Chapter 18

EIGHTEEN

Cassia

It's late at night, and I'm snuggled into Prince Sulien's blankets since he's yet to return. The fire crackles pleasantly as the others sleep, but I can't seem to sleep, no matter how tired I am. Something about all of this has left me feeling insane. The men in my dreams and the men standing here are blending together.

I don't know what to believe anymore.

Leaves break softly across the fire and Prince Sulien emerges from the woods. He looks like he just stepped out of the river. His hair is wet, his skin glistens, and his shirt is unbuttoned. And yet, his expression is fierce as it falls onto me.

I swallow hard, then lift the blankets to welcome him beneath them. He hesitates, then moves quietly across the campsite, removing his boots before sliding beneath the blankets. I shiver as his cold body presses against mine, and he rubs his hand against my arm in an attempt to warm me. It only serves to make me colder for a long minute before the chill changes to heat .

Turning around, not sure why, our gazes meet. I comb the hair back from his face over and over, liking the feel of his silky strands between my fingertips. His eyes close, and with the intensity of them blanketed, I feel safer. I touch his hair, his cheeks, and his neck, feeling strangely like I'm doing something wrong. This is my prince, right? A fae too. I have no rights to him, and yet, he feels like mine, just like the others do.

When I move my hands down his chest, his hands suddenly catch mine. I look up to see his smoldering gaze locked on me, and then his lips descend onto mine.

It's magic. Fucking magic. The power of his lips as they press harder. As they capture mine and his tongue slips inside, his hand weaves into the back of my hair, tugging me closer, holding me the way he wants.

And I can't get enough of him.

My hands begin to roam over his chest, over his shoulders, then down his belly. He stiffens as I move beneath his shirt and stroke my fingers along the muscles over his stomach and chest. His breathing grows more rapid. Mine matches his. Then I slide lower, slipping into his pants with one hand.

He smothers a groan against my lips as I start to pump him. He's hard, erect, and everything I've been so desperate to have. It's like from the moment I was back in the company of these men my libido shot through the sky, and I've been desperate to soothe it.

My hands glide up and down his hard length when one of his hands tugs up the shirt I'm wearing. His fingers stroke my thigh until I spread my legs for him, and then he moves between my legs and runs his finger along my opening.

I spread further, and then he's inside my folds, running his fingers through them, making me change from wet to soaking with each expert touch. His thumb circles my clit, never touching it, just growing my arousal until I feel like I'm going to go mad.

"Prince Sulien," I pant, breaking from our kiss ever-so-slightly.

"It's Sulien to you,' he growls, then rubs my clit.

I cry out. His mouth is on mine again, silencing me. And I need that. I need that before I start screaming.

One of his fingers pushes into my opening as he continues to circle my clit, and he pumps in and out in tune with me pumping his cock, a cock wet with precum. Then he adds another finger, and another.

I toss my head back, glancing at the others, and find their eyes open. Prince Forrest has his hand wrapped around his cock, his big cock, naked in the light of the fire, and Prince Cobar's and Prince Zane's erections are clear, even through their blankets.

"Sulien," I pant in alarm.

His head lifts, and he sees the others. Kissing his way down my throat, he whispers, "What do you want?" He rubs my clit, drawing a gasp from my lips. "You want them to watch? Or to join in?"

My head is spinning. I don't know what to say. "I'm not ready to fuck any of you. I'm not ready to be your mate."

There. That was something. That made my wishes clear.

"We don't have to fuck you to enjoy you," Prince Zane says. "There are far more ways to please our mate."

"Not your mate, just Cassia," I whisper, practically beg .

"Just Cassia," Prince Zane says, and there's a desperation to his voice that makes me even hotter.

Prince Sulien adds another finger inside me, and I'm practically delirious. "Want them to join?"

"Yes." The word slips from my lips before I can stop it.

The men don't hesitate. They emerge from their blankets and settle around me, Prince Cobar at my other side, Prince Zane between my thighs, and Prince Forrest near my mouth. I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do. But they seem to know.

"I'm scared," I whisper.

Prince Forrest still has one hand around his naked cock, but he leans down so that he's against my ear. "Don't be afraid, little mate, we're yours. You can stop this at any time."

What he says, oddly enough, brings me comfort.

Then, I feel a strange chill between my thighs and Zane's mouth is there, pressed against my clit. I cry out from the intensity of that cold mouth of his in such a hot place, but then Sulien continues to pump his fingers in and out of me, and Zane starts licking.

It's amazing. If I thought Sulien's touch was magic before, it's nothing compared to now.

They move together, like a perfect machine, and I'm left crazed from pleasure. Prince Cobar works the tie on the top of my shirt, and then the cold kiss of the night air is on my breasts. He leans down, and then his warm mouth catches my nipple while his hand finds the other.

I'm going to lose my mind.

Without a thought, I lift my hand to Prince Forrest and push his hand away from his cock with mine. Then I begin to pump Prince Sulien and Prince Forrest together. It's amazing. I love being touched, but I love touching them, too. The looks of pleasure on my men's faces is incredible.

I want this moment to last forever.

Prince Zane is insane. His tongue. His mouth. It was made just for this. And Prince Sulien's fingers are no less skilled. My pussy feels like it's vibrating. Like it's coming alive for the first time in my life.

My nerves sing from Cobar's attention to my breasts. Tingles run through my body, straight to my core, and I'm having trouble catching my breath.

"Fuck!" I groan. "Fuck, I'm going to come!"

"Come then," Prince Forrest growls. "Fucking come for us!"

And I do. The orgasm hits so hard that I'd have crumbled to my knees if I was standing. It hits so hard that the moon and the stars overhead swirl together, and I'm screaming, shouting their names, curses, pleas for more and for less all at the same time.

Hot cum slides down my hands, but I don't stop pumping until I'm sure they're done. And then I'm ragged, collapsing against the blankets, shaking with pleasure.

Prince Zane pulls from between my thighs looking cocky, pleased as fuck with himself, and Prince Cobar is no better. They all look proud, but it's Prince Zane and Cobar that I'm focused on.

"Did you come for me?"

"I'm close," Zane whispers, like that's enough.

Prince Cobar nods. "I can finish myself with nothing at all." He undoes his pants and reaches for his long, thick cock .

I push his hand away. "Come here, Prince Zane and Cobar."

None of them know what I'm doing until they've shifted around, then their eyes widen as I gesture for them to come closer. They seem in disbelief as they kneel at each of my sides, but I tell them to come closer, then wrap my mouth around one cock, then the other. I switch between the two in a rhythm that feels natural.

Prince Zane makes a strangled sound.

Prince Cobar curses.

I take them both into my mouth and start sucking and stroking. At first, they remain still, and then they begin to pump in and out of me. Slow. Cautious. As if afraid to hurt me.

But I want more. I want all of them.

Taking them deeper and deeper, I choke around the sheer size of them as they hit the back of my throat. They start to pull back, but I hold them in place, sucking and working them until they come together, and it's pure bliss as their cum hits my tongue and I'm shocked by the taste of them.

Chocolate. Pure chocolate. How the hell do they taste like my favorite thing in this world?

Fuck. I'm a sucker. I'm a sucker for these men.

They pull out of me and collapse back.

"Cassia," Prince Cobar whispers. "Thank you. Just, fucking thank you."

Prince Forrest laughs, the sound low and gravelly. "Soon, we'll be doing that every night and more."

I stiffen. "This was a one-time thing." Panic uncurls in me. "I'm not agreeing to marry you."

They're quiet for a minute before Sulien pulls me against him. "We have time to discuss this. We can do it later."

Yes, later, way later, because I just did something crazy, and I need more than a little time to think.

The men drag their blankets closer until they're all around me, and as panicked as I feel about what I just did, it's nice to have them around me. It feels… right in a way nothing else has in my life.

Which is even more terrifying.