’t lurch at me or snap his teeth. Instead, he rose from the bed and crawled into position and let me secure his left wrist on the wooden floor.

“Kneel in front of me,” he said. “I want to see your wings up close.”

A shiver of excitement fizzled down my spine and settled between my folds. Somehow, I didn’t think he was referring to the wings on my back.

Nibbling my bottom lip between my lips, I knelt in front of Prince August and spread my legs. A thick finger brushed against my folds, making them flutter.

He chuckled. “I wonder if those pretty little things can fly.”