Page 84 of House of Vampires and Flame

The stadium was like a vast beast composed of three areas: a general training field with full facilities, an advanced training field, and a raised ice rink fifty feet above the ground with thousands of spectator seats on three sides.

Ice hockey was one of the most popular sports in Mist of Cinder. It was a little different than human hockey, with less inhibitions and more violence, plus it was magical.

I stepped out of the lift fueled by magic and gasped.

In front of me, a spectacular ice skating rink floated in the air. Early morning sun shone on the expanse of ice and made it look like a vast sparkling diamond.

The princes were on the ice, looking absurdly hot. None of them wore protective gear; no helmets, shoulder or elbow pads, or mouthguards. They were showcasing their muscled chests and six-packs with only hockey trousers hanging on their hips.

My blood heated.

Who wouldn’t? Sy chimed in, her gaze homing in on the princes with great interest, desire rising in her. There he is! I want to lick every drop of sweat from the fae prince. I can try the others as well, since they’re all too delicious to resist, sugar.

Not wanting Sy to make more lewd comments, I dropped my gaze to the princes’ skates, only for my jaw to drop in envy.

Every prince had gems adorning the rims of their skates. Louis had black opals, Silas had emeralds, Cade had sapphires, Rowan had rubies, and blue diamonds lined Killian’s skates.

Those gemstones represented their houses.

A squire from each house dropped to one knee to double check their prince’s skates and laces while the princes bantered, snickering, or growling at one another’s comments. From their arrogant, entitled looks, they knew the whole stadium was watching them and took their effect on everyone for granted. But they did have the best chests and eight-packs in the realm.

The audience cheered from their seats; male students stared at them with envy, wanting to be them, and female students ogled them openly, whispering to their friends and giggling with lust.

I took my time drinking in the scene, my hands in my pockets. Then suddenly, all the princes turned their heads and snapped their intense gazes on me, as if they couldn’t help it, as if they were drawn to me like moths to the biggest flame, heat searing their eyes.

A second later, their anger pushed through, anchoring in the cold, logical part of their brains as they realized their unusual reactions toward me.

Their bodies wanted me, but their minds were telling them that as the heirs at the peak of power, it was stupid for them to be attracted to a servant boy.

Despite their resistance, their powers flirted with me, then wrestled with mine. Power called power. Then, like a wildfire stoked by a gust of wind, the locked magic in the princes roared to come out at my call—or not exactly my call. A strand of the wild magic from Underhill had followed me here, prancing on my skin, taunting and flirting with the princes’ power and their deepest need.

With wild magic boosting me and all the powers on the ice, Sy giddily broadcast her pheromones. She’d need to feed soon, and now everyone was her target. All the powerful alphas gathered here tempted her to drink in their powers as they started to drink in mine and the wild magic.

I felt the undercurrent of the princes’ heat and fury. Louis licked his lips, craving my blood more than anything while staring at me murderously. Confusion and arousal flashed in Silas’s amber eyes, only to be replaced by more confusion and anger.

Prince Rowan homed in on me like an icy predator, struggling to figure me out, as he sensed the connection between Sy and me, but only a genius would link Sy and me, as we appeared to have nothing in common.

My gaze skipped the other princes and centered on Killian. I couldn’t help it; my eyes were always drawn to him. A dark, knowing smirk ghosted his sensual lips as he locked gazes with me, which unnerved me more.

The memory of him fucking me in the dreamland burned in my head. Flames leapt up, fueling my lust, and my pussy grew slick with hot wetness.

Shit! They’d smell my arousal.

Quit it, Sy, I snarled inwardly as she kept pumping her pheromones into the air. Or I’ll shut you down!

I wasn’t kidding.

Don’t you just love to blame me for everything? she crooned in vicious delight. But it isn’t me this time. Look who’s leaking magic wildly, little cherub Bob.

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“Your new squire is something, Silas,” Cade said as every prince pinned me with their gaze.

I jogged toward the ice rink, a little defensive, a little protective of myself. My forearms folded across my chest, pressing my breasts hard as I noticed Killian darting his gaze toward them. While his look heated my blood, an alarm blared in my head. Had he really discovered that I was a girl, or was it just a suspicion?

It was bad enough to draw attention from any prince, but when all of their eyes were fixed on me? My stomach flipped a couple of times, and my gaits faltered a little. If I didn’t find a way to divert their attention from me, the day would turn sour.

Why couldn’t Silas leave me alone? Why must he summon me? I thought that he’d forgotten about me.

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