How to Keep a Fae

I’m a feeder. My role is to give blood.
A transaction, nothing more.
We’re not supposed to have favorites nor nurture infatuations.
And we’re definitely, under no circumstances, supposed to fall in love.
But I did—twice.
A human alpha who steals my breath and calls me his queen.
An intense, dominant fae warrior who unbridles new desires.
I wonder if they feel the same way.
If they ever talk about me.
As it turns out, the two men are best friends and they both want to claim me.
What they haven’t realized is that they’re both pursuing the same fae… at least, not yet.