Page 172 of Court of the Fae Princes

He leans up, then winces, breathing hard. “Why?”

Our gazes lock and I have an overwhelming desire to twirl his curls around my finger, yank him closer, and kiss him. “Maybe that’s how I feel.”

“About us?” He seems to be having trouble catching his breath.

“Maybe. So, is that how it feels?” I sit on the side of the tub.

He reaches up and pulls me down for a kiss that’s incredible. Soft, sweet, and everything that I’d expect from Prince Cobar. Then he draws back, just an inch. “That’s exactly how I feel.”

We kiss again, and I realize that I hate these tubs. All I want to do is lay with my men. Have them all around me and never let them go. But the tubs don’t exactly allow that.

“Have you seen everyone?” he asks, panting.

“Not Prince Zane,” I confess.

He smiles. “You know, you can drop the title. As our wife, you don’t need to address us so formally.”

Shit. He’s right. It’s actually kind of silly that I’m calling them “prince” this and that, but it’s going to take some getting used to.

“Good to know,” I say, trying to wrap my mind around the idea that I can really just call them by their names now.

“Now, go see Zane. He needs you.”

It’s kind of incredible. Was I scared about having four husbands? Now, I can’t even imagine having one. They might be a handful, but then they do things like look out from each other and melt my heart.

I rise. He catches my hand and kisses it.

It’s hard not to smile as I leave the room and slip next door, but my smile instantly vanishes when I see Prince Zane alone in a tub, his eyes closed. My heart starts to race for completely different reasons. Did the healers help him?

I hurry to his side and press a hand to his chest.

His eyes snap open, and my breath rushes out. We just stare at each other for a long minute before my hand on his chest starts to feel strange. I move to take it away when his hand catches mine and puts it right back.

“I was worried about you,” I whisper.

“I was worried about you, too.”

We kiss. Without a thought. Without hesitation. And the chill of his lips reminds me so much of him, like the scent of a loved one, that I find my free hand tangling into his hair, tilting him the way I need.

I’m breathing hard, remembering how fragile he is as I pull back. “Sorry.”

“Never be sorry for kissing me,” he says.

“I need all of you to be okay.”

He smiles, one of his rare smiles. “We’re going to be okay. We have you.”

We’re in an enemy castle. They’re wounded. They were just tortured. He’s completely insane.

I shake my head. “That can’t be all you need.”

“It is,” he says simply, and I believe him.

Just believing someone so easily is foreign to me. The only people I trust this much are my father and grandmother, and yet, I trust these men the same way now. I don’t know if it’s because of all we’ve been through, or if it’s because of our mate bond, but the reason doesn’t matter. I believe him, and he believes I’m all he needs.

It’s official. I’m crazy about them.

I sigh. “You know, you guys are going to need to ease up on being so charming and sweet or I’m not just going to fall head over heels for you, but fall all the way down.”

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