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I want to die. I want to melt into the floor and die.
“Can I heal you?” Prince Forrest pips up. “Maybe it’s a mate thing.”
I cover my face with my hands. “I’m healed enough for today.”
“You sure?” Prince Zane asks, and he sounds far too excited at the thought.
“No one heals me anymore. Ever. If I get hurt, you let me die. Understood?” I say, my voice a couple pitches too high.
“Or…” Cobar begins before clearing his throat. “Well, it’s our job to take care of your every need. We’d be more than happy to take care of this, too.” As if to emphasize the point, he shifts back and forth, rubbing himself against me.
I spring from his lap. “No more erections! No more healing me!”
Prince Zane clears his throat, his eyes on my body. “May I suggest if you don’t want any more erections you do something about that see-through shirt?”
I glance down. If I thought I was going to die before, that’s nothing compared to how I feel now. Given the white shirt and my wet body, it’s like I’m standing naked in front of them. Quite literally, I can see every curve of my breasts, my nipples, and even the hair between my thighs.
Shrieking, I cover myself with my hands, and Prince Zane springs to action, draping a blanket over me. One that I pull extra tightly around my body, even while Prince Zane lingers. When my eyes roam over him, I see the icy prince sporting an erection that the gods would be proud of.
I point at all of them. “You just keep those,” I point at Prince Zane’s erection, “away from me.”
Prince Zane reaches down and tries to shift his cock into a direction that doesn’t point straight out, but he fails miserably. That anaconda refuses to be tamed. And when I find myself licking my lips, and our gazes meet again, I swear Zane’s about to mount me. Ride me like a damn horse. And if there wasn’t a handful of men who would join in too, I might seriously consider it.
Instead, I take Prince Zane’s spot on the log and say, “You and Prince Cobar are sharing.”
They obey without a word, and for a second everyone is staring at me in silence.
“You know,” Prince Forrest begins, “you’re the one who was talking about your tingling pussy. We’re men, for gods’ sake, men who have a deep urge to fuck our mate.”
“Forrest,” Prince Zane groans.
“What?” the man says, bristling. “You got all hard at the mention of her tingling pussy too, and then to see the damn things on display… What are we, eunuchs? We have needs.”
I pull the blanket tighter around me. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back at the Summer Court soon, and you’ll have all the fae you can fuck.”
Cobar sighs. “Haven’t we made our feelings concerning this topic clear? None of us wants anyone but you.”
“Because I’m your mate,” I say.
He nods. “Because you're our mate.”
And what if I wasn’t?I stare at the fire, some part of me dying a little inside.
EIGHTEEN
Cassia
It’s late at night, and I’m snuggled into Prince Sulien’s blankets since he’s yet to return. The fire crackles pleasantly as the others sleep, but I can’t seem to sleep, no matter how tired I am. Something about all of this has left me feeling insane. The men in my dreams, and the men standing here, are blending together.
I don’t know what to believe anymore.
Leaves break softly across the fire and Prince Sulien emerges from the woods. He looks like he just stepped out of the river. His hair is wet. His skin glistens, and his shirt is unbuttoned. And yet, his expression is fierce as it falls onto me.
I swallow hard, then lift the blankets to welcome him beneath them. He hesitates, then moves quietly across the campsite, removing his boots before sliding beneath the blankets. I shiver as his cold body presses against mine, and he rubs his hand against my arm in an attempt to warm me. It only serves to make me colder for a long minute before the chill changes to heat.
Turning around, not sure why, our gazes meet. I comb the hair back from his face over and over, liking the feel of his silky strands between my fingertips. His eyes close, and with the intensity of them blanketed, I feel safer. I touch his hair, his cheeks, and his neck, feeling strangely like I’m doing something wrong. This is my prince, right? A fae too. I have no rights to him, and yet, he feels like mine, just like the others do.
When I move my hands down his chest, his hands suddenly catch mine. I look up to see his smoldering gaze locked on me, and then his lips descend onto mine.
