Page 25 of Fae Games

“Would you like to show the Princes?” she asked.

Her words barely reached my ears. I was too busy looking at the gorgeous creature in the mirror. “Huh?”

Moxie giggled and pulled the fitting room door open. “This way.”

There was no need to sashay back to the princes. Not when I looked this amazing. My hair brushed along my shoulders like the finest silk, and the Emporium fabric caressed my every curve. It was like having two sets of hands stroking my skin. Sublime.

As she opened the door to the main part of the store, it suddenly occurred to me that I hadn’t even noticed the dress. Maybe that was the whole point: to get people looking at the wearer and not the garment.

Prince Rory’s forest-green eyes widened when I stepped back in behind Moxie. He rose from the sofa in a trance, and his full lips parted with an indrawn breath. We locked gazes, seeming to share a mutual desire. Emporium was all well and good, but I needed something thick and hard and thrusting to stretch me open to complete what the fabric had started.

“Unity.” Prince Caulden stepped in from the right, blocking my view of Prince Rory. He placed both hands on my shoulders and drew me close. “You are exquisite.”

Bliss exploded across my skin from where we touched, and a quiet moan escaped my lips. I wanted more of his caresses, to feel his lips against my skin.

Prince Caulden fell to his knees, pressing kisses on my Emporium-covered thighs. “Be mine.”

“Now?” I whispered.

Prince Rory crossed the room, his eyes burning like flames. he wrapped a hand around his brother’s shoulder and flung him back with a gust of wind. “I was the first to want you, Unity,” he growled. “Be mine, and I will adore you until the end of days.”

This wasn’t right. I turned to Moxie, my eyes wide. “What’s happening?”

Backing toward the door leading to the changing room, she bit down on her lip. “Apparently, the Emporium is having an unexpected effect. Would you, by any chance, be close to a heat?”

I shook my head. As far as I had heard, half-bloods didn’t have heats, and neither did humans.

Prince Rory wrapped a hand around my waist and drew me into his hard body. “Unity, I’m sorry for not proposing when given the chance.” His lips brushed against my ears, and the fabric tightened and pulsed around my nipples. “After our tryst in that tavern, I was overcome and needed time to think.”

Something moved in the periphery of my vision—Prince Caulden, carrying a club of ice.

“Look behind you!” I shrieked.

Prince Rory raised a hand, and his brother fell to the ground with a thud.

Moxie squeaked, and the door behind us slammed shut.

“What did you do?” I rushed to Prince Caulden and knelt at his side.

“I made him hibernate,” said Prince Rory. “The spell will last long enough for us to formalize our mating bond, after which, he will awaken.”

The winter prince’s chest rose and fell with the shallowest of breaths, and I rubbed the pad of my fingers against his cheekbones. It was like sleeping beauty, and I wanted to wake him with a kiss.

“That hardly seems fair,” I murmured.

“Unity.” Prince Rory pulled me to my feet and cupped my face with his hands. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to survive if you don’t choose me.”

“One second,” I said.

He held me in a tight grip. “I can’t bear to let you out of my sight.”

“Don’t worry. I have to do something before we mate. Will you let me go for a little moment?” I said in my softest, most seductive voice.

“Certainly.” He lowered his face to mine and gave me a kiss that sent sparks flying down to the parts the Emporium couldn’t reach.

“Thank you.” I stepped out of his hold and strode through the doors into the mauve hallway. “Moxie!”

Chapter 7