by Sofia Daniel
Prince Rory’s chuckle was low and deep and sent tingles to my aching nub. He moved further down my body and hummed with appreciation. Then he circled my clit with a finger, sending a swirl of sensations around my core.
“I have to know something.” His breath puffed against my wet folds.
“Yes?” I replied.
“You’re even wetter than the last time I tasted you. Is your heat coming?”
I shook my head. “Half-blood. Not all of us go into heat.”
“What’s going on?” Prince Caulden raised himself off the floor. His nostrils flared, and his lips paled and flattened.
My gaze dropped to Prince Rory, who was too busy kissing my exposed breasts to care that his brother had awakened from the enforced hibernation. I swallowed hard. A fight was about to break out.
I turned to Prince Caulden, meeting the cold fury in his eyes. Whatever Emporium had done to his senses remained. Fixing my gaze on his snarling lips, I murmured, “Kiss me.”
“What?” he asked.
“I need you.”
The fury on Prince Caulden’s face cleared, and he pressed his lips onto mine in a tentative kiss.
“That was nice,” I said. “May I have another?”
“Unity.” Prince Caulden placed a second kiss on my lips. “Your conduct with my brother is most unseemly.”
“Sorry,” I said, not meaning a word of my apology. “Would you like to suck my nipples?”
His face went slack, and his eyes lingered on my exposed flesh. Without a word in response, he cupped my left breast and kneaded it between his fingers. I arched into his touch with a moan, and Prince Caulden lowered his head to my chest and sucked my right nipple in his hot mouth.
“Oh… oh!” The pleasure coming at me from both ends turned my words to dust.
For the next several moments, I rocked from side to side with the wagon’s movements and from the onslaught of pleasure raining upon me from the brothers. Prince Rory lapped at my clit, his talented tongue flicking and licking without mercy. He rubbed circles over my opening, teasing me to the point where my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
“More,” I cried.
Prince Caulden took turns sucking one nipple and rolling the other between his fingers, not giving me a moment’s respite. Each swirl of his tongue sent lightning bolts of sensation down my torso that made my core twitch and spasm and yearn to be filled.
“You have gorgeous breasts,” Prince Caulden murmured around his mouthful.
“And a gorgeous pearl and oyster,” Prince Rory muttered into my folds. “You taste like the finest wine.”
A ball of pleasure gathered behind the sensitive bundle of nerves, building in size and intensity with each stroke of his hot, wet tongue. My thighs trembled, and Prince Rory’s breathing quickened, adding to the slick heat.
“So delectable.”
“Mmmmmm…” I arched my back, urging Prince Caulden to match his brother stroke for stroke.
The pressure continued to build, rolling and picking up speed with the intensity of Prince Rory’s ministrations. He hummed and growled into my pussy, the vibrations making me shiver and twitch.
“Oh, shit.” If I didn’t do something to distract myself, I would come sooner than I wanted over Prince Rory’s face.
“Stand up,” I said to Prince Caulden.
He raised his head from my nipple. “What?”
“I want you in my mouth.”
The Winter prince scrambled to his feet, revealing a thick erection straining from the crotch of his academy breeches. With a sleight of hand, he unbuttoned his fly and out popped a prick that looked like it had been carved out of a huge lump of alabaster.
My mouth watered, and my tongue darted out to lick my lips.
Prince Caulden’s breathing quickened. “No cock-ring this time, please.”
“No.” I wrapped my fingers around his dick, making him lurch forward.
A bead of precum glistened on his rosy cock-head, and I ran my tongue along its slit, gathering up the moisture. He tasted of ice melting off a snowdrop, which was probably due to his winter magic.
Prince Rory changed his strokes to quick, wet swirls around my clit, which was now so engorged, it felt ready to explode. I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing hard to process the new sensations and tightened my fingers around Prince Caulden’s shaft.
“Unity, please,” said the winter prince.
“R-right.” It was so hard to concentrate, being pleasured by two guys at the same time, but I swirled my tongue around Prince Caulden’s cock-head in sync with Prince Rory’s swirls around my clit.
The winter prince threw his head back and gasped. “You’re fantastic. Don’t stop.”
Right now, even an attack of the academy’s wards couldn’t separate me from that huge dick. It was thick, it was juicy, and it was all mine. Parting my lips, I slid his length down my tongue until it reached the back of my throat.
Prince Caulden hissed through his teeth, and a pink hue formed on his pale cheeks.
I bobbed my head up and down his shaft, lashing my tongue on the underside. Throughout this, Prince Rory continued licking my pulsing clit.
“You look so perfect with your lips around my helmet,” murmured Prince Caulden.
I swallowed back a laugh at the funny word and engulfed him to the hilt, eliciting a strangled noise in the back of his throat.
With a low growl, Prince Rory sped up the strokes of his tongue and added suction.
The ball of pleasure around my clit swelled to the point of pain, but he continued adding to the pressure with his licking. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. I needed to climax, and I needed it right now. Without meaning to, I clamped my thighs around the autumn prince’s head and squeezed.
Prince Caulden took over the blow job, moaning as he pumped his hips, sliding that huge dick back and forth along my tongue. He pinched my nipple, sending a burst of ecstasy down to the ball of banked pleasure behind my clit.
Something snapped.
It was an explosion of ice and fire, pleasure and pain, sobs and laughter. Wave after wave of ecstasy rippled through my core, which clenched so hard that it hurt. I cried out, but the sound was muffled by Prince Caulden’s prick.
“Mmmmmm…” Prince Rory lapped up my fluids. “Delicious.”
Normally, a comment like that would make me look away and flush, but an onslaught of sensations rippled through my body from the most intense orgasm of my life.
I blamed the Emporium, being pleasured by two gorgeous fae princes, and the newness of getting off in the back of a vehicle. Never in my three years of fucking Elijah had I experienced such heights of ecstasy.
As the orgasm ebbed, Prince Rory drew back from my folds, and I was aware that I’d still left both brothers unsatisfied. I gave Prince Caulden a tap on his muscular ass, and he pulled his dick out of my mouth.
“Anything the matter?” he asked between panting breaths.
“I want you both,” I pulled myself up to sit on the bench. The wagon’s swaying slowed, and dappled light streamed in through the canopy, indicating we were traveling under trees.
Prince Rory sat up on the bench. “What?”
“Right now.” I beckoned with both hands. “And side-by-side. I’m going to suck you both off.”
Prince Caulden tapped the side of his pale dick. “As long as you finish what you started with me.”
“With pleasure.” I leaned forward, grabbed him around the shaft, and wrapped my lips around his tip.
Moments later, a pants-less Prince Rory stood in front of his brother with an equally massive erection. I grabbed hold of the hot, hard flesh with my right hand and gave it a few teasing pumps.
Licking my lips, I thought back about Elijah’s porn DVD, where a girl serviced two men, sucking one for a few seconds before moving onto the other. I was so turned on at the sight of having two men at my command that I pounced on Elijah and rode him hard. Afterward, he asked if I would like to try it with
him and a friend. Every instinct in my body screamed to say yes, but I refused because Sicily would have been horrified.
I drew back from the brothers, holding their two dicks in my fists. They were nearly identical, save for the skin colors. Prince Rory’s cock-head was purplish, while Prince Caulden’s was rose-pink, but both were equally as attractive, both equally tantalizing.
“Which do you like more?” asked Prince Rory. “Winter or Autumn?”
I pressed a kiss on Prince Caulden’s slit. “Neither.” Then on Prince Rory’s. “Both.”
The brothers exchanged frustrated glances, but I ignored them and engulfed Prince Rory into my mouth. The Autumn prince gasped and threw his head back.
For the rest of the journey to the academy, I switched from one dick to the other, sucking and stroking and keeping them on the edge until they cried out for release.
I sat up, thinking about that porn DVD.
“Why have you stopped?” Prince Rory’s eyes were tunnels of black, ringed with the tiniest bit of green.
“I want you both to cum on my tits.”
Prince Caulden’s eyes widened. “Really?”
“I’ve never done that before.”
They both shrugged.
Gripping them both firmly by the shafts, I pumped up and down in a steady rhythm that made their knees buckle. My core quivered with excitement at two powerful males transfixed by my touch, and my wings flapped so hard, they created a breeze in the back of the wagon.
With a mix of shudders and roars and gasps, the princes spurted jet upon get of warm, white cum over my breasts. I glanced down to find the liquid had soaked into my skin without leaving a trace.
“What’s this?”
“You’ve absorbed in a bit of our power,” said Prince Caulden with a grin. It means our magic is compatible.
Or I had no magic at all. My brows drew together. If I told them I was human, would they dismiss my memories as an enchantment as Flora had?
The carriage stopped, followed by the thud of the driver’s feet landing on the ground. “Royal Fae Academy, Your Highnesses.”
“Have you decided which of us you want?” asked Prince Caulden.
“Can’t I have both?” I pulled down my skirt over my bare thighs and buttoned up my shirt.
The princes turned to each other, seeming to have a silent conversation. I held my breath, waiting for their verdict. If they forced me to choose, I wouldn’t know which to pick. They had both annoyed and delighted me in equal measure.
“Alright,” said Prince Rory. “I can share you with Caulden. We will make our offer before the king and queen at the end of the beauty contest.”
After straightening his blazer, Prince Caulden held out his hand and helped me to my feet. Prince Rory stood and handed me the boxed up dress in a shopping bag.
Before we could step out, a strong wind tore open the wagon’s exit, revealing a furious Prince August.
“I’ve just heard from Her Majesty, and she says, if Unity Quayle doesn’t return that Emporium dress, she will personally have her executed!”
Chapter 8
My mouth dropped open, and I stared through the wagon doors at Prince August, whose nostrils flared like a bull the morning after a blue moon. The summer prince’s shoulders broadened into the same fighting stance as his brothers when they had jostled over me in the store, but there wasn’t anything seductive about his intentions.
Prince August looked like he wanted to flay me alive. Worse. The boxes piled on the left of the wagon trembled with the force of his anger.
My heart stuttered unpleasantly. I drew back, my shoulders hunching around my ears, and my hands clasped to my chest. What was the big deal about that dress? Moxie had said she’d adjusted it to fit me, implying there was at least one other in stock.
Prince Rory stepped forward, blocking my view of his eldest brother. “I don’t see why Unity can’t keep a dress I lawfully purchased.”
“With treasury funds,” growled Prince August.
I clenched my teeth, feeling like some kind of undeserving wretch. Prince August hated me because he thought I was a half-blood discarded by some noble fae lord, but he would probably strike me dead if he knew the truth.
Prince Caulden wrapped an arm around my shoulder, bringing me into the protection of his large, muscular body. “There’s nothing against the rules that states we can’t purchase gifts for any of the contestants.”
“There’s nothing much in the rules at all,” muttered Prince Rory.
The tenseness in my shoulders released, and I exhaled a long breath. Maybe all that stuff about Queen Titania wanting me punished for obtaining an Emporium dress was just a bluff. Perhaps this was only Prince August being a dick and continuing where we had left off after breakfast.
Prince Caulden gave me a comforting squeeze around the shoulders. “Don’t worry, Unity, we’ll resolve this matter, and you’ll win tomorrow’s trial.”
I raised my head and smiled into his warm, gray eyes, my heart filling with appreciation at the reassuring gesture. Some guys would balk at seeing a girl suck him and his brother off and call her a slattern or something equally as shaming, but not these two. I loved that they were protecting me from their awful brother.
Prince August laughed, the sound harsh and bitter. “Her Majesty also said she would have you both castrated for the duration of the trial if you didn’t stop assisting that horrendous halfling.”
The warmth swelling in my chest deflated, and irritation fizzled across my skin. The Fated could collude with the princes to banish me to the Dark Fae Prison, disobey Queen Titania’s command to have me banished, and steal an innocent faerie’s magic, but I was the one in the wrong for accepting a dress?
Thinking about the unfairness of my situation only fueled my anger until it popped and crackled against the edges of my wings. What was the point of these games rigged to favor girls who had cheated their way into becoming Fated?
I broke free from Prince Caulden’s embrace, walked around Prince Rory, and jumped down from the wagon’s high platform. Prince August stepped back, as though breathing the same air as me would be toxic.
My hands curled into fists, and I spat, “What does Her Majesty have against me? I’m not the one who ruined a girl’s life with dark magic to steal her sons.”
Prince August sniffed. “That remains to be seen.”
White-hot anger flashed across my vision. “What?”
His gaze swept down my uniform, and he made a massive show of tightening his lips. “You comport yourself like a fae in heat, using a form of allure that is distasteful and nefarious.” His perfect nose twitched in an expression of disgust. “It’s an unfair advantage over those who remain ladylike.”
“Do you mean frigid?” I snapped.
The sound of two sets of footsteps jumping down filled my ears, and I felt two large bodies at my back. One of the other princes placed a hand on my shoulder. I guess they were trying to tell me to calm down, but Prince August’s lack of reaction spurred me to continue arguing. He always remained silent when he had no counterargument because I was right.
“This is supposed to be a contest about mates,” I snarled. “What’s wrong with spending a day with two of the princes? Are you jealous because you didn’t get your cock sucked?”
Prince August’s nostrils flared, and he glowered down at me with a fury brighter than the afternoon sun. “I wouldn’t permit a creature as wretched as you to lick my chamberpot!”
The words hit like a slap, making me flinch.
Triumph flared across the summer prince’s eyes, and his nostrils flared. Baring those perfect, white teeth, he closed the distance between us, engulfing me with the heat of his hatred.
“Ignore my warning.” The glee in his voice made the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “Wear that dress tomorrow at the trial and face Queen Titania’s wrath. I will enjoy watching you burn.”
We stood for what felt like an eternity, locked in hatred.
Prince August’s eyes bore into mine as though searching my soul and finding me wanting.
I matched his glower, remembering the first time I had seen him up close when he had tried to steal iPads allocated for the humans of the Isle of Fae. The fucking hypocrite was happy enough to commandeer items made my humans, designated for human consumption, but he wouldn’t let what he thought was a half-human fae consort with his brothers.
“Unity,” murmured Prince Rory, his voice unusually soft. “August is telling the truth. It’s not him that wants you to return the dress. It’s Her Majesty.”
His words seeped through the haze of hatred, but I continued glowering. There was no way I would let this arrogant asshole win our staring contest.
Prince Caulden’s arms wrapped around my middle. “Please drop the matter. Her Majesty has doled out severe punishments to higher-ranking ladies for much lesser slights.”
A frustrated breath huffed out of my lungs as I remembered my first encounter with a high faerie female. Lady Gala had wanted to have me sprayed with molten drake shit just for shouting at a dumb animal. I imagined Queen Titania could be a lot more malevolent.
“Alright,” I said, mentally wishing the Emporium dress farewell.
The other two princes pressed kisses on my temples.
Prince August’s lips curved into a smirk. “Where is the dress?”
I hooked a numb thumb over my shoulder. “In the wagon.”
The summer prince broke eye contact and walked around us toward the wagon’s entrance. We turned around, not saying a word. Prince August held his arms outstretched, and the garment box slid along the wagon’s floor and flew into his palms.
Without so much as twitching a wrist, he raised the lid and stared at the transparent fabric. He turned around, sweeping his gaze down my form and then tightening his face into the type of sour grimace that came from eating lemons.
Maybe he was trying to imagine the horror of me in a transparent dress, or the fabric working my pussy and making me climax. Whatever was on his mind, it was something he considered foul.
I turned my gaze up to the indigo sky, where the sun hung a few degrees away from its zenith. Right now, anything was better than watching Prince August take away my competitive advantage for tomorrow’s contest.