Page 7 of Fae Mates

Prince Rory swaggered in. “We’re here to give you exactly what you need.”

“In as many holes as you desire,” added Prince Bradwell with a wink.

Even though this was a glamor, the memory of his betrayal still hurt like a shard of ice through the heart.

“Get back on the bed, Unity,” said Prince August in his most commanding voice.

I shook my head. “This isn’t going to work.”

A heartbeat later, four warm bodies surrounded mine, and an unclothed erection rubbed against my ass. I turned around and locked eyes with Prince Rory, whose lips crashed on mine. All thoughts to escape melted under the heat of four large males surrounding my naked body.

“Alright,” I lied. “Let’s do it under the stars.”

With a click of Prince Caulden’s fingers, the ceiling disappeared, revealing a cloudless sky that filled the room with starlight.

“Better?” he drawled.

“One more thing,” I said, trying to keep the shake out of my voice. Someone had tapped into my deepest desires and fabricated this fantasy. I couldn’t afford to overthink in case they were listening in and countered what I was about to do next.

“Anything you desire.” Prince Rory’s hand snaked around my waist.

“Alright.” I licked my lips. “All four of you line up. I want to admire your masculine beauty before the fuck-fest.”

The brothers chuckled and formed a line. Prince August at one end, then Prince Rory, then Prince Caulden, and Prince Bradwell. An ache formed in my chest. Each brother was as handsome as the other, but if I didn’t put an end to this farce, all I would have left was a dream.

The ache spread to the back of my throat, making my voice hoarse. “Thank you. This sight will keep me going in the struggle ahead.”

Before anyone could ask what I meant, I fell backward out of the window.

Prince Caulden rushed forward. “Unity!”

As I plummeted through the air, I noticed two things. First, not one of the brothers flew down to catch me as I fell, and second, the stillness of the air. Maybe the lack of wind battering at my skin was a numbness brought on by my impending death. I wasn’t sure. It didn’t stop my stomach from lurching with terror.

But in every dream of falling, I always awoke before I hit the ground.

Until now.

Darkness covered me like a shroud, and the most incredible pain radiated up and down my spine. When I forced my eyes open, Pokeweed stared back at me.

“Unity.” His black eyes shone with unshed tears. “You’re awake!”

“How long have I been unconscious?” I rasped.

“Three months.”

Chapter 3

I jolted up from the bed, and pain exploded across my spine and ran along each rib. Wincing, I cried out, “Three months?”

“Careful.” Pokeweed placed a hand on my shoulder and eased me back down onto the bed. “You’re still injured.”

“What happened?” I sank into the mattress.

I glanced at my surroundings and inhaled the faint scent of crisp apples. Curved, whitewashed walls created a cocoon-like room with an arched opening into a mezzanine. From the shaft of light shining down beyond the doorway, I guessed this was one of the levels of Pokeweed’s treehouse.

Pokeweed placed a cool cloth on my head, which melted away all the tension in my shoulders. “McVittie called me over to say you were under attack, when I arrived, someone left you for dead outside the treehouse with traces of Winter Court magic.”

“Lady Gala,” I said through clenched teeth.