Page 154 of Atop the Faerie Throne
My redcap turns into a whirlwind, grinning like a loon as he darts forward, kisses me until I’m breathless, then blinks away just as fast.
“My safe word is feather duster!” he calls from beyond the plants.
“You’re really going to top him?” Bree raises his eyebrows, tracking the movement of my hands as I reach around and undo the tiny buttons beneath my wings.
“No… but I can tie him up and let Drystan use him as my reward.”
“Reward?”
My cheeks flush at the reminder. “I’ve been good,” I whisper, like the words are enough to summon him.
And perhaps they are, because my three missing mates reach the top of my stairs a second later, Caed laughing and shoving Jaro lightly as my dullahan follows. He hasn’t seen me yet, so there’s still time to follow that final instruction. I take two steps towards the bed, still fumbling my buttons, only to freeze as Drystan clears his throat.
His amber eyes meet mine, and I gulp, twisting the final fastening free so that my dress drops to the floor in an artful puddle. He cocks one brow and shakes his head.
“I gave very simple instructions.”
He did, but he was too fast. Bree has wings and should’ve easily beaten him up all of those stairs.
Unless the three of them sprinted… I finally stop long enough to appreciate the windswept flyaway hairs around their foreheads, then frown.
“You cheated.”
Drystan doesn’t dignify my accusation with a response, and Jaro and Caed are already prowling around me.
“What’s your safe word, huntress?” he asks.
“Stop,” I whisper in the human tongue, the word so foreign after months of speaking only fae.
“Good. You have until I reach one.”
What?I blink up at him in confusion, but he doesn’t explain.
“Five,” the dullahan begins. “Four.”
I do not want to know what happens at one.
Racing to my bed, I throw myself on top of Lore, frantically shutting the enchanted manacles and locking them.
“Two.”
What happened to three?
I spin and shimmy down my redcap’s bare body. He’s grinning like he’s in on the joke, even though I’m fairly sure he’s just enjoying the show as I dive for his trousers, peeling them down his legs before securing his ankles into the cuffs at the end of the bed. His erect dick rubs a sticky trail across my lower belly as I finally manage to twist the lock just in time for Drystan’s shadow to fall over me.
I gulp, glancing at the bundle of silky purple rope in his hands.
Damn it.
“One.” His voice is silky with disapproval, and something inside me sings at what that means for me.
I push up on shaky arms, dipping my head and biting my lower lip. Below me, Lore’s cock twitches again, brushing a line of heat against my wet core that makes my hips jerk.
Drystan takes it all in impassively, and Jaro and Caed appear over his shoulders. “What were your instructions?”
I swallow back my nerves. “Wear nothing under my dress, charm and chain up Lore ready for my reward, and be kneeling, naked, by the end of the bed when you arrive,” I pause. “I’ve done all of those things, technically.”
The redcap is tied up, I’m kneeling, and Iamwithin reach of the footboard.
