Page 43 of The Fury Queen's Harem

My heart ached for them not having been able to take their masks off for nearly a century. How terrible it must be to have to wear that thing day and night.

If and when I got out of there, I’d find the ones who cursed us and make them pay tenfold.

I heaved out a sigh.

Even if the dragon princes weren’t my true loves, I’d help them remove their curses. I knew it wasn’t for me to decide, but I was more than willing.

They would have to win my heart. I couldn’t force myself to be in love with anyone.

As I regarded the princes, Rai strode in and flashed me a quick smile, and the mask clad tightly on his face failed to reduce the potent effect on me.

I could get used to that—waking up first thing in the morning and seeing him beam like the warm sunshine that was lacking on this planet.

I wanted to shift to Fae and join him, but somehow my instinct told me to wait.

Patience!

I spread my wings in a morning yawn, and Blaze and Iokul, who had been sound asleep a second ago, bolted up, swords in their hands.

“Daisy?” they called.

My three Fury forms turned to them in sync.

“She’s safe,” Rai said, holding back a growl. “I’m with her.”

He had been having a great moment with me before his brothers drew my attention to them.

My gaze darted between them.

Even one overbearing alpha male was handful, and now I had three. Did I have it in me to manage this?

“Did you have a good night’s sleep, Daisy?” Blaze asked, turning up the voltage of his most charming smile. I bet he’d used that on a lot of women and it probably had a lethal effect on them. When he saw my beastly forms weren’t impressed in the slightest, he dropped his grin. “It’s strange talking to all three of you at once.”

“I have no problem with that,” Rai said. “I’m perfectly fine with either of her forms. The dragon in her smells the same to me and calls to me.” He reached me and scratched my scaled neck.

I tilted my head to one side to give him more room to work. No one had done that for me before, and it felt damn good.

Blaze watched us with envy, seemingly infuriated with himself for not having thought to do the same. He jumped up from the cushion, stalking toward me with the intent to stroke the other side of my neck.

Rai pressed a kiss on my scaled lips before turning to his bothers casually. “We need to map out our next steps.”

Iokul, who had been watching us with a detached manner, arched an eyebrow. “I bet your plan today involves kissing Daisy, since you’re the only one who hasn’t kissed her Fae lips.”

“Yes, that’s the first step,” Rai said challengingly.

Blaze looked resigned. “Fine. Just get it over with. The sooner it’s handled, the sooner the curse will be lifted off our Daisy.”

“Would you mind changing to your Fae from, Daisy?” Rai asked gently. “I know it’s painful to change and it’s too much to ask, but we need to get this curse off you as soon as possible.”

“It’ll be a quick kiss,” Blaze decided. “That’s all. Remember, this isn’t a ritual. Daisy just needs one last kiss to get it done.”

He didn’t want me to savor the promised kiss with Rai. I could do a fast kiss, but I didn’t like his tone. Before I told him what was on my mind, Rai beat me to it.

“Don’t dictate her,” Rai said. “Daisy will do whatever she wants and however she wants.”

Iokul folded his arms across his broad chest and chuckled. “We’re a hopeless lot.”

These men would drive me insane one day. Which moron had said three’s the charm?

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