Page 2 of Blood of the Ruthless

I don’t know what to say as I look between the two men. Prince Sulien with his dark hair and strange eyes, and the Spring Prince beside us, with his golden ringlets and beautiful face. Both men handsome. Both men tempting.I’d have to be insane to turn them away, wouldn’t I?

“Trust us,” Prince Cobar tells me, his expression sincere. “We’ll stop anything if you don’t like it.”

Not knowing what else to do, I nod. I’d always been a risk taker. Why not with something like this? Whatever happens, I have a feeling I’ll never forget the experience, that’s for damn sure.

Prince Cobar lies down on the bed beside us and, gripping my chin between his fingers, turns my head toward him. “You’ve kissed one prince, time to compare.”

His soft lips are suddenly on mine, but before a protest comes to my mind, I’m melting into his kiss. It’s so different from Prince Sulien’s. His lips are fuller, softer, less demanding. It’s more like he’s tasting me. Testing me. And I don’t mind it one bit.

I feel Prince Sulien reach between us and feel the whisper of a chill on my thighs before he’s there. Touching me again. His thumb just barely brushing my entrance. Teasing me in a new and frustrating way before he parts me and begins to stroke my core.

A shudder rolls through my body.Two isdefinitelybetter than one.

“My turn.” Another familiar voice calls out.

I shiver at the sound of Prince Frost’s voice. At the idea of the Winter Prince catching us like this, I break from Prince Cobar’s kiss, breathing hard, and look up into the pale eyes of Prince Frost. Only, I’ve never seen his gaze heated this way before.

Without a word, he lies down on the bed beside me, and then his lips are on mine. His cold, incredible lips. I feel goosebumps rise across my skin as I sink into the feeling of this handsome man. As I think about what it would be like to feel these chilled lips on other parts of my body.

Someone is undoing the buttons at the top of my gown.Prince Cobar.Prince Sulien is occupied with making me wet and ready, stroking me in a way that tells me he’s practiced this far too much. When the cool air touches my breasts, Prince Cobar’s mouth closes around one nipple while his fingers pluck the other.

I’m overwhelmed. Bucking my hips. Wanting more. While wondering if I could even handle more.

“Is there room for me?”

My lips break from Prince Frost’s, and I see Prince Forrest standing in front of us. He’s shirtless. His red hair streaming down his back. An aroused, almost jealous, look on his face.

I try to close my legs against his gaze, but Prince Sulien is there, keeping me spread. When Prince Forrest’s gaze moves from my pussy up to my exposed breasts, his gaze goes wild, and it’s suddenly hard to breathe as I think about the wild Fall Fae slamming into my body.

“I can make good use of that pretty mouth,” he growls, reaching for his pants.

“Maybe this is too much. Too fast,” I whisper, heart hammering.

Prince Frost turns a glare to Prince Forrest. “We agreed we’d take this slowly. For everyone’s sake.”

He stands there for a minute, then nods, his expression gentling. Going to the side of the bed where Prince Cobar is focusing on my breasts, he kneels down beside me, as close as he can with the other men all around me. “Sorry, got a little jealous there. Didn’t want to be forgotten.”

“How could I forget you?” Leaves my lips before I can stop the words.

He smiles. A really genuine smile, then leans down and kisses me. And, it’s strange. Even his lips are rougher. Harder. More demanding.

Just like the man himself.

And yet, I suddenly don’t mind it. I start to relax again as Prince Frost takes one breast, Prince Cobar takes the other, and Prince Sulien strokes me slowly, building my arousal in a way I’ve never felt before. It’s like the best orgasm of my life was a five, but I’m already at a six, and I haven’t even climaxed. I know this is going somewhere else, somewhere good, but where?

“I really want to taste you,” Prince Sulien whispers near my thighs. “Can I taste you, my sweet bride?”

I’m about to answer when everything changes in a way that’s frightening and disorienting. I can’t feel my men touching me. Sound fades away, and everything grows dimmer. I reach for my men, but my hands feel nothing. The princes disappear into the darkness along with the fluffy bed and my sense of safety.

Something is wrong. Everything in my body hurts.

I groan and open my eyes. It’s dark and smelly… not at all a fluffy bed with hot fae princes. My eyes dart around as I try to figure out where I am, and for a minute, my heart races. For some reason, I have trouble placing everything.

Where the hell am I?

Then, I remember.Fuck.Everything comes rushing back to me. I’m still bumping up and down along the road as a prisoner in a goddamn cart. Heading east. Always east, alway from the Summer Court and toward the rising sun.

I shake my head.What the hell is wrong with me?I’ve been kidnapped. I’m bouncing around in the back of an ironclad cart, anillegalcart made of iron, going who the hell knows where, but I’m primed and ready to fantasize about the fae princes I’m supposed to marry.

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