Page 36 of Of War and Realms

I pause at the top, making an easy decision to cease their ridiculous meeting. I need to be with them tonight.

My steps quicken as I close the distance between me and my bonds. I do not hesitate before throwing the door open, smirking at Viktor when he cringes at the sight of me. Guess he’s still not over our little chat from the last meeting?

“This assembly is over. The prince and captain are needed elsewhere.” Casmir hides a chuckle while Emrys purses his lips, desire already striking his features.

“We are nowhere near fini—” Conan halts when my eyes shift to him, promising hell if he challenges me. The irritating male scoffs, sitting back in his chair in defeat.

Cas and Em join me, and I practically skip as I grab their hands and lead them toward our rooms. Really—at this point—it would make sense to combine our three rooms as we all stay in Cas’s every night, anyway. That will be on the agenda if we live through this.

“One of these days, I want to use my essence to fuck with those assholes. Maybe trip them in a crowded place, or convince them there’s a ghost stalking their every move.”

Emrys bellows a laugh, the sound sending butterflies to my core. “You never cease to surprise me, love.”

“That’s not a bad idea. Maybe they would focus more on their own asses instead of mine,” Cas mutters. I turn my head left, taking in the tired eyes of my prince. He’s great at hiding stress, so it worries me that I see it so clearly emanating from him.

“Wait—they’re looking at your ass?” I pull them to a stop, feeling just a little possessive. “You know what? Maybe I’ll go have some fun with them right now.”

As I turn to run back in the opposite direction, Casmir swipes his arm under my knees, lifting me to his chest. I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck, proud that I could at least help change his mood a little. “I don’t think so, princess. You’re only allowed to have fun with me this evening.”

I pretend to be shocked. “What about Emrys?” The corner of his mouth lifts, a wildness building in his gaze.

“I don’t think it’s fun Em wants.”

The male in question chuckles, swiping a hand through his luscious hair. “I mean, we can call it fun if you’d prefer.”

I bite my lip and lean in to press soft, languid kisses up Cas’s neck. His head falls back before he lets go of my legs and grabs my ass, forcing me to straddle him. His cock twitches as my core settles around it, the hardness of it nearly making me feral.

The amount of satisfaction that rolls through my body each time I see evidence of just how much I affect these males is unreasonable. Knowing that I do this to them? These literal fae gods? It makes a girl feel good about herself.

My fingers push their way into the prince’s hair, grabbing two large handfuls. I continue my barely there kisses all over his face, jaw, and neck, purposefully missing his lips, earning an evil chuckle from him each time.

The males step into the room and Casmir tosses me to the bed from several feet away. I roll on the soft bedding, laughing at the sinking sensation the action creates in my abdomen. Sitting up on my elbows, I smirk as my bonds prowl toward me, dark promises written in their gazes.

I raise a foot, gesturing at them while I put a wall up to block their path. “Oh, no, no, no. I call the shots tonight.” There’s a sense of power running through my veins; one that I want to explore.

Unless I’m protecting one of my bonds, I have not felt this confident in myself since before him. It’s…strange, but it feels necessary. As if this is the next step needed to relearn my body and take back control.

I want that. I want the part of me back that was so sure of herself and didn’t dissociate each time something reminded her of when she wasn’t in control.

Cas and Em stop in their tracks, sharing a look before submitting. Emrys crosses his arms, narrowing his eyes at me. He prefers to be the one in control, but I can see he will allow me this. “Hm,” I muse, tapping a finger on my lips. “You two get started, and I’ll direct.” I roll to crawl up the bed, creating a little nest out of the thick pillows. After wiggling around for maximum comfort, I look up to find my males watching me with loving, but hungry eyes.

“I said get started!” I wave my hand at the end of the bed, indicating for them to move.

Emrys huffs, shaking his head as he faces Cas, grabbing his hands and walking him slowly to their stage. My breathing increases with the way they hold each other’s gazes, never once breaking contact, even after they stop moving.

Em leans forward, pressing a light kiss to Cas’s mouth. “I think our queen wants a show,” he whispers, still holding the prince’s hazel irises.

“We better give her one, then,” Cas teases. “She can get quite cranky when she doesn’t get her way.” I huff a breath, muttering something about how insufferable they are when they start kissing and I lose all train of thought.

Their movements are light and a little tense, but after a moment they melt into each other. Casmir grasps Em’s face as their exploration deepens, and the captain’s hands roam his prince’s body. In just a few seconds, I went from a horny, feral female that wanted to fuck the life out of her bonds, to witnessing just how much these two males truly love each other, and is just content on watching.

They take their time, removing pieces of clothes with a gentleness I didn’t know they were capable of. I grab onto a pillow, holding it tightly to my chest and lie on my side as Cas guides Emrys to the bed. Cas sits him down and carefully pushes on his shoulders to lay him back. He leans on his hands, hovering over the captain as he smiles down at him with such tenderness that my vision blurs. They exchange a few words, though I do not hear them as all I can think about is how lucky I am. To be in a space that’s filled with pure love, and to be wanted in that space? Every single thing I’ve gone through was worth it just to be in this moment right now.

I jolt when a hand brushes my cheek, wiping away the tears I didn’t know had fallen. I blink several times, looking between my bonds when the surroundings come back into focus. Em is on his stomach, watching me with an unreadable expression. Cas sits next to me, looking worried about my sudden change in mood.

“I’m okay,” I whisper into the blanket of silence that’s consumed the room. “These aren’t sad tears.” No, I feel…happy. Loved. Cherished. Warm. Accepted. Wanted.

Em reaches out a hand and I take it, squealing when he pulls, sliding my body toward him. I halt on my back just as his face appears above mine. And seriously? The male is bewitching normally, but to be this pretty upside-down? So unfair.

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