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  Flora ducked into a thicket of eight-foot-tall stalks and pulled me to the ground. The friction of crouching made a ripple of desire shudder through my core, and I had to bite down on my bottom lip to keep from moaning.

  Four guards rushed past. From their undersized, dragonfly wings, they were half-bloods like Elijah.

  “Can you smell anything?” A sergeant with a flat cap asked his companion.

  “Only garlic,” replied a male who carried his tall, white hat under his arm. “But I think I heard a voice.”

  “If we find the female, we’ll hide her in a carriage and share.” The sergeant held out his hand. “Deal?”

  The corporal shook. “Deal.”

  I pressed my lips together and exhaled a shuddering breath. Two males, taking turns to pound into my core as I yowled for more. If I was loud enough to attract the attention of the others, it would be an endless supply of dick.

  Without meaning to, my hand slipped down the waistband of my borrowed breeches and into my pantalettes, and my finger slid over something peculiar. My clit had doubled in size and felt ready to explode.

  “Oooh!” A moan slipped from my lips.

  Flora clamped her hand over my mouth, muffling the rest of my moan. Cringing in my hiding spot among the stalks, I sent my friend a silent apology.

  “Did you hear that?” The sergeant slapped his companion on the arm.

  “She’s close,” the other guard said with a dry chuckle.

  My heartbeat accelerated, and sweat pooled in my palms. The little voice in the back of my head yelled at me for attracting the attention of such weak males. Why hadn’t I saved the moaning until I reached the treehouse where I could slake my desire on Prince August?

  The guards pulled out swords that crackled with white magic. “Come out now,” whispered the sergeant. “I’ve got something you’re going to need.”

  As they hacked at a clump of garlic twenty feet in front of us, my gaze slid to Flora, who let go of my arm and sprang out from our hiding-place. “Hey!”

  The guards turned around and grinned. “Hello there, pretty. Why don’t you come with us?”

  She bolted into the orchard, where the duke still shouted at his men to find me. The guards snarled and yelled at her to come back.

  All the tension loosened from my muscles, and my heart filled with warm gratitude. Once again, Flora had risked herself as a diversion, and I wouldn’t waste her opening by sticking around.

  While the guards chased after her, I stumbled through the long stalks. My thighs rubbed against my enormous clit, sending ripples of pleasure up and down my core.

  As the pear tree came into sight, I tripped and landed on my hands and knees, trembling and gasping as orgasms tore through my insides. Each time I moved my leg to crawl forward, my core muscles would undulate until I became a gasping, crying mess.

  “Got her!” shouted a distant male voice.

  I crawled out from the garlic flowers on my belly and into the orchard, where two-foot-high stalks of chives provided limited cover. My forearms and elbows propelled me forward as my useless legs spasmed with the orgasm.

  “Idiots,” snarled the Duke of Medietas from the direction of the treehouse. “This isn’t the female in heat. Throw this one aside and find the one I seek!”

  A long breath whooshed out of my lungs. As soon as I reached safety, I would ask McVittie to check on Flora. After what felt like an eternity, my palm slammed against the tree trunk, and a small archway opened.

  I half-flew, half-stumbled up the tree house’s spiral staircase, muttering instructions to McVittie to run out and help Flora. By the time I reached the top floor, Prince August was already hard and pumping that glorious dick. He was as naked as I had left him with his muscular thighs spread wide. Sweat glistened on his tanned skin, and desire shone in his green eyes. His buttercup-colored wings shone as brightly as mine.

  A gasp slipped from my lips. The only thing better than Prince August, naked and with his ankles shackled to a bed, would be him and his other brothers all in a row, waiting to fill me with their thick cocks.

  His eyes narrowed. “You,” he sneered. “What manner of dark magic did you use to bring on an early heat?”

  “None.” I held onto the doorframe to stay upright. “Thanks to your deposit of spunk this morning, I can’t function.”

  His eyes raked my white shirt, which was so damp with sweat, it may as well have been transparent. “If you think I will mate with you—”

  “Why would I want to mate with a pompous prick?”

  “Then why are you here?”

  My throat dried. The last thing I wanted to admit was needing his big cock, but the pounding of my core and the fear of causing a mating frenzy urged me to speak. “If I could find a cucumber, I’d use it, but they’re out of season.”

  His lips curled into a cruel smirk. “I’m loyal to Gala.”

  “Right, then.” My gaze dropped to the hand furiously pumping that dick and at the stream of transparent precum that poured out from its tip. Prince August needed me as much as I needed him, but the loyalty enchantment that had ensured his free will was stronger than his urge to mate. “The Duke of Medietas is downstairs. I’ll go fuck a male who’s had at least one successful mating. I’m sure—”

  “Take off your clothes,” he said.

  “Why?” I whispered.

  “I’ve never seen a female in heat.” Prince August’s hand closed around his bulbous cock-head with a twisting motion. “Observing your behavior will help me when Gala’s time comes.”

  Bristling, I slid the buttons from their holes and let the garment hang open. The fabric only exposed my navel and the space between my breasts, but I didn’t make any effort to give him a better show.

  Prince August’s eyes glazed. “Take it all off.”

  I slid my shirt over my shoulders and stood topless before the wanking prince. My core twitched with each stroke of that thick erection, my lips parted with need, and my tongue darted out for a taste.

  “And the breeches,” he rasped.

  Heat flared between my legs, and I unbuttoned the placket of my breeches without resistance. Prince August moaned at the sight of my legs.

  “Do you like what you see?” I toed off my boots and stepped out of the fabric in my pantalettes.

  “Gala is the most beautiful faerie in the land,” he said without conviction.

  One of my fingers circled my nipples, and his eyes tracked the movement. Apparently, dark magic could make a male’s brain loyal to its master, but it couldn’t affect his cock. This was probably why Lady Gala needed to cage the princes’ genitals in ice.

  Prince August beckoned me closer with the hand that wasn’t pumping his dick. “Come here.”

  Apprehension rippled down my spine. This arousal could be a trick to get me close enough to grab like he did in the morning. In my desperate state, I might untie Prince August, only for him to deliver me to Lady Gala as a show of loyalty.

  I stepped back, and the slide of my thigh against my enlarged clit made me cry out. “No.”

  “Then turn around and let me see you from behind,” he growled.

  The command in his voice made my nipples tighten, and I found myself slipping my soaking pantalettes over my hips and letting the fabric slide down my legs. Prince August lurched forward, his gaze fixed on the wetness between my thighs.

  Every nerve ending on my skin tingled with the need to be touched, to release the cuffs restraining the golden-haired prince’s ankles and let him start a one-male mating frenzy. I swallowed hard and remained standing.

  “Turn around,” he said through labored breaths.

  With painstaking slowness, I followed his orders, obeying when he commanded me to spread my legs and bend over double to expose my nether wings. The deep rumble in his voice made my nipples tighten, and his heavy breaths caused my swollen clit to pound.

  “They’re glowing for me,” he said.

  A whimper reverberated in the back of my
throat, and I pushed out my ass, giving him a better view. Even though several feet separated us, I imagined the feel of his hot breath on my wet folds.

  “And your maidenhead has opened,” he said.

  “For you,” I whispered.

  “Come here.” His voice was soft and coaxing and shivered a path of pleasure down my enlarged clit.

  “How do I know you won’t overpower me?” I stared at him through my bent legs.

  A muscle in his jaw flexed. “Do you want me to tend to your heat or not?”

  I took a tentative step toward him, and Prince August released the hand on his dick. The determination in his eyes sent spikes of alarm through my gut. I straightened and skittered back, my folds slippery with arousal.

  He teetered on the edge of the bed, and his entire body leaned toward me. “Where are you going?”

  “Lie back,” I whispered.

  Rage flashed in his lime-green eyes. “Why?”

  “Place the cuffs of your wrists on the mattress, so I know you’re not going to grab my neck and threaten to choke me unless McVittie releases you.”

  Prince August bared his teeth. “A faerie in heat should be grateful to have such a powerful male in her presence.”

  I stepped back and slipped my fingers over my engorged clit. It had grown to twice its regular size and the thickness of my little finger. The skin around the organ felt stretched to capacity like a water-filled balloon. My clit was already slick with juices, as though it could make its own secretions, and each slide over the enlarged bundle of nerves made the muscles in my core clamp hard.

  “What are you doing?” he asked.

  “Satisfying myself.”

  “Nonsense.” His hand returned to his dick. “You need a strong male to ease your heat.”

  It was the sexiest stalemate in the history of warfare. I braced my back against the wall and spread my bent legs, running my finger up and down and around my clit. My gaze roved over the Summer Prince, whose deft hand worked over an erection that seemed to swell with each passing stroke. Precum dribbled over his fingers and gathered over the golden hairs on his plump balls.

  “You’re a fool,” he said. “You could be on your hands and knees while I pound into that tight, wet heat. Instead, you’re strumming your nubbin like a brothel slattern.”

  “What the fuck are you doing, then?” I snarled.

  The fist pumping that big dick faltered for a moment as he scowled. A few heartbeats later, Prince August resumed the mesmerizing stroke of that fat erection.

  I licked my lips and continued rubbing my clit, but my core ached to be filled. How much time had passed since I’d had a good, hard fuck? According to recent curses, an entire lifetime.

  Prince August’s gaze dropped to my engorged clit, and he matched his movements to mine. “Do you know what happens to females who don’t mate within the first few hours of their heat?”

  Flora’s story about Queen Maeve’s enemies being hunted by hoards of horny males sent a shiver down my spine.

  Pushing my trepidation aside, I said, “Don’t know, don’t care.”

  “You’re a bloody fool,” he snarled.

  I tore my gaze away from his dick. “If I came over as you asked, what’s the first thing you’ll do?”

  “Fuck some sense into you.”

  “And then what?” I rolled my nipple between my fingers. “Will you hand me over to Lady Gala?”

  “Yes.” He shook his head. “No.”

  Rolling my eyes, I slipped two fingers into my core and slid my finger in and out of my hot channel. “Make up your bloody mind.”

  “Alright!” He placed his wrists on the mattress, and the cuffs clicked into place. “I’m restrained. Now, will you climb on my cock?”

  The oppressive heat tightening my chest loosened. I took my first step toward the bound prince and grinned. “With pleasure.”

  Chapter 12

  Each step toward Prince August cooled the heat searing through my veins. It was as if my faerie instincts knew I was giving into their demands and had decided to stop tormenting me… for now.

  Prince August leaned back and rested his weight on his palms, looking utterly relaxed, but the manic fluttering of his glowing, yellow wings told me that this indifference was just an act.

  “That’s it,” he said in a low, coaxing voice. “Get on my sword and give it a good polish.”

  The lust pounding through my core was the only thing stopping me from collapsing into a fit of giggles, but this was no laughing matter.

  Just the sight of him turned me on so much that lubrication trickled down my inside thighs. My folds slid over my engorged clit, which radiated pleasure with every step, making me suck my bottom lip between my teeth.

  At that moment, I needed Prince August so much, it didn’t matter if he planned on betraying me after we’d fucked. All I cared about was the thick erection stretching toward the skylight.

  Rays of sun streamed down onto Prince August’s tanned body. He leaned forward, his muscles straining against the blacksmith’s silk-covered restraints. I licked my lips in anticipation of a good, hard ride.

  “Are you sure you want this?” I asked.

  “Come here,” he growled.

  On any other day, I would draw things out. Maybe run my tongue up his quivering shaft and make a few swirls around that thick cock-head, but not today. Not today when my core pounded as hard as an ogre’s fist and the heat between my legs flared with impatience.

  Instead, I walked forward, placed one hand on his muscular thigh, climbed up on the bed, and straddled his hips.

  “You do not have permission to kiss me,” he said in his haughtiest voice.

  “It’s not your lips I want.” I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his thick cock, which pulsed beneath my fingertips.

  His lips parted to let out a hot breath. “You’ve wanted this since the day we first met.”

  As much as I wanted to deny this and retort with a comment about iPads, a raging heat within my core flared, urging me to stop talking and start fucking.

  Raising my hips, I positioned myself above his huge dick but ended up bumping my clit on his bulbous cock-head.

  Prince August hissed through his teeth. “Release me, and I’ll pound you into the mattress.”

  “How about I pound you first?” The pads of my fingers dug into his broad, muscular shoulders, and I pressed my weight onto his dick, moaning at the slow stretch of that massive cock-head through my virgin passage. “Ah!”

  Prince August threw his head back and gasped.

  “Is this your first time, too?” I asked.

  “I’m not in the habit of mating with just anyone,” he said between clenched teeth.

  A shaky laugh bubbled up from my throat as I clamped around his girth. “Just the girls who abduct you?”

  “Move,” he snarled.

  I rested my head on his broad shoulder. Prince August was right. The sooner I slid down his dick, the sooner this heat would subside.

  “Alright,” I murmured into his neck. “But I’m moving because I want this, not because you said so.”

  “Of course.” He canted his hips, easing my slide down to the hilt.

  Despite the wetness of my core, this was the most intense stretch of my life. I had read in an old edition of Cosmopolitan that the clitoris wasn’t just a tiny nub but a huge organ that extended inside the body all the way down to the vagina. At that moment, with Prince August’s huge dick stretching me open, I felt every inch of that sensitive organ in the form of the most pleasant electric shocks.

  “Oh!” I squeezed my eyes shut against the intense pleasure, breathing hard through my clenched teeth.

  “Look at me,” he whispered.

  I obeyed his command and stared into bright green eyes. Up close, They weren’t the perfect lime-green I’d originally imagined. His eyes were shamrock-green with flecks of cornflower yellow, ringed by a blue as deep as a summer’s sky. Surrounding this beautiful sight were t
hick, golden lashes.

  The longer I stared, the more I understood the person beneath the haughty exterior. There was a rigidness to Prince August’s personality that drove him to act proper and retain a stiff upper lip even when a girl he couldn’t stand was bouncing on his dick.

  He was so different from his brothers, who acted less guarded with their baser emotions, but unlike Prince Bradwell, whose heart was filled with gentlemanly compassion, Prince August had no hesitation to get down and dirty.

  My core muscles fluttered around his girth, finally happy to get some much-needed attention.

  Another thrust of his hips prompted me to raise mine, and I lifted myself up his shaft, reveling in the ripple of pleasure with each slow moment.

  “I see why everyone considered you to be so dangerous,” he murmured.

  His voice broke me out of my thoughts. “Huh?”

  Prince August’s heavy-lidded gaze fixed on my lips. His were parted, flushed, and so kissable.

  I leaned into him, making sure to bolt if he tried to attack. A whimper sounded in the back of Prince August’s throat, which sent a ripple of excitement racing through my core. Our noses touched first, then our lips.

  His mouth molded to mine, a perfect fit that sent a wash of relief through my fevered skin. Prince August’s masculine scent engulfed my senses, and his lips caressed mine as though we had been lovers for a thousand years.

  I drew back, my heart pounding so hard that I felt it deep within my core.

  “Release me,” he growled.

  “So, you can throw me into a dungeon?” I asked.

  He leaned into me and nipped my ear, sending shivers of pleasure racing down my back. “I want to pound into you from behind.”

  “I’ve got a better idea,” I murmured.

  “What?”

  “I’ll release your wrists—”