How to Keep a Fae (Coveted Fae #1)

Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

Adaline

I t has been a quiet day, and I have just returned to my nest with my latest spicy book. I need a distraction after what happened with Jayga, although I don’t hold out much hope that the book, spicy or otherwise, will cut it.

“Adaline!” Denna’s call startles me.

I drop the book, fumble to retrieve it, and thrust it under one of my many pillows before I spin around and hasten to the door. I am confused. No patrol is due, nor do I hear the usual clamor surrounding the warriors’ return.

I thrust the door covering aside. The sight that greets me tips ice into my veins.

A sob breaks from my lips before I can clamp my hand over them.

August and Jayga are at my doorway. They wear loose drawstring pants, which I’ve seen warriors wear for training, leaving their feet and upper bodies naked. Their hair is damp like they have just showered. But that is not where my focus lingers, for every bit of exposed flesh is littered with cuts and bruises.

The violent rush of my healing blood tells me this is not the worst of their wounds… There is something more, something terrible I cannot yet see.

My frantic gaze shoots to Denna.

Her eyes are sad. Why are her eyes sad? She offers me a cool nod and walks away.

I burst into tears.

August surges forward, taking the door covering from my limp fingers and lifting me into his arms.

I cling, sobbing. “What has happened? Why are you both here?”

I twist to look back just as Jayga drops the door covering into place.

Goddess weep… his back.

Instantly, I know August suffers the same—the question of why this happened is unimportant.

“Take my blood, please,” I beg.

August’s lips lower to my throat. He kisses me gently as I tremble and quake.

Jayga brushes against me from behind, trapping me perfectly between their heat. He sighs heavily, drawing my hair over my other shoulder before he, too, lowers his lips to my throat. “We’re sorry,” he says. “Sorry, our need is so great. It’ll be okay. I promise.”

They bite as one. A sense of euphoria slams into me. I see a kaleidoscope of color flashing behind my closed eyes and cry out—a climax sharp and sudden, the likes of which I have never had before. But I’ve never had this, never had two warriors bite and feed.

Two men I secretly love.

What does this mean? Why both of them ?

August lifts his lips first. His fingers spear my hair, and he kisses me deeply. His tongue plunges into my mouth. I taste my blood and desperation on his lips.

Jayga rumbles a purr behind me. His lips slide up my throat before he nips my earlobe. And then he trails his tongue all the way to the pointed tip and nips there, too.

I shiver. My ears are impossibly sensitive, particularly the tip, and it shoots arousal straight to my core. Keeping one arm wrapped around August’s neck, I reach to cup the side of Jayga’s jaw. “Please.” I need them inside me—right now.

“Let’s strip our little queen down,” Jayga rumbles against my throat.

August tears his lips from mine. “Good idea,” he says.

He lowers me to my feet, trapped between towering walls of hot male flesh. I’m dripping with arousal. My life experiences have nothing to compare to this, but I know this is about to rock my world.

August makes quick work of the belt at my waist. It drops to the floor with a clatter. Jayga drags my gown over my head, and tosses it to the floor.

August slides his fingers into the sides of my panties and pushes them over my hips. They whisper down my legs and pool at my feet. “I need inside her.”

“Me too,” Jayga says. Scooping me up into his arms, he drops me in the center of the nest.

I land against the softness, quickly pushing my hair from my face and sitting up.

They stand side-by-side before my nest. Their flesh is littered with healing bruises, but I sense the worst of their injuries are gone after taking my blood.

They tug the drawstrings holding their pants, and the material drops to their feet. They step out. Jayga smirks at me and fists his cock. He strokes it roughly. When my eyes dart to August, I find his expression no less intense.

They share a look. Jayga nods.

What was that about?

August

I’m poised to combust as I stare down at the sweet omega in her nest. Her cheeks are pink, and her hot, aroused scent permeates the air. Our fae feeder is dripping, an unmistakable glisten coating the tops of her thighs.

I don’t know exactly what Cecil said to put that look on Denna’s face. And I don’t care to be blunt. He made this happen for us. I’m not going to waste the opportunity before me. We will be allocated to Adaline as often as possible. I’ll take every shared moment with her and be grateful for its blessing. The life of a warrior can be brutal. It can also be short. But we have something to come home to. A reason to survive. A reason to lift our swords another day.

The conversation during a patrol about a warrior who took himself a mate has been playing on my mind constantly, although it offered no solution to the dilemma of two men circling the same fae.

No longer circling now that both of us are here with the woman we want.

It presents an opportunity. Not this time because neither Jayga nor I are clear-headed enough to be doing anything about claiming her, and nor have we planned and discussed how we might even go about it, which we definitely need to do. But for tomorrow, for another time, because Cecil has indicated they will likewise come .

The heady anticipation of finally claiming her at some elusive point in the future, of turning our little feeder into a breeder, for us and only us, sends arousal pounding the likes of which I have never known before.

I’m still pissed at Jayga. He’s an asshole sometimes—most of the time. I’m far from blameless in this, though. A bond has been forming between us over many months, but today, a different bond takes its place.

I’ve watched other warriors share women. When there’s a celebration in the warrior hall, it can turn downright sinful as breeders, feeders—and even imperial fae—sneak in and join the revelry.

But I’ve never done this . Two men and one woman, alone, sharing the intimate setting of a nest.

“There’s something I’ve always wanted to try” —the words tumble out of my mouth without any intervention of my brain— “with Adaline. I believe this would be the perfect time.”

Her eyes bounce between the two of us.

Jayga turns to face me. “Yeah? What’s that, then?”

“Both of us. Together. You in her pussy… me in her ass.”

I ignore her little gasp, as does Jayga, his eyes stay locked on mine.

“I touch her there on occasion while I’m fucking her. She can take two fingers.” It’s not easy, but she does take them. “She comes very powerfully. I think she can take this.”

“I fucking know she can,” he says, eyes a little unfocused before they swing back to the bed.

“Have you?” I ask, trying to temper the burn of jealousy. She told me no one else had taken her there, and I believed her, but time has passed since then…

“No.” He shakes his head. “But look at her.”

I do. Her jaw hangs slack. She’s panting. Her breasts are leaking, and her pussy is so fucking wet. But her eyes tell the whole story. They gleam with a desperate kind of hunger.

He is so right.

“Aye, look at her. Look at our queen.” A dark smirk blooms on Jayga’s lips. “She wants it. Needs it. It’s time to make a fairy sandwich,” he says.

Jayga

August swallows thickly. There is a pregnant pause. Adaline darts for the other side of her nest as if she might hide from us—as if she can escape this.

I snag her ankle and drag her back into the center of the nest. “Settle down, little feeder. You’re panting and dripping slick all over the place. Don’t pretend you don’t want this.”

“I’m not pretending!” She bats my hand away. It doesn’t help. I drop some of my weight on her, pinning her to the nest. “I —oh.” Her breath leaves her in a rush as I close my lips over her perky tit and suckle the sweet, healing milk up.

Her fingers fist my hair, holding me to her, forgetting about her bullshit protests. I damn near came on the spot when August said what he wanted to pop her back cherry. I always suspected he was a filthy bastard, but now I know. And I’m here for it. If he needs someone to get him there, to encourage him, I’m the man for the job.

I’ve never shared a woman like this. I’ve seen warriors do all kinds of debauched things in the hall. A new batch of warriors rises through the ranks every month, and it can get rowdy during the celebrations.

I used to take part in it; I looked forward to it. But that was before Adaline… Now, if she’d ever snuck into the hall, I’d have be en on her in a flash. But she didn’t. And I’m glad she didn’t know because this feels so much better here, between the three of us.

It feels right.

The nest dips as August slides in on her other side. His head lowers. A hot rush sweeps through my body. Both of us are feeding at the same time. My lips pop off. I watch him, waiting for the raging jealousy I ought to feel.

There is none. It just looks fucking hot. Like that’s where he was meant to be.

“I want to watch you finger her,” I say.

His head lifts, and his lips pop off, leaving her wet, perky nipple. He holds my gaze.

“What? No!” Adaline splutters

August’s eyes narrow as he glances down her body. “You mean her ass?”

“Yes,” I say. “Exactly that. I’ve never touched her there—didn’t know she liked it.”

He smirks. He’s not one for smirking, and it has a sinister edge.

There’s a little fae between us, stammering protests. I cup her cheek. “Hush, love. He’s already admitted that he’s done this before. How he has pushed two fingers all up inside you. Said you went off like a firecracker. Did he lie about that?” I narrow my eyes. “You can bet I’ll be putting a thumping on him if he did.”

She shakes her head frantically. Her cheeks are bright pink, and her eyes swing between August and I restlessly.

“There can be no lies between us,” I say. “That would be unacceptable. Now, tell me. In your own words. How does it feel when August pets you there? Gets his fingers all up inside your naughty little bottom hole while he’s rutting you? ”

“I... It...” Her gaze slides to August before slamming back to meet mine.

“Does it feel good?” I prompt.

She nods.

“How good?”

“It feels…. It feels a tingly kind of good,” she says in a rush. “And I came very hard.”

The pink stain on her cheeks has spread down her throat to the upper swell of her tits.

“Good girl,” I say. “We are both proud of you for telling the truth.”

“But…” Her voice lowers to a whisper. “His fingers are a lot smaller than his cock.”

Her face is so serious I have to temper the dark chuckle that wants to bubble up.

“Well. No one said it wasn’t going to be a challenge. But even beta lasses can take this, and you’re an omega—a fae, no less—you can take a lot more.”

She swallows.

I leave it hanging. I’m sure it will still be a monstrous strain. But she’s already panting and rubbing her thighs together. My instincts tell me she wants this but is a little nervous about it.

“August’s just going to touch you there at first. Get you ready. We’ll both be here with you, taking care of you. If it’s too much and you need us to stop, you can rest assured we shall stop.”

That seems to settle her.

August nods his agreement. “We would never hurt you, Adaline. You’re precious to us. While there might be some discomfort, I definitely want you to feel pleasure and only pleasure when I take you there.”

She gulps and nods. “O-okay. I think I could try.”

“That’s our good girl.” I smile and kiss her temple. My cock is so fucking hard, I’m ready to come all over the bed. “We’re going to take good care of you.” I turn to August, all business. “How do you want to do this?”

“Like this.” He draws her left leg up and open, eliciting her shocked squeak. I do the same with her right leg. August moves to place himself between her spread legs. Here, he draws his fingertips through her sopping-wet cunt.

Her slick has trickled all the way to her ass. “She’s drenched,” I say. “Making a little mess all over her nest.”

“Oh, please,” she whispers like she is scandalized even as her little pussy hole clenches and fresh slick trickles out over August’s fingers.

He presses a single finger into her ass.

I feel like the top of my head has just blown off.

She twitches and jerks in my arms, but I hold her still, leaning up so I can better see where his finger is inside her ass, right up to the knuckle. “Gods. She looks tight there.”

“She is,” he says gruffly, pumping his finger slowly in and out, making her twitch and groan.

“She really likes that,” I say. More slick is trickling out of her pussy and all around his finger where it is thrusting in and out.

“She does,” he agrees, a dark flush to his cheeks and an enrapt expression on his face.

Next time he slides out, he pauses, circling her little bottom hole with two fingers before he eases them in a small way.

“Oh, God,” she mutters.

“Pet her clit,” he says.

I hook my arm around her spread thigh and get my fingertips over a slippery nub. It’s hot, fat and swollen. “I think she’s close.” She’s not the only one. My dick is spitting pre-cum all over the place, and disgusted with my restraint .

“I know she is,” he says, pushing his fingers halfway in. “I’m not going to let her come until I’ve got my cock in here.”

Well, fuck!

I take broad strokes around her clit, making sure not to touch it. She mumbles nonsense, thrashing against her nest. I’m too busy watching his fingers pumping and scissoring in and out of her ass, stretching her out.

Yesterday, I wanted to kill him. Now, I might kill him if he stops.

“Put your cock in her already,” I say. “Look at her. Look how desperate she is.”

Adaline

I’m a writhing mass of conflict. I want to come so badly it hurts. August has done this before, lots of times, and he knows I love the dark, twisty pleasure well. I have even begged him to take me there with his cock a time or two, although he has always denied me.

But now, with Jayga here too, watching…

“Oh, please, just do it. I might die if I don’t come. It is not healthy to keep a fae waiting like this!”

I have no idea if it is, in fact, unhealthy, but I’m out of my mind and would say anything that might deliver the pleasure I crave.

“When I’m ready,” August says, continuing to finger my ass in rough strokes that have me fluttering around him. “And not until Jayga is balls deep in your cunt.”

“Yes! Anything.”

Jayga’s chuckle is sinful .

August suddenly flips me over with his fingers still in my ass. “Take his cock. Sit on it. This won’t be over until you do.”

Jayga rolls obligingly onto his back and scoots under me. His cock is pointing straight up his body. The head is flushed a deep crimson and slick with his pre-cum.

I’m so close; it’s like my body is on fire. The feeling of August’s fingers in my ass as I crawl forward and take Jayga’s cock has me panting with need.

“Gods, she’s eager,” Jayga says, thrusting his hips up as I wrap my fingers around his hard length.

It’s a struggle to lift and line him up. I’m distracted and made desperate by the pleasure where August’s fingers stretch my ass, but with a sob of joy, the tip snags at my entrance, and I sink down with jerky, uncoordinated movements—I just need to feel him inside.

My pussy flutters. August slides in close behind me and wraps his arm around my waist to hold me still.

I’m open and stretched.

But I want more.

“Good girl,” Jayga says, cupping my breasts and squeezing them roughly, briefly distracting me from what August does as something far thicker replaces his fingers.

“I was worried about lubrication,” August mutters darkly. “But between her slick and my dick leaking like a tap, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”

He pushes in, a slow, rippling impalement that sets me fluttering. I’m full—too full—but Goddess weep, it also feels so good.

I try to bounce to get more. They both tighten their hold.

“I want to come!”

“Gods, she feels tight like this,” Jayga grunts. “Fuck’s sake, we need to fuck. I’m not going to last. ”

August closes his fingers around the back of my throat and directs me forward so I am sprawled over Jayga.

Jayga smirks, closes his big hands over my hips, and rocks his hips, sliding his cock in and out.

“Oh, oh, oh!”

“There we go,” August says, planting his free hand against the nest. “I knew you would take well to this.”

They fuck me between them. It is the best, darkest, most decadent pleasure I have ever known. The feel of August’s fingers wrapped around my throat from behind, the passage of them taking turns to fill me, the dark stretch, and the burning pleasure.

Then they start to move together.

August

Her pussy is tight and hot. Her ass is even better. Jayga filling her cunt at the same time makes this a crazy kind of good. She trembles between us, mumbling nonsense about wanting it harder, about wanting more. Our skin turns slippery with sweat as my cock shuttles in and out her tight hole, my crotch slapping against her plump ass with every slow, steady thrust.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

The filthy wet sounds, coupled with her tight, gripping ass, have me hanging on the brink. Gods, she was made for this, for pleasure, and for us.

My climax is bearing down on me, and there is no way to stave it off.

“Come, now,” I growl. “Come all over our cocks.”

She does, a squeal tearing from her lips as her ass flutters over me before falling into sweet, blissful waves that compel the seed from my balls. My ass tightens, and my mind empties to everything but the boiling pleasure of filling her all up. Jayga growls, Adaline moans, and she suddenly becomes extra tight.

I suck in a deep breath. My arm is shaking where I brace myself. I need to pull out before I crush her.

“Have you knotted her ass?” Jayga asks.

The fuck?! “No.”

She whimpers.

“Hush, love,” I say, drawing her hair back and kissing her shoulder. I’m going to pull out slowly.”

I do. Watching my dick slide out of her tightly puckered hole just makes me want to thrust again. Somehow, I find the presence of mind not to. She might be fae, but she has got to be sore. Also, Jayga has definitely knotted her, and that’s a lot for her to take while I’m in her ass… don’t think about it!

I stagger to the bathroom, clean up, and take a cloth back to clean her, too.

He’s petting her silky hair, and she looks all snuggly against him, and I envy him his knot that keeps them close.

“Do you have a knot, then?” Jayga asks… because he’s a nosy bastard.

“Jayga!” Adaline whispers agast.

“Not like an alpha, no,” I grit out, collapsing on the nest beside them. “I am a pureblood fae. I just have a really big dick.”

He chuckles, probably thinking about the time he asked me if it was tiny.

And it’s not the whole truth. Just like fae omegas have subtle differences from human ones, fae alphas have differences, too. We have a knot, but it doesn’t form unless we’re with an omega in heat—something I will likely never experience.

“That’s a shame,” he says.

Asshole!

“It’s really not!” Adaline mumbles against his chest. “I don’t think I’d have survived that if he did.”