How to Keep a Fae (Coveted Fae #1)

Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

Adaline

I can scarcely breathe. Jayga’s cock is inside me, and my whole pussy squeezes and locks over him. I want to come again.

“Look at her,” Jayga says, a familiar darkness in his eyes. “Look at our queen.”

I wrap my fingers around August’s cock. My strokes make his hips buck.

All the fears and reasons not to do this have faded away. Now, I’m a force of nature, a fae, and an omega—one who demands her dues.

“Our queen,” August says in a low, thick voice. His fingers are around my throat, holding me. I growl at him, testing the hold, arching up, and reveling in the sensation of being controlled.

“Fuck, she likes that,” Jayga says.

I really do. “More,” I demand, even though I don’t know what the more is I need .

I’m a mess. I can feel my breasts leaking, the clear sticky substance pooling at the tip and then trickling down onto my nest.

August leans down to capture my pleasure sounds in a kiss, his tongue tangling with mine, fanning the flames of my lust.

When he lifts his lips, our eyes clash. His pupils are blown, and his skin is painted with gold dust. More dust wafts from my skin in little clouds as I tremble through the aftershocks of pleasure.

“I love you,” he says.

“We both do. Forever and beyond,” Jayga agrees. His dark gaze is no less intense than August’s.

The words shred the last of my grip on sanity as I slip into the subspace of heat. Normally, my heat scares me. Today, I welcome the haze.

I feel cherished.

Safe enough to let go, to fly. My alphas will catch me.

Another climax is building within me—my whole body pulses. I’m hot. A core deep, hot, thirsty for something only my kings can quench. “My kings. My world. Take my blood. Bind me to you. To both of you.”

Jayga is still knotted, but he takes my hips in his hands, pulls out, and slams deep.

We both groan. Oh, it feels so good. Having him inside me, stretching me with his cock and knot—delivering a raw, animalistic thrill that shoots sparks through my core.

“I’m going to fuck you so good,” Jayga says. Expression savage, he pounds me into the nest. “We both are. Rut you through your heat how you need. Ruin you in this pretty nest.”

My body rocks as Jayga picks up the pace, fucking with rough strokes, stretching me in the most delicious way around his bulging knot. Pressure is building, and my heart is beating a staccato, making me dizzy. The slide of his cock in and out, the flutter of nerves on the brink of another climax that will tear our lives apart.

Jayga slams deep. I feel the knot lodge, locking us together.

August

I’m half-crazed, out of my mind with lust and need. If anybody came into this room now and tried to stop us, I swear I would kill them with my bare hands.

I’m the rational one. The one who calculates. Not that I’ve done much of it today. Jayga’s bullshit has tipped me right over the edge. There’s no way back now.

No one will interrupt us, I rationalize. Yet an animal side of me I don’t recognize is in command. We need to take her blood, to bite her, to mate her, together, both of us, so there can be no doubts. He’s locked in a sweet cunt, but I need to be inside her too.

He’s had her twice, and I want my dues—I want to challenge him even though that makes no sense.

Something is off here. He’s crowded over her, filling her, coming inside her. If he bites her now without me, will he claim her as his mate?

My head hurts. Breathing hurts. My dick aches, as do my teeth for the need to bite.

I feel uneducated on the ways of mating bonds when there is more than one mate.

My father said Jayga would know what to do, but does he know what to do about this?

Alphas talk about it all the time. Even those who don’t want to mate join in the discussions, as we guess mostly, and regurgitate old rumors about how claiming one might go down .

That is all they are, though. Rumors. Suppositions. Nothing is a fact. Nobody tells you how two alphas mate with a single omega. Nobody really knows. It’s unusual within Sanctum, but it does happen in Hydorian, so I know it can be done.

Not that rumors nor knowledge could help me when I’m nothing but raging lust and hormones. The effects of my rut are bearing down upon me, demanding I act.

I take Jayga by the throat. He’s still locked in her when I shove him onto his back, and she tumbles with him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he growls.

“I need inside her, too. Bite her before, and I will rip your fucking throat out.”

He bares his teeth at me. His arm tightens possessively around her… and suddenly grunts, his hand cupping the back of her head, holding her to him. “Fuck! She bit me.”

If I thought I was blinded by the rut before. It’s nothing compared to how I feel now.

His arms shoot out, and one palm slams into the center of my chest, halting me.

“Only a mark,” he says. “We both know she wants you too.”

My chest heaves. I’ve got tunnel vision.

Until she lifts her head and glances back at me. Her pretty eyes are dark with lust, having them on me calms the rampant beast inside me.

“Please,” she says, “I need you August. I need you inside too.”

His hand slowly releases me. He slides both palms down her back to cup her ass. “What are you waiting for,” he challenges.

My eyes lower to the point where they are joined. He slowly lifts her up, letting me see where he’s knotted. How it slides easily in and out.

She’s so open .

I swallow thickly.

Surely no fae should ever endure what we have already done, yet she did. Easily. Gladly.

He continues to taunt me, rocking his hips, thrusting in and out of her slippery cunt.

“She feels so fucking good. We could both get in her hot pussy, couldn’t we, little queen? Our cocks together. You could take us, couldn’t you? Take us all the way inside. You’re not a human omega. You’re fae made of magic itself. If our cocks need inside, if that’s the only way we can mate you, you could bear it, couldn’t you? For us.”

Fresh sweat beads down the length of my spine. I want it. I want to be inside her. Together.

My cock hurts it’s so hard, pre-cum leaking from the head, forming a long thread to the nest before it snaps.

I drop forward in a daze. My gaze is locked in the place where his cock and knot thrust slowly in and out. My fingers are there, sliding against him and then gently probing her. She arches up. The moan she makes nearly has me coming on the spot.

I can get my finger in.

I can get two.

“Let’s sit her up between us,” he says.

He comes up onto his knees with her facing him, likewise on her knees. His cock still inside her. Her head rolls back against my chest as I close the gap behind her. Her golden dust is everywhere, smothering us all.

I’ve never heard any rumors about that.

“Gods, she is beautiful,” he says, palming her throat.

I watch them kiss before he breaks away and turns her to face me. His hips move, thrusting into her from below again. I grasp a handful of her hair and lower my mouth over hers, our tongues tangling, our breath urgent. My other hand slides down, feeling around where he fucks her.

“Please, please, please,” she says between kisses. “I’m so empty.”

She’s really not. I have two fingers fucking up into her in time with his slow, steady thrusts.

I could take her ass; I have taken her there before. We have shared her many times and in many ways.

This is deviant.

It also feels so right.

“I know you want to,” Jayga says, coaxing me in the way he always does. “She can take us both. Here. Can’t you, queen?”

She nods, panting.

“It’s going to feel so fucking good with both our cocks. Your tight pussy all stretched out… especially when we knot you.”

“Shut up,” I growl.

My fingers are gone in an instant. I thrust my hips forward and wrap my fists around both our cocks. This time, when he pulls out almost at the tip, we push in a small way together.

My mind whites out. There is a buzzing in my ears.

Jayga purrs.

So does Adaline.

“Good girl,” he croons softly. “Let your mates get all up inside you where we need to be, and then, we can take your blood. I can feel your pulse throbbing in your throat. You need the release, don’t you?”

She must do. I haven’t taken her blood yet, neither has he.

More sweat trickles down the center of my back. I blink away the sparks shooting behind my eyes. Her skin shimmers as the gold dust wafts off it in great waves, plastering against my skin, tingling.

I’m so aroused. I don’t think I’ve been this aroused before and not come. The pressure is building. My balls are tight and ready to unload. His hands are on her hips, urging her down onto us as we both begin to thrust. Slow, steady penetrations that take us ever deeper into her hot, wet cunt.

I don’t know how she bears it, yet the deeper we get, the more her body shimmers with an otherworldly glow.

Her neck arches. Her cry is pure joy as we begin to rut her deeply, all the way to the knot.

So natural. The rhythm, holding her between us, trapped.

His hands are on her breasts, squeezing them, the clear fluid leaking out. Her cunt is slick and warm around me. So tight. Our knots are rubbing together.

We need to get them inside.

Our eyes meet over her head. She is near insensible, mumbling nonsense, begging us to take her deeper, to knot her, to give her what she needs. I can no more ignore her call than the need for air in my lungs.

We gather her between us, holding her, and thrust up as we bear her down.

Adaline

I’m floating. Floating in and out of my body. I don’t exist as an entity anymore. Now, I am a million sparks of light. My body shimmers. I can see through my fingers.

It ought to scare me. But it does not.

The only place I feel real is where they impale me, where they touch me, where their hands or lips are pressed against me—those places are real. The rest of me is nothing but fae dust.

“Take us, our queen,” Jayga growls.

They push upward. I’m borne downward. The most delectable stretch follows that sets nerves the length of my channel into a frenzy .

My squeal of rapture bounces off the walls of my small chamber.

I feel the climax low in my belly and deeper in my womb.

The world expands and contracts and then expands again.

I explode into sparkling dots and then reform again between them, whole.

Only now they are knotted, both inside me.

Twin sets of fangs prick my throat, sinking into my flesh, the sharp pain is followed by the abject bliss as they greedily gulp my blood.

I feel it leaving me. The rush sparks another heady climax.

My whole body convulses—the passage of blood from me to them. The feeling of them inside me deeply, so deeply, is one of utter bliss. My beating heart slows as they drink yet more blood.

Hearts. Theirs. Mine. Three, beating in tandem. As one.

A sweet sensation blooms my chest like a loving caress, fluttering and awakening.

Peace.

A sense of love.

The bonding. The mating.

The rush of euphoria.

Forever bonded.

My mates.