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Chapter 9
Ilay on my stomach on a four-poster bed where a princess might have once slept. The first morning rays drenched the room with warmth and light while feathery snowflakes cascaded outdoors. With the door locked, I contemplated sleeping in for most of the day. Pretending I wasn’t surrounded by grizzly bears, or needing to face a dark curse, or deal with princes who had issues. And there was still one brother I hadn’t met yet, but maybe he’d left home, or had something happened to him aswell?
Looking down at my scribblings in my notebook, I chewed on my pencil. A new story idea had crossed my mind the moment I’d woken up and I couldn’t write it fast enough. It was about a lost princess being rescued by two men, but first she had to have sex with each to determine which one fulfilled her the most. In my tale, my heroes were based on Raze and Leven with different names of course. Two brothers so similar, yet different. Raze jumped into action without thought, while Leven seemed more mature and thought through situations. Both brothers were wicked, and despite the princess’s embarrassment, they insisted on taking her at the same time. In my head, I pictured Raze and Leven naked, and the princess quivered withdesire.
I rolled onto my back, the chill in the air pebbling my nipples, and I let myself fall into the fantasy, picturing their strong hands on me. Raze taking me from behind, thrusting into me until I rocked from an orgasm. Leven’s enormous cock filling my mouth, flooding into me with his seed, dominating me. A surge of heat slinked through my gut, diving southfast.
But guilt nudged forward and squashed my earlier desire. Upstairs lay a shifter in agony and I had to helphim.
So I shoved aside the desires and blankets tangled around my legs and climbed out of bed. I pushed back the fishnet fabric encasing the four-poster bed. Before long, I’d washed up, combed my porcupine-like hair, and dug into my long backpack. I hadn’t planned to stay too long, so I’d only packed one spare set of clothes, and several pairs of underwear, a habit Mom had ingrained in me. But the clothes were damp to thetouch.
I should have taken them out last night to dry. I shook my clothes and laid them across the sofa facing the sunny window, along with my sachets of ingredients to ensure they all dried. The underwear I packed was semi-dry, so I stepped into them, but what towear?
I swung toward the wardrobe. It wasn’t as if I had a choice. And Leven had said the outfits were here for guests to use, so I rushed closer and ripped open the doors,smiling.
The vast array of colors shouldn’t have excited me so much, but I was bouncing on my toes. My collection at home didn’t compare. I made a lot of my garments myself with materials I ordered from different realms, but these gowns were out of this world. I pulled out a red number, the bodice covered in sequins, but shoved itback.
“Too fancy for daytime wear.” This morning, I’d find out what kind of curse I had to break, so I needed simple, comfortableclothing.
The next dress was strapless with a layered skirt, and I pressed it to my chest, the fabric silky smooth. “So gorgeous. But not today.” Flipping through the outfits, I found a more suitableoption.
In no time, I got dressed and stood in front of the mirror. Black leather pants hugged me, and I spun to check out the fabric curving across my butt. “Oh, yeah.” The bottom of the pant legs bunched up around my feet. Short girl problem. I rolled them up to my ankles and pulled on my socks and boots over them. The long-sleeved blouse I’d borrowed had buttons that kept pulling open.Crap.The burden of being busty—it was impossible to find a top that fitright.
This one was not going to work, so I ripped the shirt off and plucked out a mustard-colored one, also with long sleeves for warmth, a low V-neck, and a drawstring at the front. Yes, bar-girl style. This I could do, so I tied itclosed.
A final check in the mirror to ensure the outfit embraced all my curves with some cleavage showing. The top stretched across my breasts, so I drew my long hair over my shoulders to cover my breasts and draw attention away from them. Up close, I noticed how dry my lips were, and how red my cheeks glowed. Must be the coldweather.
Okay, now that I was ready, I grabbed my coat, which was mostly dry, and a small satchel of sleeping herbs. While I had no more freezing powder left, I’d take the slumber ones. I made it a mission to always have a spell on me at all times because you never knew what the universe would throw my way. I strolled out of theroom.
When I reached the kitchen, expecting the princes to be there, I found the place empty. Though someone had been awake because a pot of water steamed over theflames.
From behind me, a waft of cold wind curled around my legs, and I turned to find the door slightly ajar. Had someone gone to feed the horses? I did a quick check outside and found the yard had taken on a unique radiance, with the untouched snow glistening and the picturesque image of mountains in the distance crested with white. Pines filled the landscape. Overhead, a hawk flew past, diving somewhere nearby, probably for ameal.
The cold nipped my flesh, and I tugged my hands into my pockets. Following a cobblestone path around the corner, I came face-to-face with an enormous glass dome. Green plants lined the inside walls. I never in a million years would have guessed royalty had a greenhouse, but it made sense. If it snowed often, where else would they get their foodfrom?
Up close, I peered inside to the abundant rows of vegetation and miniature fruit trees. Farther in the rear, a man no top, only pants hanging low on his hips, was shoveling a big pile of soil into large terracotta pots.Leven?Ientered.
The chill faded inside, and I closed myself inside to keep out the cold. A narrow pebbly path ran down the middle of the enclosure, greenery bursting to life everywhere I looked. Tomato plants towered over me, bean vines and cucumbers curled up a trellis, a bed of carrots stretched as far as I could see, and much more. Some vegetation remained covered with a white fabric to probably combat frostbite. Damn, if I could get my garden at home to this level of production, we’d be able to sell them on the market and make afortune.
“Morning, Leven.” Passing a berry shrub, I picked a fresh raspberry and popped it into my mouth, emerging into a small area with a two metal benches facing each other. Beyond that, Leven straightened from his digging and turned to faceme.
But I halted, frozen on the spot when a different man stared back at me. Not Leven, but someone with the same hypnotic greeneyes.
“You must be Bee.” He drove the shovel into the soil and wiped his hands down his pants, striding myway.
Dirt sprinkled his wide shoulders, sun-kissed and utterly eye-googling worthy. He might have been bigger than his brothers, if that were even possible, and strong enough to haul a boulder on his back. Though I noticed his healed initiation scratch marks just above hisheart.
“Yep, that’s me! The witch you ordered. I mean magic caster.” Goddess kill menow.
He smirked and stuck out his palm. I accepted, shaking it. His calloused hand swallowed mine in size, and I chewed on my cheek, staring at how big his fingers were.Oh, my.My thoughts flew to my story from this morning, needing to add him into the mix with theprincess.
“My name’s Ash. Nice to meet you. After Leven and I went out to search for Raze, I got into a massive brawl with rebels near our property, and I had a few injuries to tend to.” He lifted an arm, revealing a healed gash from his armpit to hiswaist.
“Holyshit!”
“I’m okay. I heal quickly.” He laughed and flicked the pieces of soil caught on the whisper of dark hair across his chest. His washboard abs had ridges that made up his eight-pack, and I couldn’t stop gawking. I offered him a smile.Keep your eyesup.
“Thanks for coming to help my brother. Talin’s in bad shape. The last three witches did nothing for him, then returned home.” He retreated and took a seat on one bench, reclining his legs wide, and one arm stretched out across the back of theseat.
