Page 153 of Court of the Fae Princes

It surprises me. After all the amazing places he’s been in his life, my room with me is where he’d want to be? Still, I try. I picture this place melting away and my room taking shape. I put a deep need into the image, just the way I’d done when I’d touched his cuffs.

In seconds, we’re in my room, lying on my bed, freshly bathed and in our sleep clothes, snuggled under my old, ratty blanket. And he was onto something, because this is perfect.

Prince Forrest turns to me in surprise, no longer beaten and bruised. “This is all I’ve been thinking about. Whenever they’re hurting me, this is where I’d picture myself being.”

“It is?”

He nods. “I liked your home the minute I stepped foot in it. I mean, I was surprised by how small it was, and by how little you had, but your house felt like a home. Like love. Every inch of it.”

I smile. “That’s exactly how it was. You’re deeper than you led me to believe, Prince Forrest.”

“Forrest,” he corrects gently.

I shake my head, smiling. “After years of using titles, I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to not using them.”

“You will,” he says, taking my hand and letting it settle on his chest. “Because soon, you’ll be queen, and I’ll be one of your kings.”

“Scoot over!”

I let out a shriek when I see a shirtless Prince Cobar bounding up to the bed and leaping toward us. He lands right on top of me and then pounds his chest, a grin on his face.

Then I’m laughing. “You’re insane! And there’s no way this bed can handle three of us! I don’t even know how it’s handling Prince Forrest’s weight!”

“Hey!” the big Fall Fae exclaims.

Prince Cobar squishes himself between us. “She’s right. I’ve seen houses smaller than you.” Then he’s officially between us, and I’m turned on my side, clinging to him, trying not to fall off the bed. “Cozy.”

“Cozy,” Prince Forrest grumbles. “You’re like one of my puppies when they reach adulthood, bounding on my bed, still thinking they’re just a few pounds.”

“I could turn on my side,” he suggests in a helpful voice, turning to face Prince Forrest.

“Not in my direction, you crazy Spring Fae! I don’t want your log hitting my thigh.”

I’m laughing as Prince Cobar switches directions to face me, his eyes wide and innocent. “For your information, I’m only half-sprung, so it’s not a full log quite yet.” Then he wiggles his brows at me. “It could be though.”

“I’ve officially decided that you both were only ever able to woo women because of your titles,” Prince Zane says, and my gaze jerks to where he’s leaning against my wall. “Because these moves,” he gestures, “are appalling.”

He’s right. These guys have zero skills at impressing women, but I don’t mind. They make me laugh. I like being around them. What more could a woman want?

Maybe the fact that you already know they have huge dicks helps. I swallow. Yeah, there’s that.

“I really think Cassia should be in the middle of us,” Prince Forrest complains.

Prince Zane comes and kneels down beside my side of the bed. “I think I like her right here where I can see her.”

The flirt.

I smile. “I don’t get the whole cold fae thing about your Winter Fae. You’re nothing but warmth to me.”

He touches my face. “You have no idea, but I hope someday you will.”

I shiver, trying to ignore my racing heart. “So, what will it be like to be married to you?”

His fingers glide along my cheekbones. “It will be… a fairytale. You’ll have everything and anything you ever wanted.”

Is he sure? “Could we have a polar bear as a pet?”

He lifts a brow. “Would you like a polar bear as a pet?”

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