Page 26 of Fae Games

It took a lot of crashing through back rooms, a lot of yelling, and a lot of threats to lure Moxie out of her hiding place. The little faerie eventually produced an antidote, which made the Emporium dress fall to the ground but did nothing to cure me of this extreme beauty.

I changed back into my uniform and returned to the main part of the store, where Prince Rory had laid his brother on the sofa.

His green eyes swept up and down my body, and his face went slack. “Why aren’t you in your dress?”

“I’m saving it for tomorrow’s beauty contest.”

“They may as well announce you the winner.” He crossed the room and gathered me into his arms, engulfing me in his earthy, masculine scent.

“Your Highness?” whispered Moxie from behind. The cringing faerie stood in the doorway with her hands clasped and shoulders curled inward.

Another pang of guilt lanced through my heart at the beleaguered dress mistress. I probably shouldn’t have threatened her, but she probably shouldn’t have let me put on that dress without warning me of its effects.

I twisted around in Prince Rory’s grip, but he held me around the waist and ground into me with his hardening crotch. “Is everything alright, Moxie?”

“We’ve just received a message from the palace,” she hopped from foot to foot as though the marble floor was coated in flames. “Queen Titania is arriving earlier than scheduled.”

Prince Rory’s eyes bulged, losing the previous glaze of lust. “Shit.”

Moxie nodded.

“Is there a back exit?” I asked.

“This way.” She opened the door.

“One second.” Prince Rory flicked his wrist, raising Prince Caulden out of the sofa. He turned to Moxie and said, “Lend us your carriage.”

“It’s for deliveries only,” she said. “Not suitable for a royal customer.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Several moments later, we sat on a cushioned bench in the back of a delivery wagon pulled by winged horses. Opposite, boxes of supplies swayed with the vehicle’s movement. Moxie had been kind enough to supply us snacks with a bottle of sparkling, honeysuckle wine.

Prince Rory sat on my right, nibbling on my earlobes and feeding me featherlight vol-au-vents. He glanced down at his slumbering brother, whose head rested on my lap. “Push the dead weight to the floor. You don’t need him.”

I ran my fingers through Prince Caulden’s silken hair. “Can you wake him?”

“Later.” Prince Rory placed a kiss on my jaw, which sent sparks of pleasure down my neck. Despite having been sprayed with the antidote, the effects of the Emporium fabric still lingered.

I tilted my neck to the side, giving his lips and tongue better access.

“You’re ravishing.” Prince Rory said as he lavished my neck with open-mouthed kisses, sucking, nipping, licking… setting my sensitive flesh alight with his caresses.

“Oh.” My eyelids fluttered closed, and a hot breath slipped from between my lips. This was beyond anything I had ever experienced, and I squeezed my thighs together, holding back the yearning in my pulsing core.

“I want you. Now,” he growled.

“Take me.” My voice was a breathy gasp.

My inner Sicily scolded me for trying to have sex with one brother while the other slumbered with his head on my lap, but I pushed it aside. I wanted Prince Rory. Needed him. And nothing was going to stop me from getting him to finish the job the Emporium had started.

His large hand slipped under my blazer, and he cupped my breast and rubbed the pad of his thumb over my nipple. Sensations more intense than anything I had felt sparked down to my slick folds, and a cry tore from my throat.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmured into my ear. “Are your pantalettes wet for me?”

Groaning with pent-up desire, I squirmed on the cushion. In my haste to get dressed, I hadn’t bothered to put on my panties. Somehow, I didn’t think Prince Rory would mind.

“Open your legs,” he said in a voice so commanding, I had to obey.