Chapter 22, How to Keep a Fae (Coveted Fae #1)

Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty-Two

Adaline

A month has passed. We are given new quarters.

A day room with a window offering views across the forests.

A bedroom complete with a four-poster bed, an accompanying nesting nook, and a bathing chamber.

And a study because apparently, August needs one now that he is imperial.

The rooms are reasonably small and intimate, but I already love them well.

Dede hugged me fiercely when she came upon me packing my former feeder chamber—a brief whisper before she was called away.

“Mated,” I said.

A grin had spread across her face. She squeezed my hand.

I trust Dede to spread the gossip in her indomitable way. Perhaps giving hope to those other omegas who entrusted her with their secret longing for a mate .

As for my mother, leaving House Silva had been a strange, bittersweet experience. She was no longer my house mistress. I had no reason to see her other than her being my mother, and for as long as I could remember, she had not acknowledged me as such.

“Where do you want it?” The two beta men strain under the weight of my prized couch, which has been brought up today from the former feeder chamber.

“Over here, I think.”

They slot it into place underneath the small window in the bedroom.

“Perfect. Thank you!” I can already imagine myself sitting here with a book.

They bow and leave, and I fuss over it, draping the throw just right, adding the two complementary cushions I have made. A small table is set beside it, bearing a vase and dried flowers gifted from August’s mother. I have yet to meet her or any of his many siblings. He speaks fondly of them, and I hope we shall be friends. He said he would take me to meet them next week once I was settled in.

I stop and admire the room. The four-poster bed is freshly made. Yesterday, the finishing touches were made to my nesting nook, deeply layered with all my favorite things. The other rooms are complete, too, with August’s desk and chair arriving earlier today.

It is finally all coming together.

It feels like a home.

Hearing a low growl, I spin around and find Jayga standing in the doorway, his eyes on the new addition to our room.

“What the fuck is that doing here?” He undoes his sword belt as he prowls towards me. It drops to the floor with a clatter.

My eyes widen as he continues to stalk me down.

I squeak, lift my skirts, and make a dart for the nest .

“Got you,” he says—a giggle bubbles up as his arm snakes around me. “Thinking of hiding from me, little mate?” His lips brush the juncture of my shoulder and throat before he nips. His kisses move a little higher to my ear, where he nips again. “I don’t like that fucking couch.”

“It is a chaise longue,” I say, knowing my correction will only provoke him more. “Where’s August?”

“He’ll get here in due time,” Jayga says. “You think he could just bring that in here? A gift from the bastard king?”

“I don’t believe he is a bastard,” I say, going all out on my provocation.

“He is if he gives you gifts.”

“It looks very pretty before the window,” I say.

“So you’re determined to keep it, are you?”

“Yes,” I whisper, peering back at him out of the corner of my eye to gauge if he is really upset.

“Well then,” he says ominously. “Best we christen it.”

He picks me up and drops my bottom onto the soft, plush chaise longue. A wicked glint enters his eyes as he thrusts my skirts up, buries his nose against my crotch, and breathes.

“Gods, you smell good,” he says. “Good enough to eat.” My panties are no more than tatters in his hand. He opens my legs wider, yanks me to the edge of the seat, and feasts.

“Oh, oh!” My fingers are in his hair, gripping it, pulling him closer, trying to thrust him away.

He never eases me into pleasure the way August does. Jayga slams me with it. He lavishes me with his tongue before he closes his lips around my clit and sucks hard.

I jerk. Pleasure explodes, and a gush of slick floods out.

He growls approvingly and laps it up.

“Um! Please!” I tighten my fingers in his hair, trying to wrest him from his prize when he looks like he’s going for round two. I need a moment …

He lifts his head, plucks my fingers from his hair, and bestows me the most devastating smile. “You make a tasty little snack,” he says, eyes lowering. “You made a little mess. Next time, I’ll do it naked. I want the little mess all over this fucking couch.”

“Chaise longue,” I correct. And then I bite my lip because his fashion is wondrous.

“Starting dinner early?” August says as he strides casually into the room.

Jayga turns. “She was taunting me.”

“She only has to breathe, and it taunts you,” August replies. “You are a basic male at best.”

“Thanks,” Jayga says, smirking as he rises, offering me a flash of his fangs. “I appreciate the compliment.”

I reach to push my skirt down but freeze when Jayga pins me with a sharp look. “Leave it there.”

August’s lips twitch when I do as I’m told.

Here I sit like a good little fae feeder, with my skirt up and pussy on display. The little scrap of ruined panties lies on the floor nearby.

August takes all this in with cool calculation.

“I feel overdressed,” Jayga says, leaving me there. He heads for the closet, where the sounds of his undressing ensue.

“So the couch came, did it?” August says casually as he approaches me, coming to a stop a pace away. His eyes trail a loving path down my body to my wet pussy.

“It’s beautiful,” I say, a note of challenge in my voice.

“Hmm,” he says. “It does present a captivating view with you spread over it.”

Goodness. I should be used to this by now, used to him, but I still feel heat flood my cheeks.

His eyes slide to the right to the nesting chamber I have just made up before returning to me. “Is it ready? ”

I nod. Jayga has left me well primed, and I tingle with anticipation.

“Good,” he says. “We have a little time before my father is due to take us on a quest.”

I suck a slow breath in, feeling the quickening of my heartbeat. I know what they want to do to me and what they plan, for they have often told me in explicit detail what they both want and need.

Me, bred. My belly plump with child. Only they are not prepared to wait for my heat to come naturally.

No, they want to force my heat.

August

Barely a month has passed since her heat.

We could wait. Let the next one arrive naturally in its own time. It would be the polite thing to do.

But I’m not polite, and Jayga is an animal and barely civilized, so our little fae mate is all out of luck.

I want her bred, her belly plump, with one of our babes. I want a brood of them.

We are mated, but the bond is not yet complete and won’t be until she takes my blood. She has been shy about the two delicate fangs that mysteriously appeared one morning.

I’m hoping her heat will clear up her little bout of nerves.

I’m praying for it because the mere thought of her biting me, taking my blood, makes me an insane level of hard.

“August?!” Her whisper brings me into the light, out from under the dark, debauched cloud long enough to realize I have pinned her to the damnable couch and my teeth locked on her throat .

My fingers are in her hot cunt, and her blood fills my mouth. I gulp it down, feeling her trembling and quaking, her slick dripping around my fingers.

I suck hard, drawing another heady gush of her blood, and she splinters into climax, her pussy squeezing my fingers in a most arresting way.

“Starting without me then?” Jayga says casually.

I peel myself off of her and, staring Jayga in the eyes, lap her slick from my fingers.

Jayga only chuckles. He likes anything a little unhinged.

“I believe you were the one who started without me.” I indicate the couch, which I am definitely going to fuck her on at some point during her heat. “I was just admiring the new addition to our bedroom.”

“I fucking hate it,” Jayga mutters with heat before his expression turns lascivious. “But our queen is a picture on it, thoroughly ravished.”

Adaline hasn’t moved. She is clever, and even without the announcement, she would read our intentions, I’m sure. The trickle of blood sliding down her throat brings the darkness rising in me once again.

“I’d like to propose a different approach this time.”

Jayga is still an annoying bastard who talks too much. He is also loyal, a fierce, capable warrior, and has more heart and grit than anyone I know. I openly admit that I could not imagine sharing Adaline with any other man.

“Yeah?” Jayga raises a brow. “What’s that then?”

“Not edging.”

She is right there, listening to what we say. I like that, like the slight hitch in her breath as she awaits her fate.

He smirks, flashing his fangs. “The other way then.”

“What’s the other way?” Adaline whispers .

Jayga’s answer is a truly terrifying growl, one only a human alpha could deliver.

Her response is instantaneous like electricity shooting down her spine as she arches off the couch. Her legs widen, and a gush of slick pours out.

Her rich, fertile scent slams me like a hammer to the skull.

One can never forget that Jayga is also an alpha, possessive, and territorial over what he considers his. As for rutting, the male has a filthy fucking mouth and rough ways that both Adaline and I have come to crave. Seeing him with her is a pleasure unto itself. Rutting is his fucking calling or something.

I love her, but I also love him with her.

“Breathtaking,” I murmur, reaching for the buckle of my light leather armor. “I believe we have our answer.”

Jayga

Frenzy.

Her last heat was amazing.

This time, it is sharp, clear, and insanity all rolled into one.

This time, she is going to be bred.

I scoop her off the couch and stride for her nest as August tosses off his armor.

“Look at this pretty nest,” I say as I lower her into the center of the dark, intimate nook that leads off the bedroom. “All clean and soft.”

August lets the covering drop behind him, enclosing us together.

Trapping Adaline with us.

“We’re going to ruin it, little mate. Ruin you in it.” The silk gown turns to tatters in my hands. I like her laying on the remnants of her gown, her breathing fast and shallow, her body already giving off that gold dust as she submits to her heat.

I stroke a single finger down her body from her throat to her pussy, and tap.

Her legs part with a sob.

I lean in close to her cute little pointed ear and growl, deep, filthy, full of carnal intent.

“Our sweet little breeder,” I croon as she huffs and pants, arching up for my dick. “Is that you?”

“Oh, goddess, please!”

“She likes the sound of that,” August says.

He likes the sound of it, too.

Fuck, I fucking love it.

“Breeder.” I purr, pumping a single finger into her dripping cunt, watching her face contort with pleasure from even so light a touch. “Ours. Ours to breed and feed whenever and however we choose.” My wet finger smears over her belly, where I rest my palm. “You smell fertile, Adaline. Ready to be bred.”

She comes with a squeal.

I’m not even touching her and she is coming for me.

August was right. She is breathtaking.

She is also ours.

Adaline

His cock slams deep, and my body contorts. With his fingers locked around my throat, he takes me hard and fast. He comes without warning, leaving me aching for more. He doesn’t even wait for his knot to soften, just pulls out savagely, tearing a squeal from my lips.

August tumbles me onto my hands and knees and fills me with a groan.

Smack.

Our flesh slaps together, sending jolts of pure heated pleasure straight to my core and setting a familiar achy pleasure-pain sensation blooming deep.

Smack.

The deep, pounding rhythm is as much part of my fae warrior as his air of deadly grace.

No sooner is he done than Jayga is there, filling me, fucking me, and sending me tumbling again.

I lose my mind as I stare into his dark, mesmerizing eyes. There is no gentleness in him or his expression—he is cold, hard, and determined.

Looking at him makes me wet and hot.

A sharp cry escapes my lips as he knots me for the second time.

He holds me there, a hot flood filling me. Making me take all his cum—making me endure as my pussy sparks and spasms without beginning or end.

He growls. The sound is so deep and deadly that my body tries to bow.

August is there in an instant, capturing my wrists and pinning them to the nest above my head.

The growl shifts through a myriad of tones that shoot lust and a firestorm through my veins. My breasts weep, and my clit throbs. His cock flexes inside me, gushing ever more cum .

I purr, a helpless omega seeking to soothe her dominant mates.

Jayga smirks, flashing fangs.

“Oh god.”

He pulls out.

August is on me. Fisting my hair, he forces my face into the soft nest as he feeds his cock into my slick-coated pussy.

I groan, feeling how easily he sinks in until he fills me up.

My inner muscles flutter wildly around him. He parts his knees, stretching me open.

“Oh god!”

His big hand collars my throat. His other arm circles my waist.

There he fucks me once again.

Nonsense pours from my lips as I hang like a rag-doll, used for his pleasure. I step outside of myself, looking down upon the tiny fae being rutted by the dark-haired fae while a human alpha kneels close, stroking his cock and thick knot, waiting his next turn.

I slam back into my body with the next shattering climax.

August doesn’t stop.

Smack.

I’m so slick.

“Oh god, I’m going to come again!”

Fingers tighten over my throat, squeezing. Dots swim before my eyes.

I’m on my back again, and Jayga is taking me now.

The pleasure is like a life force of its own. It consumes my every thought.

“Your breath belongs to me, little breeder,” Jayga snarls .

Yet another white-hot climax sets me convulsing as his cum fills me up.

August.

Jayga.

August.

Jayga.

They are relentless.

Heavy, male flesh pinning me to the nest, surrounding me.

Safe.

Loved.

Consumed.

Fucked.

They take my blood. Drinking generously of my body’s gifts in all their forms, fill me over and over until my stomach cramps with the strain of holding all their cum.

“Come for me.”

Fingers seek the swollen nub of my clit, petting it without mercy. Teeth graze my nipple, a tongue flicks it, hot lips swallow it, and fangs sink into my breast.

I come, convulsing a helpless vessel of their lust.

“Tell us to breed you, queen,” Jayga growls beside my ear.

I can’t see. Only feel. My mouth opens, but the words do not form.

“Tell us to breed you.”

“Goddess! Please!”

The hot flesh spearing my pussy starts to withdraw.

“Don’t stop!”

“Beg me to be bred.”

I thrash my head, trying to find my way back to lucidity to answer his demand.

“Beg!” he roars.

My body contorts in the throes of another climax. “Please, breed me. I beg you! ”

Arms slide under my thighs, bending me in two, holding me helpless as he takes me, fucks me, deep rough strokes until I believe with absolute certainty that he will breed me or kill me with pleasure in this nest.

I submit to the sensual storm. Trust them, my mates, to carry me through to the other side.

August

Our wildness spills over, out of the nest, and onto the bed. I’m out of it. I’ve been out of it for a while, high on fae blood and cum. I’m sitting on the damn chaise longue with my cock in my hand, watching them fuck on the enormous canopied bed.

My head rolls back; my thoughts center on the sounds they’re making, the moans and low groans, the wet sounds as they come together in a symphony of pleasure… They stop abruptly. My head rolls forward to find Adaline dropped to her knees before me.

My cock jumps. She pushes my hand away and closes her smaller one around it, directing the tip to her hot mouth. She sucks me down, watching me the whole time.

So beautiful with her mouth full of my dick.

Jayga sinks to his knees, pushing her deeper onto my cock as he slides into her from behind.

Her lips pop off. She licks down my cock and over my balls… then sinks her teeth into my groin.

“Ah fuck!” I shoot cum everywhere as she savages me with her small teeth, sucking greedily of my blood. My fingers tangle in her hair, and my head falls back again. I turn near catatonic with bliss .

My other arm lifts. I don’t know what I’m doing. Just moving on instinct.

When Jayga sinks his teeth into my wrist, I understand why.

Together, forever, all of us.

I don’t remember moving, but we are a sleepy tangle in the nest. Weak light spills through a crack in the curtain, separating it from the bedroom. Every inch of my body aches. I’m sore all over. Adaline might have been reserved about biting me before. The number of puncture wounds I can feel throbbing now reminds me of her enthusiasm after we all came here to rest.

“Fuck!”

She moves in her sleep, sinking her teeth into my throat. I’ve lost count of how often she woke me up by savaging me with her small teeth.

Jayga chuckles. Bastard.

“Come on, little savage.” He hooks an arm around her waist and pulls.

She growls.

My dick can’t decide if it has the energy to get hard again and gives a half-hearted flex.

Her heat is definitely over.

“You need to clean up. You can go at August again after, I promise.”

She relents.

Somehow, we get up, get dressed, and eat breakfast at the table in our day room. Adaline sits on Jayga’s lap, all meek and sweet and revealing nothing of the little hellion she became during her heat .

His hand settles over her belly. When I lift my eyes, I find him watching me watching him.

“Did you have any doubts?” he asks.

I shrug. My lips curl upward before turning into a grin.

“What are you two smirking at?” she demands, staring between us with a scowl.

“That’s not a smirk,” Jayga says. “That’s pure, undiluted male pride that our mate is good and bred.”

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