Fae's Temptation

Chapter 3

The words are spit in the direction of the steaming Fae, but those violet orbs don't leave me. Searching my skin for something that I would most likely never know the answer to.

I'm overly aware that my bare ass is being touched by his large hands, and that my cleavage on display for his enjoyment. The steel that protects his chest is cold to the touch, but he is so warm. My n*****s harden when he pulls me in impossibly closer, the clenching of his teeth make it obvious that he is holding himself back. The other has no shame staring ver my figure, practically drooling at the sight of me.

"Who are you?" I question lightly, fearful that one too many questions may end with me dead on the floor or in the arms of the Dark

Fae who looks hungry for a human. Both men noW turn to amusement, glancing between one another as I wait for an answer.

"I am Sylas." the Dark Fae extends his hand to me, but I do not accept, making him chuckle before falling back onto my messy bed. "The big beef stick you're clinging to is Thorian, the fallen King of The Summer Court."

A King? A f*****g Fae King has my almost naked body pressed into his chest as I probably still wreak of my own arousal, what a day this has turned out to be. I'm squirming, pressing my hands against his chest to create distance. I don't worry about what I will hit on the way down, all I know is that having a King personally come for me could not be a good sign.

Both men watch as I fight, and only after a few good pushes and curses does the male finally let me go.

I'm on the floor instantly, the wood hurts but I'm standing before they have time to inquire about my fall. My legs are shaky as I stand between a King and whatever the hell the other one was, I would not be asking for his origin anytime soon.

"Look what you've done now!" The royal chastises the now worried-looking Fae, those silver eyes going over my body looking for injury. Other than a few bruises I should be fine.

"Explain why you are in my apartment, while I'm basically naked, or get the hell out!" It's my turn to yell at those who have broken into my home.

I've shocked them with my outburst, neither of them seems to understand where my anger has come from as they decide to move away.

I'm given enough room to reach for the blanket across my bed without brushing one of them, but they don't stop looking as I Wrap the fabric around myself and plop myself down.

If I was going to die then I would die warm, and comfortable.

"Id love to take time to explain everything for you and answer the questions you have but we are in a hurry. We aren't here to hurt you; in fact, we're trying to save your life.

Now, if you will-" My glare cuts off the King of the Summer court, his eyes widening as I continue to fume.

Sylas has gotten off the bed and moved around to stand beside the other Fae. Both make my mouth water as they wait for what I have to say next, the words that will tell them my thoughts on their intrusion.

"You're expecting me to just believe you after you've stalked me, licked me, and refuse to give me answers? What kind of logic do you Fairies have?"

Im laying beneath the Dark Fae as soon as the words leave my mouth, his hot breath hits my face as those silver eyes glow in excitement. I can feel his growing erection against my leg, and when I look over his shoulder to see if the royal will be of any help, I see the wicked gleam in his eyes. I suppose he wouldn't be helping me out of this one.

"We could just take you right here, and then everything would get a little simpler for us. Not that you would really fight, huh? I can smell the f*****g arousal soaking that pretty thong, Girl. Don't pretend we weren't the best happy ending you ever had." The words are growled, and the moan that escapes my parted lips has him grinding against me.

I don't want to be turned on by this creature, but I am. My core is on fire, needing everything these two could give me and more. The only thing I can do to keep myself from begging for him to stick that big, hard c**k inside of me is to push him away. When I first press my hands into his warm chest, I don't think he understands I want him off me, or the man doesn't care.

Instead of moving away, a large hand wraps around my neck but doesn't choke me. The pressure is almost pleasurable, had I been looking for a hot male to f**k and manhandle me. At this moment, I am less than impressed with the action.

A groan leaves his chest as he buries his nose in the crook of my neck and inhales.

"It is very hard not to claim her right here, but Ansel would not be pleased with us if we did." The King says, unfazed by my fight against the male on top of me. My halfhearted pushing is rewarded with Sylas's hardness rubbing against my core. I bite back my moan.

"f**k that hellhound, he should've come along." The words are purred into my neck, a gentle bite on my collar bone and a large hand traveling up my side eases my fighting.

Maybe just giving into the two men would get them out of my apartment? Morally this is the wrong choice, but the pulse between my legs begs for the intrusion of them. My nails want to dig in, my mouth aching to devour them until I can't get their f*****g taste out of me.

What the f**k.

"Get off of me!" I'm screaming once more, desperation clear as I fight him off. I was completely losing my resolve, and that wasn't okay around Fae. They'd take advantage, but if they had any self-respect, they wouldn't take an unwilling woman.

I feel the Dark Fae lift himself from me, my eyes widen as I watch him getting to his feet. The man is confused, a guilty expression on his face as he keeps his gaze above my shoulders. Now he wanted to be a f*****g gentleman!

"I'm sorry about that." The once deep, sensual voice is now light. Something inside of me calms at the words, a trust forming asI watch him move further away to give me space.

"We really do need to get you out of here before anyone finds us. I have no doubt they've caught our scent by now."

By now it is obvious that they will not be leaving my apartment without me, their crazy beliefs that something will be coming after me has me in a slight panic. This morning I'd woken up, eaten a bland breakfast has me in a slight panic. This morning I'd woken up, eaten a bland breakfast of toast and my favorite kind of jam, now I'm about to be carried off by two Fae who like to touch me a little too much. I'd been taught my entire life not to trust these beasts, but something in me wants to.

I seem to crave them in I way I craved food or water. Like I f*****g needed them to survive.

"You are putting me in a very strange position." The words are more whispered than they should've been, but the sympathetic gaze from both males show they've heard me perfectly. The King steps forward, slowly moving to pull me to my feet.

I keep the blanket around me but stare into his eyes as Sylas rummages around my room. He's picking out random items and cursing when he pulls open a few drawers that hold less than innocent items.

Our gazes never leave one another, and after a few moments, his hand reaches to hold my face gently. I'm thrown off by the sweet gesture from such a massive, dangerous man.

Thorian looks entranced as his fingers move over my skin, up my jawline and tucking my blonde strays behind my ear.

"Here you go, Sweetheart. I promise we will explain when we get somewhere safe." Sylas pulls at my legs, dressing me as I relish in the attention being given by the mouthwatering Fae. Their skin against mine has my head spinning, and I barely notice when I'm fully dressed. The last item being put on me is an old pair of shoes from the back of my closet.

"Why am I not scared?" Both smile at me, glancing between one another as they begin leading me from my own home.