Their Little Human

The Fae Prince

Even in Ethan's hazy state, he knows something is wrong. He had lost Veronica. He can't fight through the crowd but even if he could, he has no idea where to go. Everyone is so much bigger than him. Panic sets in slowly. He feels so many hands on him. He's getting pulled in so many directions. Everything is dizzy.

He feels his mates' panic start to surge through the bond, begging for a connection, a way to communicate, but unable to.

Ethan is shoved, hard into someone, their arms wrapping around him on impact and a feeling surges through him, a warmth pulsing through his veins.

Oh no. That's not what Seth nor Seon feels like.

Ethan blinks up. A fae stands a foot taller than him, his green eyes fill with an unknown emotion to Ethan. His skin is dark, looking close to purple. His hair is pulled up and back but it's a silvery color. A frown sets in on his handsome face and Ethan, his drunk mind taking over with the new mate bond taking over the panic bonds, giggles.

"Why so upset, handsome?" he slurs, blinking up at the stranger with what he's hoping is sensual.

"I wasn't expecting you to just fall into my arms tonight." A smirk etches on the fae's face next. He found it hard to be upset at the boy in his arms.

"Well, here I am!" he giggles more, leaning close.

"Milon, what's the hold up? VIP is this way!" Ethan looks to the other male with his mate. They look similar but his mate looks so much more handsome.

"I seem to have ran into a small hiccup," Milon answers, glancing down at the person in his arms. No pointed ears tell him he's not fae. He also doesn't have the wet dog smell werewolves usually carry. His smile reveals no vampire teeth. Milon's frowns sets back in. He must be a human, or at least a hybrid.

"I'm not small!" Ethan counters, his face puffing up as he pouts. Milon couldn't contain the chuckle that escapes him.

"You sure look small to me," Milon replies huskily. "Now you look puffy and small."

Ethan puffs up more.

"Whatever the hiccup may be, lets take it to the VIP booth. It's your birthday, we need to get drinks."

Milon nods, lifting Ethan easily and pushing his way through the crowd. "More drinks!" Ethan calls as he's being carried. Milon gets his name out of him at some point during the walk, inbetween him yelling for drinks and dancing.

When they make their way up to the VIP boothes, they pass the booth Ethan saw earlier. He gasps when he sees them still fucking.

"They're still going!" Ethan shouts to Milon.

"You've been up here already?"

"Yep! With my other mates!" Milon tenses his words.

"Other mates?"

"Yep!" Ethan giggles, snuggling into Milon. "You feel different than them but I know you're also my mate!"

Milon stops, his eyes scanning around them. "Where are your other mates, Ethan?"

Ethan hums, looking around. Everything is blurry, the alcohol settling in more and more. "I don't know. We had a booth."

A woman runs up to them, panting. "Ethan!"

"Veronica! I lost you!" Ethan turns to look at her. "I found him though!" He point up with a wink.

"Oh my gods, Prince Milon! I am so sorry about my friend!" She goes to grab Ethan but Milon holds tighter, jerking back.

"Do you know where his mates are?"

"Yes, I-"

"Take me to them."