How to Keep a Fae (Coveted Fae #1)

Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen

August

I ’m pretty sure I’ve knotted her. I mean, it’s not like I’ve ever knotted someone before, but it feels extra tight in there, and every time she squeezes, I come again.

Sweat breaks out across the surface of my skin. She’s not in heat yet, but she is definitely close.

She whimpers, her pussy fluttering over my length, but I hold her still and force her to endure.

Jayga is a pushy bastard. Sometimes, I appreciate this trait, but more often, I do not. Oh, I’m equally committed to claiming Adaline as ours; I’d walk through fire for this woman. But I also hate the thought of doing what one needs to do to tip an omega into heat.

My father said that Jayga would know. And he does. His words are not an endorsement. Nor is this sanctioned. I’m an imperial or at least becoming one. Maybe this is reckless on my part. Imperials have choices, after all—at least, I presumed that they do. Maybe if I could only wait, all I want might be mine without forcing her heat.

Only my father is an imperial, and he never got what he wanted. Instead another warrior swooped in, and now it is too late.

The thought of Adaline claimed by someone else—fuck that would destroy me.

And waiting, what would that even entail? Her suffering through her heat alone?

I can still remember how it felt when I found she had gone into heat. Feeding from another omega’s wrist, impersonal, taking only what I needed and knowing Adaline was hurting without us.

There are risks. We still must walk into danger—every day in this life is a risk. But I take comfort in knowing we are not the first warriors to step over the forbidden line. It will be kept quiet. Maybe they will punish us. If they do, I’ll take my dues. But they won’t be able to take her away from us—not if we’re mated.

Not if we bite her and take her blood during her heat.

Better to have three tools for the cause than none, right?

There is a darkness in Jayga’s eyes, one I’ve seen before. It lights up an echo inside me.

I’ve wanted this—craved this for so very long. The way my dick keeps spewing cum tells me we are already on the path toward her heat, and nothing can stop it now. No more waiting. My mind was in turmoil, but now my vision is clear.

“But it’s forbidden.” Her soft voice and the honesty of her words only tighten my resolve.

My dick flexes inside her. It’s wreaking havoc with my capacity for rational thought. How the fuck to alphas cope with this every time they fuck? “Do you think we care?” My words come out harsher than I intend, but I’m teetering on the edge of panic that I’ve actually knotted her, and it shows no signs of going down.

How long does it last for Jayga? Doesn’t it soften a bit reasonably soon?

Her pussy clamps over my dick. She moans, throwing a look back at me that nearly undoes my resolve to edge her into heat. It’s a look of undiluted longing, lust, love, and hope all rolled into one.

“You want this, Adaline?” Jayga demands, redirecting her pretty eyes at him. “You want us to do this, to tip you into heat? No more being locked away alone, suffering through a heat under the foul herbs they give you to cloud your mind. We’ll take you there, with us, and only us. We’ll rut you through your heat. Mate you. Maybe breed you, too.”

“Goddess, yes,” she whispers.

I tighten my hands on her hip to keep her still, frightened she might not realize I’m knotted, and try to pull off. My concentration is shot with her constant milking of me—my balls fucking ache.

“You know what we have to do, don’t you?” Jayga says. “I’d bet you talk to your friends about it. Whispered, forbidden conversations about alphas forcing their omega into heat.”

“Oh, I’m going to…”

“No!” My low snarl cracks like a whip, holding her on the edge. “You don’t get to come until I say.”

Jayga

“Pull out slowly,” I say. My heart is pounding like it does amid a battle. I lift her thigh up and out so I can see where he’s lodged all up inside her slick cunt .

“She’s close, and I’m fucking hard,” he says, a tense edge to his voice. “I—I think I’ve knotted her.”

Our gazes lock.

The little fae between us whimpers.

A smirk blooms across my face. “Good. It will stretch her out some more. Make it easier for me to get all up inside her without her getting off.”

“Fuck!” he mutters gruffly.

“Do it,” I command. “Pull out anyway.”

“Goddess, please!”

“Good girl,” I say, reaching to pet her nipple, rolling it between my finger and thumb. Her tits are swollen and firm, her healing milk leaking out. “I know your tits are full and aching, but we can’t do anything about that until I’ve had my turn, until my dick is all up inside you, too.”

August groans.

I’m not helping his quest to pull out, but we’re all suffering in this together. I haven’t even gotten off yet, so he can deal.

Her flesh turns white around his fingers, where they grip her hip. The knot bulges her little pussy hole as he begins to slide back. “Gods. Look at that. You’ve definitely knotted her.”

“Oh, oh, oh!”

“Fuck that’s hot,” I say, mesmerized by the vision. My dick is harder than stome and jerking vigorously. Yeah, I’m a sick bastard. “Hold it there for a bit.”

“Fuck’s sake!” he grunts, but he does as he’s told. “I’m going to come.”

“Go ahead,” I say, nodding. “Come if you need to. Just don’t get her off.”

He exhales a deep, guttural moan.

Her hand slams against her belly. “Oh, please! It’s too much.”

“What are you holding your tummy for?” I pluck her hand away. The twin swellings slowly slide out, and as they do, a flood of cum pours out.

“Oh!” she wails.

August’s dick slips out, still spewing cum all over the fucking place.

“Bad, girl,” I admonish, dragging her onto her back and rolling above her. “Wasting August’s cum… Take her hands.”

August heaves a ragged breath but snags both her wrists and pins them to the bed above her head.

I spread my knees wide, opening her, line up, and slowly sink in.

My groan comes from deep in my belly. It’s like sinking into hot, wet bliss.

“How does she feel?” August demands, voice strained.

“Fucking amazing,” I say. I take a couple of tentative thrusts, slow and easy, just to taunt us all.

“Careful,” he cautions.

“I know.” Gritting my teeth, I sink in. My knot is already swollen to the point of madness and meets resistance when it reaches her entrance. “Fuck, she’s tightened up already… ”

My climax hits me the moment my knot slips inside. Hot spurts shoot out. She wails, her body turning rigid and face flushed a deep pink.

“Ah, fuck yes. Fuck!” My balls ache, reaching for every drop of seed, straining to dump everything I’ve got. Pulsing with pleasure so intense that my ass spasms and my hips snap, driving her deeper against the nest.

My breathing is ragged, my cum leaking out as her hot walls quake around me.

“That’s our precious love,” August says, kissing up the side of her throat over the pulse point before squeezing her tit roughly.

“Don’t— ”

Too late, her tit gushes and her pussy clamps around my dick.

I wrap my fingers around her throat and hold her still as she bucks and thrashes under me.

My heart is beating out of my damn chest. It’s only her cute growl that offers an indication that, miraculously, she hasn’t come.

“Idiot,” I grunt, my balls reaching as I hose her pussy down with a fresh batch of seed. “That was fucking close.”

August appears to have lost all possession of his wits. He surges up, his cock in hand, and lines up with her parted lips just in time to fill her mouth.

I blink the fog from my eyes, breathing heavily. We’re all fucking panting, although Adaline sounds more like a rattly purr. But his seed also seems to calm her or maybe distract her as she greedily laps where it continues to pulse from the tip.

“Good girl,” August rumbles, a note of wonder in his voice as he cups her cheek, brushing his thumb over her soft skin as she continues to lap his dick with contented abandon.

It takes an effort to drag my eyes away. This is going to be rougher on all of us than I thought. I just want to thrust… correction, pound her into next week. I don’t even care that I’m fully knotted. I would pin her down and do it anyway.

I feel like I’m on the verge of madness, a step away from imploding into dust. Sweat breaks out across my back and chest. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’ve got stronger willpower than this.

“Rut,” August says darkly, leaning back, plucking her hands away, and pinning them to the nest again.

Rut?

“Fuck!”

I take in the scene again, searching the nuances of what is happening, the sheen that glistens across the surface of her skin, like stardust… Her tits are leaking the sweet sticky milk and swollen with more. She keeps arching her back and moaning, encouraging us to feed there. Her lips move, words tumbling out low, urgent—begging. I catalog each and every sign.

She is already turning.

Rut. Heat. We are all falling together. We are all fucking close.

“I need out of her,” I mumble, half lost in a daze, sinking, feeling the instinctual side of me waking up, the alpha, the predator, the side they try to subdue using the magical binding we are all subjected to before we even mature.

I always thought the feeders were somehow blocked from mating because they were always locked away from any alphas the moment they went into heat. But now I realize it is not only them but us who must break free of the chains.

We must, too.

Gritting my teeth, I palm her hips and pull out of her soft cunt. Her pussy tries to lock on me, and a sob breaks from her chest.

“Hush, love,” August says, settling down to her left, his fingers plugging her sopping cunt the moment I leave.

Her tits jiggle as she thrusts her chest up. “Please.”

My dick is still hard as I collapse down onto her right. I don’t even try to hold back from feeding. My mouth lowers to her swollen tit, and I suckle her. The sweet taste explodes across my tongue. I feast on her flesh like a man possessed, groaning, getting my fingers up inside her next to August’s. She feels so open.

Ready to be fucked.

A glance tells me August has latched on her other side.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Her chant ends in a guttural cry.

A shower of gold dust erupts from her skin .

A heartbeat later, her fertile scent slams into me.

“More,” she says, her voice cracking with command. “Give me more.”

I move, her humble servant, ready to serve her every need. Adaline, our sweet fae, the woman we love—the queen of our hearts—is in heat.

She needs us.

Needs us to fuck her—to rut her through her heat.

I have her on her back and knot her on the first thrust. August growls. It is his own fucking fault for not being fast enough.

Her back bows. Her scream is visceral pleasure, and the sweet fisting waves ripple all over my dick.

No more edging. It is time to rut.