35. Trois pour Un

The weight of my decision steals my breath, but doubts creep inside my foggy brain, so I clasp One's hands even harder. "Wait a minute…will the king be able to force himself on me if I'm no longer a maiden?"

Two breaks out in a fit of giggles. "Don't worry, pet. Losing your virginity has nothing to do with your father's bet with the king. And we wouldn't let anyone touch you against your will."

One glowers at his brother. Something dark and foreign pulses in his eyes, and I anchor my gaze to his. "Not even the king?" I ask.

Two unbuttons his shirt as though it's a done deal. "Not even him."

Three caresses my lower back and presses his nose to the side of my face. You belong to us, now.

"What about an unplanned pregnancy?"

"No chance of that happening with all the contraceptive tea we're drinking," Two says.

One lets go of me and balls his fists at his sides. "You can't agree to this."

I shake from head to toe, overwhelmed by the grim curve of his mouth. "Why not?"

"You're dying to say yes. Why are you fighting it?" Two asks his brother. He looks giddy, which should alert me that this is the worst decision of my life.

Three of them. Three Fae lovers, when it's sinful to take just one… Three identical men that couldn't be more different.

I run a hand down One's arm and trace the shape of his muscles to the runes tattooed near the crook of his elbow. The caress coaxes a heavy groan from his lips, and my fingers glide along his smooth skin until his liquid gaze meets mine. The other two fade to the background.

"I love you," I whisper.

"I love you, too. At first I thought I couldn't…and then tried so hard not to—" A cloud passes over his features, and his throat bobs, "Are you sure you want this, kitten?"

My chest heaves with longing. "I want you. I need you to stop thinking about tomorrow and concentrate on tonight. On us."

If there's a chance for us to be together, and maybe even break the curse, we have to take it. The old beliefs I used to cling to are brittle and dry, so I might as well bury them. I want to know what it's like to be his. I crave his kisses and his smiles, and if he would only give in to our love for one night, I just know it would be enough to carry me through anything.

"I feel safe with you." I glance at the three of them in turn. "All of you."

They look even more similar now, standing in a circle around me, and I do not feel like a prey, but a treasure to be cherished and protected.

The intimacy of the moment is almost overwhelming despite the crowded bedroom, like it's perfectly natural for us to gather here together. The powerful magic that pulses whenever the three of them are in the same place seems at peace. Now that their desires are aligned, their combined energy is smooth and comforting.

Two's tongue darts out to touch his bottom lip as he pries a long scarf from his pocket. "You need to wear this."

It's the exact same piece of silk One used when he first took me through the sceawere, and I shiver at the memory. "Why?"

Two moves to stand behind me, and his soft breath stirs the hairs at the back of my neck. "It's a secret, but it won't keep you from enjoying this, I promise." He ties the fabric around my head, and darkness blinds me completely.

"Wait." I hike the silk up my brow, just like I did on the first night, unable to leap just yet. "Do you want this?"

One presses his forehead to mine. "Two's not wrong. I've been dying to touch you," he murmurs against my lips. "All of you."

The possessive way he squeezes my hips drives me mad with lust, and a low growl quakes his throat, his last defenses shattered by the admission. He plants a fiery series of butterfly kisses down my stomach and kneels at my feet. A searing heat liquifies my gut when he dips his tongue inside my belly button, and I bury my hands in his black hair, holding him close.

Two moves to my side and angles my face to him, his thumb hard against the curve of my jaw. "I knew you'd give in… Kiss me, pet. Show me how much you want me."

His wide, satisfied smirk brings out my mischievous side, and I press a finger to his lips instead. "After the hell you put me through in training, I should just make you watch until the very end."

He's always playing games, but he looks downright terrified by the threat. "Please, don't." He grips a fist of his hair, leaving it all disheveled. "I beg you."

Three's chuckle rumbles on my shoulder as he kisses a fiery trail down my hairline to my shoulder blade and wraps me up from behind.

Two holds himself away, his eyes dark and desperate. "Don't cast me aside." He reaches for my hand and places a quick, tender kiss on my wrist. "I'm sorry." His nose wrinkles, and the next words come out gruff, like the very thought of an apology is heresy. "I should have treated you better, and I promise to do so in the future."

My brows lift in surprise. "I accept your apology."

I smile, and he bends down, angling my face to him once more. His lips are hard and yet soft on mine, and I reciprocate the kiss tenfold. All that was left of my inhibitions and fear-laced thoughts vanish along with the feel of his mouth. Two swallows the darkness inside me drop for drop, ravenous for more.

Three unhooks the little clasp in the middle of my bra, and the fabric feathers to the ground. My mouth hangs open on a gasp as Two pulls back and drinks in the sight of my bare chest. Three covers my breasts with his hands and tests the feel of them, still standing directly behind me.

I lean into his touch. "Oh, please."

One licks the sensitive spot below my navel and hooks his fingers under the hem of my pants, pulling them down and peeling them off my legs one side at a time. He kisses my inner thighs, both hands holding on to my waist, and his mouth slowly inches closer to my heat. "Fuck, you're so wet."

Two sneaks a hand down to my folds to test his brother's claim and growls, "Soaked, in fact." He sinks one finger inside me without preamble and quickly brings it to his mouth for a taste. The devious way he licks off my arousal from his finger destroys my brain.

One takes advantage of the moment to kiss the space between my thighs. Holy hells! My hips buck, and my legs threaten to give out under me, but Three holds me upright. He bites down on my earlobe, the flash of pain delicious and new. It keeps me grounded as Two plays with my breasts, treating them as though they were made to be used and abused by him. Three finally lowers the piece of silk back over my eyes with a playful slap on my ass.

In the dark, each of their touches is multiplied tenfold. It's easy to feel the difference between Three's sensual lips, Two's impatient hands, and One's fierce grip.

"I can still tell you apart."

"For now, maybe. But when you're high with pleasure, you won't be able to remember your own name, let alone discern which one of us is inside you," Two says.

My heart somersaults.

"I've got you, kitten." One hooks my leg over his shoulder. I grip a fist of his hair and close my eyes, my head falling back on Three's shoulder.

I shudder, more vulnerable than ever, and yet feeling more powerful than a king as One's tongue pushes me to the brink of a sweet, sweet death.

Two claims my mouth again with a rough kiss, and the spicy, salty scent of my arousal invades my senses. Three holds my back to his chest and sucks on my earlobe, one hand wrapped around my midriff.

Somehow, the thought that they're both here, watching One pleasure me, makes it even better, and the shame of it never comes.

The pressure of their tongues both hurts and liberates me, and I writhe for more friction. One stretches me open, sinking two fingers inside me. Without mercy, he rubs a secret spot near my pubic bone that sends electric zaps of pleasure across my belly until I'm panting. "Yes!"

But he stops right there—at the edge of the precipice.

I choke on a sob. "Please, One. I want you inside me." The clench between my thighs aches, wild and dangerous.

A hard hand curls around my throat. "Just him?"

"All of you."

Two strong pairs of arms guide me to the bed, and the mattress hits the back of my knees, forcing me to perch on the edge. They keep me right there, legs dangling. The sound of a zipper and the soft thump of discarded fabric fills me with anticipation. The hollowness in my belly throbs for One to make me his, and I spread my legs wider as an invitation. "Please."

"Fuck, kitten," One gasps, and the tip of his hardness teases my forbidden, sensitive flesh.

Cold air blows across my breasts, and my brows furrow. "I can only feel one of you. Where did the others go?"

"We're all here," One whispers in the crook of my neck, and just like Two promised, their touch blurs together.

"I don't?—"

He kisses me hard and slow and steady.

A lazy hand slides along my thigh, holding me open, and a thick cock pushes inside me slowly. "We're all here, kitten."

I draw in a sharp breath, waiting for the pain I'm sure should follow, but there's nothing but sweet, tortured bliss. One buries himself to the hilt, the feel of him pressing inside me absolutely glorious.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes!"

He thrusts harder, not quite so patient anymore.

A hot mouth sucks on my nipple as One stretches me and fills me, over and over again, and I feel like I'm going to die. "It's too much!"

A gentle hand cups my cheeks. "You want me to stop?"

"No! I just—I need to?—"

A chuckle echoes in my ear. "You want to come."

"Yes!"

My lover guides my legs over his shoulders and pushes even deeper. The feel of him—thick and snug—steals my breath.

A hand snakes to my sex and draws sharp circles over the sweet bundle of nerves between my legs. My skin burns like I'm about to be torn apart, and I arch off the bed, holding on to the duvet, searching for my other two lovers in vain.

"Come for me, Nell. Now."

I scream, my body, my soul—even my magic—dying to obey his command. My walls pulse around his cock like a snare meant to keep him there forever, and my heart hammers in my throat. The pleasure spreads to my toes and blazes across my entire body.

"Fuck, kitten, it feels too good. I never want to stop."

He doesn't stop, and the feel of him is so perfect and raw that another wave of pleasure pulls me under.

After a few seconds, the others return to my side. Hot, violent tremors threaten to overwhelm me, but Two and Three hold me steady. Their heat wraps me up in an inferno of love. One reaches his release in a series of curses, and my cheeks burn at the dirty praises rolling off his tongue as he fills me with his seed.

His weight vanishes, and a hungry mouth swallows my last whimper with a kiss.

I tear the blindfold off. "Did it work? Do you feel different at all?"

One struggles to catch his breath, standing at the foot of the bed, and I sit up to reach for him.

"We're nowhere near done with you, pet." Two traces the length of my spine and slaps my ass. "Get on your knees. It's my turn now."

I should be alarmed at how little they all seem to care for the curse at the moment, but I understand how lust can fudge your priorities, so I play along.

I throw Two a sizzling gaze over my shoulder. "Say, please."

Tongue tucked between his teeth, Two raises his brows. The v-shape of his hips leads my sight down to his aching cock, and I swallow hard.

He's not going to say please again. If anything, he's going to make me beg. I crouch to all fours, and Two caresses my buttocks like it's a prize.

The tip of his erection brushes my swollen sex. "Will you let me have you? Just me, while the others watch and envy me?" he asks on a low growl, and it scares me how much I want to please him.

His warm hand closes around my throat, and my chest heaves.

"Yes."

He pushes inside me slowly, dragging out the process for as long as he can. When he's all the way inside, he pulls out and starts all over again.

The angle is much more primal, the kind of sex a princess is never supposed to enjoy. Rough, but slow.

One isn't put out by my eagerness to be used by his brother in this way. He stares at me with beastly pride as Two tugs on my braid and bends my body for his pleasure.

Soon enough, the other two Fae are not content to just watch anymore. One pulls me in for a kiss and drags the silk back down over my eyes.

The three of them take turns inside me, spinning me in their arms to slide in and out of me until I'm not sure which one of them is thrusting deep inside, and which one of them is buried in my mouth.

I expect to feel dirty or ashamed, but to the contrary, I feel free and powerful. Happy. I don't care what my father or the Shadow King planned for me. I know I'm made for them and them alone.

Curse or no curse, they belong to me now. Forever.