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Fleur enjoys many males, but claims none of them. Her brother does something similar with his lovers. I’m curious why the prince and princess of the Summer Court, both gorgeous creatures, refuse to settle down or grace the fae world with their young. The fae are all about power, and the Summer siblings are some of the most powerful fae in the lands. Or so I’ve heard.
“The male I take would have to want me for me and not for breeding, for I’m barren, you see.”
My hand flies to my mouth. “Please forgive me for asking.”
She smiles. “Of course. It’s fine, and a conversation I’m happy to have with friends. But”—she lifts her manicured finger—“some other time when we can afford to be all sad and gloomy over my misfortune. Now, you have a nest to make, and I want to help you decorate this glorious space.”
“Can’t I nest next summer?” I whine.
Fleur giggles and makes me feel like less of a jerk for asking her about taking a male.
“Hold on. You’re the Summer princess?” Seith points at Fleur.
“At your service, lycan,” she purrs.
“The moon is full tomorrow.” Seith walks up to me, appearing unfazed that Fleur is purring at him. He takes my hand in his. “Marybell and I are grateful for the nesting supplies. We don’t have much up here in terms of fancy stuff, so your thoughtfulness is most appreciated.”
Fleur fakes a faint and collapse to the floor. “I might really have to steal him, Marybell.”
“I’ll sell him,” I joke back.
She sits back up, golden hair coming undone and draping over her shoulder. The fairies are the most beautiful people in the world, and the Summer princess is said to be the prettiest of them all. When I look up at Seith, he’s watching me.
The male has temporary blindness or something.
“What’s me price?” He leans over me, his hand flying to my throat, forcing my head back so he can kiss me on the lips, not caring that people are around. “Don’t answer that until after I’ve fucked you, because I promise me stock will go up, and then you’ll regret selling me for a pittance.”
Gloriana tucks a fan into my palm.
“I won’t go into heat.” There aren’t enough fans in the world.
“You will,” he says, voice intimate and rough. The way he watches me up close might cause a spontaneous ovary combustion.
“How can you be sure?”
“Because I’ll lick you until you do.” Seith walks away, followed by Lenox, leaving the three of us ladies sitting there flushed and bothered.
Fleur recovers first and points at me. “You’ll get pregnant just by listening to the filth coming out of his mouth.”
If possible, it would be true.
13
SEITH
Outside, Lenox and I stand at the door, shoulder to shoulder, staring at the trunks. The one we brought inside was damn heavy.
“What the fuck do they need all this shite for?”
“Females?” Lenox suggests.
“Aye.”
He shrugs. “I don’t ask. You’ll learn not to ask.”
I snort. “Yer whipped.”
“No, I’m mated.” He laughs evilly.
