Woven by Gold (Beasts of the Briar, #2)

by Elizabeth Helen

Hate him in the deepest way. The way you can only hate yourself.

“Good girl,” Farron breathes. “And you too, Day. You’re a good boy feeding our girl your big cock. Look how hungry she is for you.”

It’s only polite to tell a fae prince that another fae prince kissed you after your mate rejected you, all before that first fae prince kisses you while his lover, another fae prince, watches. Ugh,

love when you talk shroomy to me.”

He just did up my laces, but I want to throw off my top, all my clothes, and toss myself naked onto the forest floor until one of these muscled idiots fills my aching⁠—

“You know what I’m feeling? Forest orgy. Hear me out, we all get naked and⁠—”