Page 163 of Atop the Faerie Throne
I suck in a deep breath, then let it out slowly. “I will be. It was hard, but I knew it would be. That helped.”
Jaro kisses me again, before I’m blinked from his arms.
“He’s hogging you.” Lore complains.
“Your definition of hogging would benefit from some self-reflection.” Drystan slips from Blizzard’s back. “Considering that your last date took her away from the rest of us for two days.”
Bree’s hands unfasten the buckle at my shoulder, drawing away the heavy cloak that’s stifling now that we’re no longer in the air. He presses a kiss to my neck in a silent welcome home.
“Pet, I need your opinion,” Lore continues, ignoring everyone else. “Do you think I should get my pearls enlarged?”
I choke on air, meeting his earnest red stare. “Why would you do that? Your pearls are wonderful.”
“Yes, but I counted, and the dullahan has more metal than I have pearls. The wolf’s dick is freakishly large, and with Bree’s ability to split his in two, I’m only one step above the Fomorian.”
“Hey,” Caed snarls, kidnapping me from the redcap with a glare. “We arenotranking our fucking cocks.”
“When exactly did you find time to count my piercings?” Drystan demands, as I slap a hand over my mouth.
“Look, it’s not like you bother covering them up, and I’m just saying, the only thing the Fomorian’s has going for it is the unusual colour,” Lore nods. “Rose’s next fever is in a few years, and I don’t want to be outdone.”
“Lore, your pearls are wonderful,” I interrupt. “Please leave them alone. And… wait. Splits in two?!”
My head whips around to Bree, seeking confirmation of the absolute insanity I just managed to process. My púca’s ears twitch, his cheeks flushing.
“Erm… well… it’s not something I’d ever…” he stammers. “I showed him the most shocking one to shut him up. The other two are much less?—”
“Other two?” My voice is getting higher pitched by the second. “How many cocks do you have?”
Caed squeezes my shoulders. “My dick is not fucking last.”
“We are not having this discussion.” Jaro wades into the middle of the argument. “She’s tired.”
“The distraction is good for her,” Lore argues.
“Not. The. Time.” Jaro lets a little snarl bleed into his voice, grabbing me from Caed and swinging me into his arms.
“You’re just saying that because he didn’t put you in last place!” the Fomorian protests, following us. “Besides, why is he ranking us? Surely that’s Rose’s job.”
“None of you are in last place!” I say, hoping to end the tension as I try in vain to crane my neck and look behind us. “I love all of you and your cocks equally. Now can someonepleaseexplain to me how my mate has four extra ones that I didn’t know about? Or is it three?”
I didn’t make eye contact with any of them, so the charm is wasted, and all I achieve for my efforts is a tiny, amused headshake from Jaro.
“I can shift my anatomy,” Bree finally says. “I have three animals. You already know I can alter my body to be more like theirs.”
Yes, in theory. I’ve seen him with snake pupils, feathered wings, and cat ears almost daily. And every so often he’ll shift his tongue while feasting on my pussy just because he says it lets him taste me better. But hiscock?
“It’s a party trick,” Bree continues. “I’ve never… I mean, high fae don’t like the animal parts of púcaí?” He says the last like it’s a question.
“But they work!” Lore crows, blinking in front of us and kidnapping me again. “And you could fuck our mate with them, if she asked. Which is why I need to?—”
“No,” I object as we reappear in my bedroom, alone. “Your cock is perfect. Unless you dislike it, don’t change it.” I pause, wiggling until he puts me down.
A whoosh of air hits my back, and I turn to look at Bree as he lands. “I’m sorry if you didn’t want to talk about it… I know that was probably private.”
“So private that he flashed all of us without even buying us dinner first,” Lore comments, kissing my ear.
“I wasn’t hiding it.” Bree shrugs, stepping forward until he’s caging me in from the front. “But it’s not something I think of often.”
