Page 50 of The Fury Queen's Harem

Let true loves be damned, I said. I’d given everyone three days to seek audience with me, and the hunters had sent only the drones that almost had gotten me killed.

Then another cold question lingered my mind. I had kissed all three princes. If they were my true loves, then why was I still in my Fury forms?

I hadn’t felt the burden of the curse leaving me, except that lust and pleasure had filled my body and my mind when the lightning prince made me come. When he’d roared and spilled his seed in me, I’d felt the same joy he’d experienced, yet I hadn’t felt the relief of being free of my curse.

Even so, I’d felt bonded to all three of them, more to Rai since we had completed the mating. I also had a link to Iokul.

If the three princes weren’t my true loves, then why had I felt so drawn to them like no other?

True lust. Not true love.The words echoed in my skull.

Perhaps I didn’t know the difference?

Blaze moved toward the main me, shaking water out of his pale-golden hair, and a few drops landed on his mask that was etched with the symbol of dragon fire.

His muscles flexed under his armor. I stared at his hard chest, regretting that he’d put on the armor so soon and fast, but in my Fury form, I could do nothing but ogle him, which only tortured me more.

I needed to focus on the war right outside the jungle. I believed it would soon spread here.

It was the worst time to have a lust-addled mind.

But when you were in lust, you were in lust. The mating call prevailed, fueling the fire in me. It had no care that destruction bore down on us.

“Daisy, babe,” Blaze said, stroking the scales on my head, his amber eyes gazing into mine. “How do you feel?”

I knew he was asking if I felt any different after I’d kissed them all.

The cursed should have dropped to the ground louder than a pin, right? Only it hadn’t.

I didn’t point it out, not wanting to dishearten him.

All the dragon princes had tried their best.

“I think we should go join your brothers and fight off the enemies,” my Fury said hoarsely.

“No, it’s safer here than outside the jungle,” Blaze said. “Your safety is more important than anything. You’re the true target. The demons are trying to remove us to get to you or draw you out. It’s not going to happen either way.”

“I don’t like hiding,” I said. “I want to help.”

“I know you do. You’re not hiding. This is about a war strategy.” He touched my face. “Are you hungry, honeybee?”

How many people would call a monster honeybee?

I tried to grin while answering him, but my voice still came out like a snarl. “No, I’m not hungry. The only benefit of being magically cursed is that I don’t need to feed like the others.”

That just reminded him that I was still cursed.

“Maybe we should do more to remove your curse?” asked Blaze.

“All I know is that a kiss from three true loves will lift the curse.”

“How did you know it’s the only way?”

“The words echoed in my head when I’d first come here, just as the voices sounded in your heard when your mask took place on your face.”

Blaze’s eyes darkened, his jaw tightening.

My curse still clinging to me only meant one thing—one of the dragon princes, or all of them, wasn’t my true love.

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