Dinner’s been eaten, Chinese takeout, and pizza tucked away in a feast that’s crossed cultural borders. I even insisted on paying, even though every single restaurant gave us double orders and wanted to refuse to charge us.

All my bags are packed. Tomorrow morning, it’s time to go, and Tyler and I are in the kitchen, cleaning up the last when he winces, rubbing his arm. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm?” he asks, looking at me before understanding. Faerie healing might repair a broken arm in two days, but it’s not perfect. Especially when the doctor is his own patient. “Yes, just still sore.”

“I . . . I’m sorry that I caused you pain,” I whisper, taking his hand off the injured spot and massaging his muscle. It’s still bruised, the purple fading as I touch it, watching my fingers trace over his skin. “If I could have reached all four of you—”

“I know you would, Princess,” Tyler says softly. “But you saved Jacob’s life with your powers. For Joe to be able to thrall all five of us . . . he was powerful, indeed.” He lifts my chin, looking into my eyes. “Eve, there is nothing to be sorry for. We’ll go to Lunaria, you’ll learn your powers, and you’ll be more powerful than any of us.”

“And you?” I ask, the unspoken fear hanging heavy in the air. “You four will—”

“We’ll stay with you. While you’re in training, you’ll need guides, ambassadors to the Fae realm to make sure that you acclimate and stay safe.”

I smile, reassured as I reach out. Tyler pulls me to him and I let his long arms envelop me, burying my face in his chest. He strokes my hair, murmuring wordlessly. It feels totally natural when I turn my lips up to him, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him deeply.

I don’t quite know what the Fae feel for me—their hearts are so open and overflowing with happiness and love that it’s hard to pluck my thread out of the rivers that pour forth from each of them—but I know what I feel as Tyler picks me up, his hands scooping underneath me in order to hold me easily in the air as our kiss deepens. “Princess.”

“Why do you call me that?” I ask, nibbling at his neck. “I thought it was a joke of Jacob’s, along with honey buns and sugar tits and every other construction site nickname he has for me.”

Tyler moans, squeezing my ass as I lick at his throat. He didn’t shave today, his skin rasping just a little under my tongue as I find his ear. “You are of noble blood, maybe even royal. We can feel it,” he explains. The knowledge thrills me and makes me feel even more special. I might be a princess, and if so, these four are my knights, maybe even my princes. “You deserve the title.”

“Take me to the living room then . . . and your brothers,” I whisper, feeling his cock press against my inner thigh. “I want you all.”

I don’t have to worry. All four of my guardians are waiting for me as Tyler brings me in, setting me down in the middle of the carpet. Jacob’s already hard, his cock swelling his pants and making my mouth water as I push him aside, smirking.

No words are needed. I just nod, looking at them and slipping off my T-shirt.

Cole nods back, sitting on the sofa while Tyler perches, the two of them both so different, but I care for both so much. They call me Princess, but Cole’s already a prince as he watches me strip, his cock rising in his pants until I turn to look at Noah, who looks at me with wide, passionate eyes. With a nod himself, he approaches me, kissing me powerfully as we sink to the carpet, his hands stroking my breasts and tugging on my nipples until I’m moaning, my pussy soaked and dripping as I cup his cock, pushing his pants down and stroking him.

I kiss down Noah’s huge rock-hard chest, muscles like slabs of sidewalk on his torso before licking his nipples and making him gasp. He reaches over my back, running a hand over my ass before slipping a finger between my pussy lips, swirling it back and forth as I stroke him, moaning.

I lick my way down to Noah’s cock, tasting it and teasing his head with my tongue as he slides deeper into my mouth. I suckle on his head, popping my lips around him as he holds back with all his strength and self-control until he growls, adding another finger to my pussy as he pumps them in and out, his thumb massaging my asshole.

“Mmm,” I mumble around his cock, loving every stroke. He brings me to the edge before I pull back, gasping. “Wait. I need your cum.”

Noah nods, waiting as I turn around to see Tyler and Cole both leaning back, their cocks standing straight and proud for me. I lick my lips, running my hands up their calves to their thighs before looking over my shoulder at Noah. “Noah?”

“Yes, Princess?” he asks, his cock standing straight out, dripping wet with my saliva and his precum.

“Show me how fucking strong you are,” I growl. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jacob leaning against the wall, his cock hard and standing out, giving me a slow nod as I kiss Cole’s and Tyler’s thighs.

Cole makes an amused sound as I grab their cocks, pumping them with each hand as Noah grabs my hips, his cock pressing against my entrance, spreading me open.

“Fuck,” I groan as Noah thrusts inside me, and I lean forward and swallow Tyler’s cock. He throws his head back as I moan around him. Noah pauses, grinding as I bob up and down on Tyler’s cock before switching to Cole, licking him from his balls all the way to his tip. I lock eyes with him, swallowing him slowly.

He moans while I slide him deeper over my tongue. Behind me, Noah begins pumping in and out, my hips slapping as he takes me harder, not fast but wanting to draw this out, loving every second of our contact. I love it back. I love them all.

Cole runs a hand through my hair, unable to resist pushing me down on him, encouraging me to take him deeper. He moans, his hips lifting to thrust as deep as he can.

Suddenly, a jolt comes over me as Noah smacks my ass, his inner power coming out as our bond forms tighter. I push back and squeeze his cock as tight as I can, and Noah’s fingers dig deep into the flesh around my hips as he fucks me harder and harder, my body overwhelmed as he takes me ferociously. Thoughts lose all coherence as I devote everything to my guardians . . . my lovers . . . and more. Everything becomes thrills shocking up my spine as Noah turns my pussy to molten heat.

Tyler’s ready first, I can see it in his eyes. I switch and swallow him deep, and he comes hard down my throat, crying out my name in a raspy gasp as he fills my mouth with his sweetness. I feel Noah swell next, his cock stretching me wider and pushing me into ecstasy. I cry out, stroking Cole as I come around Noah’s cock, squeezing him until he also groans, his deep voice thundering through the air. “Princess!”

I feel Noah come, each hot spurt sending me further up the heights of bliss as I stroke Cole faster. He grunts, and an instant later, I get my third dose of perfect Fae goodness.

“I hope you aren’t worn out, sugar buns,” Jacob says, smirking as I look over at him. He’s stripped, his cock so sexy as he smears his precum all around himself. “You still haven’t gotten to the main event.”

Jacob crosses over, kissing my sweaty back as Noah takes a place on the floor. Jacob kisses up to my neck and nibbles on my ear. He reaches around and massages my breasts. “Thank you for this gift, Eve. You can trust me,” he whispers.

“I trust you with everything, Jacob,” I whisper in reply, looking back and kissing him. “All of you.”

Jacob’s tongue swirls with mine while he reaches down, his wet, slippery fingers finding my tight asshole and teasing it. I moan. This is even better than I thought it would be.

“It gets better,” Jacob promises me as I relax, opening to a finger. He slips it in, his eyes captivating me as he pumps it in and out. I’m moaning. This is different, kinky but not naughty at all as I get this tingly feeling all through my hips and spine. “Mmm, I don’t need telepathy to see you like this.”

“You feel so good inside me, so full," I moan as Jacob adds another finger, his eyes daring, turned on and amused as he stretches me more. When I’m moaning, pushing back into his pumping fingers, he withdraws them, taking his rock-hard cock in his hand and lining up with me. I entwine my fingers with Cole and Tyler, willing myself to relax as I feel Jacob’s cock press against my sphincter, spreading me open. Gods, this is going to feel so good—

“What the fuck are you doing?” a shrill female voice says as suddenly, the living room is filled with four women. “Her Highness sent you to retrieve the target, not fuck her!”

Jacob pauses, and I look over to see a tall, golden-haired woman along with a trio of others. All of them are beautiful . . . and all of them are pissed.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, you couldn’t have waited ten minutes?” Jacob says, pulling back and turning to face them. “We’re leaving in the morning.”

Who is this? I ask, my body still trembling.

Four of Queen Cassina’s Handmaidens, Noah replies. Led by Lysette, one of her most personal guard and trusted advisors.

Tyler, visibly annoyed by the sudden interruption, gets up. “Lysette, please. We have been busy with our mission and—”

“You lie!” Lysette screams, her hand flying out. In it is something that looks like a whip, a white lash flashing across the room to strike Tyler in the chest and send him stumbling backward. “We were sent because you four . . . cretins weren’t doing your duty! Your duty is to the queen, not this foul creature!”

“Excuse me?” I ask, finally managing to get up. I know this Lysette is an important person in faerie world, but this bitch just hurt one of my men and called me a foul creature. “You need to—”

“Silence!” another screeches, trying to whip me, but Jacob steps in front just before the lash can find my skin, taking it across his back and driving him to his knees. He stumbles, pushing me back as he’s whipped again mercilessly, all four of them pulling out lashes and letting their glowing lengths drop to the ground.

“Don’t do it, Cole,” one of them says, looking at him as he rises to defend his brothers. “We’ll flay the skin off your bones if we have to. This . . . what is she, some Halfling?”

Their rage continues to pour out on Jacob. Cole and Noah are watching, but they’re naked, unarmed, and in a pretty helpless situation. Jacob!

Princess . . . it’s . . . Jacob tries to reply, but there’s so much pain in his mind, so much agony. The whip is enchanted, I can tell, and as Jacob absorbs a hard kick to his ribs, he coughs, rolling and showing me a bleeding, ugly welt on his skin. I drop down next to him, trying to cradle his head as he coughs and red droplets spray over my face. Something . . . unlocks.

“Stop!” I growl, glaring at Lysette. “Now!”

For the first time, Lysette seems to consider me, her lip curling in disgust. “Halfling whore . . . they and their bodies belong to Her Majesty.”

“They . . . are . . . mine!” I growl, my voice dropping somehow, and two beams of light fly from my eyes. The world goes a vibrant, neon green, as if I'm looking through night vision goggles as I pour my anger and darkness into everything, and suddenly, one of the Handmaidens starts screaming and her eyes go wide with panic and confusion. In a flash, she bursts into sickly green flames that flare for an agonizing instant before she crumbles into dust.

Before the last specks of dust settle, two more handmaidens begin screaming, drawing my attention. As soon as I look at them, they both burst into flames too.

Noah is closest to me, and a steadying hand on my shoulder begins to help the anger recede. Lysette jumps behind the door, cowering as she yells, "Demon!" I close my eyes and hear the slam as she runs away in terror.

I stumble back, horrified at what I just did. “What . . . how?”

Cole leaps up, his eyes full of shock and bewilderment. “Eve, what did you do?”

I blink, looking at Jacob, who’s bleeding on the floor, and Tyler, whose chest looks like someone hit him with a baseball bat, and I groan, holding my head. “I . . . I don’t know,” I whisper, rubbing at my eyes. They feel grainy, burning. “Dear God, what did I do?”

“Eve, that . . . that wasn’t Fae power,” Cole says quietly. “The color, the anger I felt over our link. That’s a demonic power.”

Jacob rolls over, slowly getting to his knees. “I don’t give a fuck if it was Fae or demonic. She saved my ass. Tyler’s too.” He looks at the three burned husks and whistles. “Still, Princess . . . holy shit, that’s a mess.”

“What does this mean?” Noah asks. “Is she not Fae?

“She is Fae,” Cole says, his voice dripping with anger as he turns his head. “We have seen her use Fae powers. She is . . . she is a Halfling.”

He turns back to me, his eyes sad. “But not half human,” he whispers, taking my hands. “Eve, the other half . . . look.”

He leads me over to the window, where the glass is just reflective enough for me to see it . . . the greenish tint to the whites of my eyes, just like Joe’s.

“It can’t be,” I whisper, tears starting to trickle down my cheeks. “Cole, I can’t be a demon.”

To be continued . . .

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