Light Fae, Dark Fae: Supernatural Menage A Trois

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Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 9,600
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From Bestselling Erotic Romance and Erotica Author Erika Masten

Light Fae, Dark fae: Supernatural Menage A Trois An Explicit Erotic Short Story

Tristan and Julian are the sexiest men Grace has ever seen, and they’ve caught her in the middle of their amorous advances. They’ve caught the town in the crossfire of a war between their families, a battle that has raged for hundreds of years and through more than one world. When an innocent falls, Tristan and Julian reveal themselves to Grace as Seelie and Unseelie princes—fae—whose only chance at peace is to sire a new tribe through the one mortal woman they both desire.

Bonus Material: Includes excerpts from Rough Sex, Rough Love: Hot Hard Menage #4 by Erika Masten and Virgin Harvest: Solstice Seduction #3 by Angelica Masten.

Warning: Explicit sexual content. Intended for mature readers only. All characters depicted in this story are 18 years of age or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual nature.

Light Fae, Dark Fae: Supernatural Menage A Trois
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Light Fae, Dark Fae: Supernatural Menage A Trois

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Even with Tristan kissing my cheek and brushing the damp hair from my forehead, I feel the loss of Julian’s touch as the Unseelie slips out from between my thighs. My stomach tightens, anxious at his absence, even for a few seconds. Somewhere beyond the bed, there is the trickling sound of liquid being poured into a glass. Tristan lifts me, shifts me to sit back against his chest. He helps steady my hands to accept a heavy crystal goblet from Julian, who kneels on the bed before me.

“Wine of the fae,” Julian tells me, as he urges the glass to my lips. “Honey wine, mixed with apple that only grows in Faery.”

From behind me, Tristan says, “The old folk tales warn people about accepting any food or drink should they ever find themselves a guest in Faery. To consume anything from the feast of the fae is to bind yourself to the place, to the creatures, to an in-between untouched by the passage of time.”

Julian kisses me when the glass is just an inch below my lips. “Drink this and be with us always, Grace.”

“In-between?” I rasp, my throat sore from my ecstatic wails and groans. “Will I be able to go back? To the nursery?”

“You will,” he promises.

“But with all the powers and limitations of a faerie,” Tristan mutters in my ear. “Because that is what you’ll be.”

Julian nods. “And with the love and protection of two princes of the fae.”

With both my hands cupping the glass, and with one of Julian’s hands and one of Tristan’s hands closed over mine, I bring the wine to my lips. I wish I could say I pause for due consideration or to enjoy the surprisingly light sweetness of the fluid, but I can’t lose this dream now. The barest scent of apple fills my nose before the heady wine fills my mouth, and I lower the glass only once I’ve drained it. One chill drop trails from the corner of my mouth, and my men take turns licking at it with their wickedly deft tongues.

“How do you feel?” Julian asks, peering closely at me.

“Better. Less weak. Not weak at all, in fact.” I feel intoxicating warmth flood my veins even as new energy flares inside me, making me squirm in Tristan’s arms.

Julian claims the glass back from me. “Good,” he says and tosses the crystal cup aside, unmindful of shattering it against the floor some feet away. He takes my hands and closes them over his massive erection, grinding forward into my touch. “Because the need in your husbands’ cocks is getting painful.”

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