Page 83 of Princess Avenged

We exit the cabin, the three of us walking closely together. As promised, Crusher follows behind, keeping his distance, his footfalls quiet on the soft forest floor.

Now that Flame, Blade and I are heading off to have sex, I wonder why I’ve wasted a second of time tonight doing anything else.

Ember tried to sound hopeful, but it sounds very possible that these next few days will be my last.

The fate of the entire world is at stake, and so, even if it means death, I need to get Phil through that portal, even though there’s little chance that either of us will come back.

Given that, I hope to spend what time I have left, showing these two men how much I love them.

I can’t let Blade or Flame know the risks that I’m facing, the risks Phil faces too. Images of what the world might become should the demon’s evil take hold sends a chill through me. I fight to banish it. Right now, I need to focus on love.

The three of us step into a small clearing. Moonlight streams through the opening in the trees high above, kissing the pine-needle bedding beneath our feet. Turning me toward him, Flame palms my head and captures my mouth in a kiss so full of promise, it fills my thoughts of better things sure to come.

My insides pulse, instantly damp and ready. Then Flame releases his grip on my head, and Blade guides my face toward his equally eager, equally satisfying lips.

Back and forth, I kiss the two men, until it’s impossible to keep track of whose lips are where, whose tongue is sliding against whose, or whose teeth are teasing me at any given moment. And then, just when I think it can’t get any better, they kiss me at the same time, both of their tongues sliding into my mouth at once, and it lights me on fire.

An inferno erupts, and it’s fanned by their hands—sometimes holding my head to keep my lips where they want them, but also roaming everywhere else on my body—stroking and squeezing, touching me in so many delicious ways I can barely contain my excitement or anticipation.

I’m fully on fire, and yet shivering with desire.

Flame backs a few inches away from my lips, and Blade follows suit. “Time to get you naked.” He winks. “You okay with that?”

Nodding, I stand between their two imposing figures. I’m breathless, panting, unsure whether I managed to draw even one breath as the three of us kissed. Glancing up, I note the moon is shining through a different group of branches than when we arrived, so the kiss—the innumerable kisses—must have lasted a very long time. No wonder I needed air.

“Take off your dress,” Flame says, his voice turning darker and deeper. “I want to see you naked in the moonlight.”

I turn toward Blade. His silver eyes have turned the color of gun metal, darkening with obvious desire. And my body floods with so much need, I’m not sure how to contain it.

I’m used to these men removing my clothes but love the idea of putting on a bit of a show as I disrobe. In fact…

“You first.” I take a commanding pose as I look toward each of the men, hoping to convey that I mean business. “I too would like to see you naked in the moonlight. Both of you.” And I’d like to drink in a full view of the imposing tools I cannot wait to have inside me.

In a flash, Blade whips off his shirt.

“Slowly,” I say. “I’d like time to enjoy this.”

I try to maintain my commanding posture and tone, try to hide how quickly I’m breathing, how desperate I am, and I’m grateful that my long gown disguises my trembling knees. Although, the fabric is surely vibrating, and these men can sense my acute need, regardless of my attempts to hide it.

The men take a few paces back, both easily within my view. Slowly, Flame lifts the hem of his shirt, lifting it inch by inch and letting his knuckles slide over his rippling abdominal muscles. Then his other hand rises to slide over the exposed ridges.

“Help him,” I tell Blade, and then suck in a breath. Until my kiss-bruised lips demanded it, I didn’t realize this was something I wanted to see.

Blade moves behind Flame, and his hands slide over the Swede’s exposed abdomen. The contrast between their skin tones is beyond beautiful in the moonlight, and Flame’s arms drop to his sides as his brother’s fingers explore his body.

Blade’s palms stroke as he slowly lifts the fabric of Flame’s shirt. Then his thumb grazes Flame’s nipple, lingering there, teasing him. Flame groans in response, his chin lifting, but his gaze remains locked with mine, delivering so much intensity it’s like I can feel the nipple stimulation myself.

My gaze drops to the clear evidence of Flame’s growing arousal, straining to escape from his jeans. If I am on fire, then Flame is blazing, and his excitement amplifies my own.

While I’m still focused on the hardness visibly pulsing under Flame’s jeans, Blade lifts his t-shirt over his head. Tossing it to the side, he lets his hands slide down Flame’s raised arms, his eyes and fingers clearly enjoying the shape of Flame’s muscles, his arms, his shoulders and his chest, as much as I am.

“What’s next, darling?” Flame asks, and I return my gaze to his eyes.

Gulping, I try to generate enough saliva to speak. “Jeans. Take off Blade’s jeans.”

Flame’s expression darkens. Moving behind Blade, he crouches. His hands fall onto Blade’s hips, but his gaze lands fully on me. My core heats to levels that barely seem safe, as I watch Flame’s hands slide over Blade’s hips and thighs, and then slide dangerously close to the stiffness throbbing under his jeans.

Blade groans, and I want to look into his eyes, but my focus won’t leave his erection, watching as Flame runs his fingers over the denim alongside it, teasing him, driving Blade crazy. Driving me crazy too.

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