Page 131 of The Fallen Fae King

I am panting.

“You forced the vampires’ king to prostrate himself.” Daire speeds up his teasing of my horn, and pleasure climbs up my spine, making my toes curl. “He submitted his kingdom to you. He’s your captive. You took your revenge, as bloody misguided as it was. Your blood oath is complete. You’re free.”

Free?

The thought is foreign to me.

Revelatory.

Suddenly, I am flying.

Daire and Freya exchange a wicked glance, before they bend forward and lick down each of my horns from base to tip.

I cry out at the intense and unexpected pleasure.

And it is like flying.

Somewhere, far below, I can feel that I am coming.

But I am lost in the ecstasy of the sensation of being free, claimed, and loved.

“I’ve got you.” Daire wraps his wings around me, as I slump forward.

He lays me down amongst the blankets, cuddling down on one side of me.

I am too dazed to avoid his searching gaze.

When Freya deliberately raises her cum covered hand to her lips and licks the sticky liquid off, I shudder.

“I know how important it is to you dragons to keep your uniforms clean and tidy.” She gives her fingers a final lick, before tucking my cock back into my breeches.

“And that’s not us admitting guilt for messing you up.” Daire winks.

Five stands and stretches, before she wanders down the bed to curl up again on Daire’s lap.

My tongue feels too heavy in my mouth. “Will you officially move into my royal nest? I don’t want you sleeping in the room across the study. It has been agony having you so close but still having walls between us.”

For a dragon, an invitation like this is as special as either a proposal or bonding.

Say yes.

Damn the Shadow Gods, say yes…

“I thought that us turning up naked in your nest would be enough of a clue.” Freya rests her head on my chest. “It’s been just as hard for me.”

I smile. “It’s decided. We shall spend every night together from now on.”

“Hmm, I made that same vow to another Alpha.”

I frown. “We can work on one problem at a time.”

“We shared his royal nest first.”

“And now you’re in mine.” I sling my arm possessively around Freya. “Also, I have something for you, my King.”

I slip my other hand under my tunic to the ring that is hanging around my neck on a leather cord.

I pull out the ring, which Daire entrusted to me before he left for Blood Kingdom — his father’s ring.