Page 94 of Princess Broken

Living with Flame for so long, you’d think I’d be used to that smell. My brothers are used to the scent of fresh blood when I’m stressed out. I trace my finger along the sharp blade in my pocket, teasing the skin, not breaking through this time.

Flame lights a match, and then throws it toward an urn to our left without looking. “I can’t make sense of how I feel around her.”

“She has an effect on me too,” I say, and immediately want to take the words back.

“What is it about her?” Flame steps toward me, and light from the fire catches his blond curls, almost like they’re on fire. “When I fucked her, I totally forgot my training. I lost control.”

His words send a rush of desire and jealousy through me. I shake my head, fighting to not imagine what went on between Flame and Ana, but my mind fills with images. Ana bent over different pieces of furniture in our quarters, Flame jabbing his cock into her softness.

Did he drip hot wax on her back to make her scream? Spank her bare ass? Balance lit candles on her shoulder blades to splatter melted wax with each thrust? Smack her ass until it burned? I’ve seen him do all these things, and worse, to females he’s fucked.

“The Master was right.” Looking into the fire, Flame shakes his head. “This is why he warned us.”

“If you hurt Ana…” I’ll kill him.

He sticks his hand in the fire, pulls it out and then closes his eyes as he absorbs the pain of his healing burns. “I did things to her that would be against the code, even if she weren’t our client.”

“I saw.” I swallow a monstrous lump in my throat. “I saw your fingers inside her cunt, your mouth on her sex.”

“Shit, Blade.” He turns toward me. “Its way worse than that. While I was fucking her, I looked at her. I fucked her face to face, like we were warned never to do. And while I was inside her, I could see her pleasure. I could see her urgency, her flushed cheeks, and the way her eyes fluttered when she reached her climax each time.”

“Each time?” The words nearly choke me on their way out. What Flame is describing is so much worse than the things I imagined. “How could you?”

Flame whistles low, through pursed lips. “Shit man. I can’t lie. It was the best fucking thing I’ve felt in my life.”

I grunt, and then slice open two fingers, one in each pocket.

“Hey.” He reaches for my arm. “Stop that. You’re ruining a perfectly good pair of jeans.”

I pull my hands out of my blood-soaked pockets and raise them toward him. “I surrender. You won.”

“Won what?” He tips his head to the side.

“She’s yours. I mean, I know none of us should have her, but shit. It’s clear she’s chosen you.” And my chest feels like it’s caving in.

“No.” Flame shakes his head. Then he stares into the fire. “Fuck. Listen. I have no plans to claim her. Not like you’re saying. Anyway, I doubt she’d let herself be claimed.” An adoring smile washes over his face and he turns toward me. “She is something else, isn’t she?”

“That she is.”

“Buddy, you have no fucking idea.” Flame licks his lips.

I turn away, intense pain slicing through me like I’ve been run through by a sword.

“Hey.” Flame slaps my arm. “It’s clear we’re both caught up in Ana’s magic.”

I nod, still unable to look into my brother’s eyes. My brother whose cock has been inside the woman I so desperately and unexpectedly want to ram my own in to. The woman who I want to touch, all the fucking time. So badly I stole a lock of her hair.

“I’ve got an idea,” Flame says.

I reluctantly turn toward him. “What?”

“Let’s watch out for each other. Keep each other in check.”

“Easy for you to say.” Ire slices through me. “You’ve already fucked her!” I snap out one of my blades, itching to dig out Flame’s flashing blue eyes.

“Buddy.” He raises his palms toward me. “You don’t get what I mean.”

“Then what?” I’m shocked by the anger in my voice.

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