Page 130 of The Fallen Fae King

“He said that you were friends now,” Freya whispers, covering the words by kissing down my neck.

I struggle to hold back a shiver at her touch but don’t immediately reply because to talk about this here is dangerous. I have already allowed myself too much weakness about Lanlin.

When my gaze catches on the shrine, my lips thin. “But I made a blood oath to my brother.”

“Oaths are as much tricksters as prophecies are.” Daire distractingly drops his long fingers to stroke up and down his cock as he watches Freya and me together. “What were the precise words?”

“Am I meant to concentrate?” I demand.

“I thought that you would have better self-discipline.” Daire palms over the head of his cock and moans.

He’s doing that on purpose.

I don’t want to remember the night in the Silver Tower, when I was stained in Tarquin’s blood. I rocked my brother’s body in my arms, before I made the blood oath in desperation.

It is even harder to remember now that Tarquin had planned for it to have been me who died in a pool of blood that night.

Yet it is helped by the way that Freya cups my crotch through my tight breeches and presses.

I hiss out a sharp breath.

“To lead my army as the best warrior,” I manage to get out.

“And you have.” Freya licks the shell of my ear, before tugging on my lobe with her sharp teeth.

“To conquer the fae, as Tarq always dreamed.”

Daire’s eyes flash. “You bloody did. Why am I here?”

When Freya edges her hand into my breeches, pulling out my cock, I buck into her hand. “What oath did you make about Lanlin?”

When she leans up and grips the base of my horn, my eyes shoot open.

A dragon’s horn is even more intimate than their wings or their cock.

More sensitive.

Freya strokes from the horn’s base to its tip with one hand, while stroking my cock with her other hand.

I am defenseless before the onslaught, and as a warrior, I have never wanted to lay my weapons down before anyone but her.

Does Freya understand how strong a claim she is making by stroking my horn? She is proposing all over again, re-affirming her claim on me.

I raise my hands to the sides of her face, holding her still. Then I kiss her, claiming her as fiercely as she is me.

She whines into the kiss, clawing down my horn.

I rumble a growl at the sensation.

“To take revenge on the vampires,” I murmur between kisses.

My cock pulses between her clever fingers.

“Well, job done.” Daire crawls across the bed, gripping my other horn.

Suddenly, I am overwhelmed, caught between my two beautiful mates in our nest that now smells of them.

It is my head that is now held still, as my King and Queen stroke my horns.