5. Chapter Five

"You." Smack. "Insufferable." Smack. "Males!" Smack. I giggle, lowering my hand to the worn journal resting on my thighs. Ivana handed it to me before we left her shop, insisting that her ancestor—Ivy—wrote some information in it about Breoqan.

I'm sitting on Casmir's lap in the common area with my legs draped over Emrys. They are struggling to cease touching me enough for us to read Ivy's journal. I rest my head in the curve of my prince's neck; he sweeps his lips over my forehead, pulling me tighter against him with the arm circling my waist. His other hand holds Em's, while they both caress the skin of my exposed leg. I'm only wearing one of the captain's shirts, so they almost have full access to my naked body and feel no shame in taking advantage of it.

Xamira mewls, her tail flicking sharply as she sits in front of the window watching birds flutter their wings.

I smile to myself, focusing on my males once more. My soul squeezes impossibly tight at the sight of Cas and Em pressed against each other, almost looking as if they're sleeping. Emrys rests his head on Cas's shoulder, while the prince does the same to his best friend's head. Their eyes are closed, faces relaxed.

This. This right here is the only thing I've wanted my entire life. To be surrounded by love. To feel cherished and important to someone. I was never foolish enough to think I would get to experience anything more than a few moments of another's attention. It was always but a childish dream, wishing to feel loved.

Now? My heart breaks for that part of me who never knew what she was truly missing. I longed for something I hadn't experienced…but if I had known just how blissful this feeling was? Fuck. I would have left Europa much sooner.

When I first arrived on Earth and Andras spent his days giving me the attention I so desperately craved, I thought that was love. I was convinced that feeling was what I'd been dreaming about for decades. But then these two males crashed into my life and the second I saw them, I understood that everything I thought I knew had been a lie.

I shake my head, willing myself to focus on the journal. This is the only piece of information we have about Breoqan, and I'm nervous it will not be enough. I carefully creek open the thick pages, turning to the one that Ivana indicated was the entry we need.