Page 124 of Court of the Fae Princes

I laugh. “You sound jealous.”

He shrugs. “Maybe I was. But would it even matter? You had lessons with me because you had to. You laughed and played with him because you wanted to.”

I scoff. “I laughed and played with you too, all the time!”

“But would you have done so if I wasn’t the prince?”

“No!”

“Ha!”

I roll my eyes. “But only because you’re a royal fae, and you wouldn’t play with someone like me.”

“An easy out,” he grumbles.

“I’m right!” I exclaim, laughing.

He shifts closer, and his hand digs into the back of my hair. “I could accept all that. I really could. If only you didn’t keep breaking my heart.” Before I can respond, his lips find mine, and it’s the strangest thing to feel Prince Zane’s erection pressed between my thighs, and Prince Sulien’s hot mouth on mine.

Thoughts tumble in my mind. That I haven’t broken his heart, that I’ve never broken his heart, but the heat between my thighs and the hot mouth on my lips steals my words.

“Lady Cassia.” The words floats to me as if from far away.

I kiss Prince Sulien harder, and one of his hands reaches out to grasp my breast. In seconds, he’s plucking my nipple through the thin fabric, and I’m wet and ready for him. Wondering what it would be like to be sandwiched between these two men in this lake.

“Lady Cassia.” The voice is feminine. Harsh. And unwanted.

Rubbing against Prince Zane, I hear him gasp and drink in the sound. Letting one hand drop down, I reach to touch him, and find him naked.

“Lady Cassia!”

The image of the two men shatters, leaving darkness, and then a bright light. I reach for them again, but they’re gone. Nothing more than a figment of my imagination that I can no longer hold onto.

“Get your sorry ass out of bed!”

Ugh. No. It’s my dream, I tell myself and roll over, pulling the covers up over my head. The warmth of the bed lulls me back to sleep, and who am I to resist? Especially when I haven’t yet slid my hand along Prince Zane’s cock. Or encouraged Prince Cobar and Forrest to come join us.

“Have you heard about what’s going on? Do you know anything?” The voice keeps talking.

I grumble. This sucks. Take me back to the dream with my four hot princes.

“Lady Cassia!” Loud. Shrill. Angry. The words jerks me awake in a way that’s both uncomfortable and irritating.

I open my eyes and find Lady Nova standing over me, her bright green eyes peering into mine, but I just stare in disbelief. What the hell is she doing in my room, shouting at me? And who the hell told her she could ruin my perfect dream?

The fae from the House of War has her pale white hair loosely braided down her back, and a crown of green rests on her head, drawing attention to the slight point of her ears. She’s dressed in greens and browns, pants and a shirt that look hardy rather than elegant like most fae clothes. Her sword rests at her side, as does a dagger, and for some reason, she seems dressed for war as she stands over my bed.

“Is this a dream?”

Her eyes narrow. “No.”

“If it’s a dream, you’re about to watch four princes do some very dirty things to me.”

Or watch my princes in a dark room being tortured by a shadowy woman with the power to mess with their minds and make the pain worse. But I don’t tell her that, because as much as I’m embarrassed by the sexy dreams of my men, I’m terrified by my nightmares of them.

This time, her brow lifts. “I’m glad I won’t be watching that. Now, pull yourself together and focus.”

Focus? On what? I just barely got back from all the “fun” of being kidnapped and running for my life. I feel like the least I deserve to do is sleep in. But… maybe this is some weird war fae thing. If it is, I hate it.

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