Page 105 of Glass Hearts
Sylas is behind me again, one hand pressed to my back, urging me lower. I freeze, just briefly, as his palm brushes the scars along my spine.
But instead of recoiling, he leans down and presses a soft, worshipful kiss to them.
“You’re beautiful, Arabella. Every single inch of you. Don’t you dare tense on me, Vixen.”
I melt into him, into them. Grayer cups my face and kisses me like he’s trying to stitch all the broken pieces back together. Then I feel Sylas’s thick cock press into me once more. The burn is sharper this time, but the fullness, the sense of being claimed completely once more… it’s addictive.
He sets the pace, slow but intense. I moan into Grayer’s mouth as I rock between them, every stroke, every brush of skin stoking the fire already burning wild inside me.
“Princess, you’re so fucking sexy,” Archer says hoarsely from the side. I glance over. Koi and Archer both watch with their eyes filled with love and raw, aching hunger.
That look. That look alone is enough.
Pleasure detonates again, ripping through me like a tidal wave. I clench around both Sylas and Grayer, dragging them over the edge with me. Their groans are almost feral, their hands gripping me like they’ll never let me go.
Grayer hugs me to him before I fall, and he slowly pulls out. “Duchess, you are so perfect. I love you,” he coos as I tear up. All the emotions are hitting me all at once.
“I love you all,” I say before I feel another set of arms lifting me, cradling me bridal style,Archer.
“You know, I can walk,” I say sleepily, resting my heavy head on his chest.
I feel Archer chuckle with a rumble in his chest. “I know you can, Princess, but you are already half asleep. Let me take care of you.” He brings me to the bathroom, sets me down to let me handle my business while I hear him run the bath.
The smell of lavender and vanilla fills the air. Archer lends me his hand in assistance, guiding me to get in first before he joins me in the large bathtub. Using a cloth, he wipes me down whilst giving me tender, sweet kisses.
“My love, you are so stunning,” he murmurs between kisses. I kiss him, letting my kiss show him all my emotions, another tear slipping from my eyes. I had never been so emotional until I met these dang princes. My heart feels so full, yet guilt takes over as I think of my friend who is all alone.
“Arabella, what’s wrong?” I hear Sylas enter, now wearing loungewear, but leaning down on the marble floor to meet myeyes. “Is it Miss Elora?” I nod. Leave it to Sylas to be so in tune with my innermost turmoil.
“It feels so wrong to feel so loved and happy when she is… who knows where.”
“I was just talking to Gray. He said before he killed Clarsef, he made him confess where they hid Elora. He didn’t give an exact location, but Clarsef confessed she is in the wind isles before his death.”
Archer sucks in a breath, which makes me furrow my brows. “What’s wrong? Is that bad?”
“No, my love. It isn’t bad. My island isn’t dangerous or anything. Definitely safer than the fire or water isle… But it will be harder to search for her due to the nature of my lands. I know you haven’t had a chance to visit, but my island is host to many floating sub-islands. It may be a bit more time-consuming to find her,” Archer answers, now washing my hair.
“Indeed. We must remain here to get the council back in order. Ella, I think we may need to hire the mercenaries again to retrieve Miss Elora. You said you trusted them?” Sylas asks, scooping my hand out of the water. I don’t miss how he traces the finger where a wedding ring would be.
“The mercenaries have been quite the characters. Yet I do, for some strange reason, trust them. They could have run out on us, grabbing their ingredients and more while we fought, but they still stayed to help us. Though I will probably still send an animal to follow them.” Sylas kisses my hand. His shoulders drop as if relaxing. I raise an eyebrow in response.
“I was worried you would have wanted to join them,” he says bashfully. “I was ready to argue that we just can’t lose you again. Once everything here is dealt with, we will, I promise, tour all our isles so you can experience your dreamed-of adventure.”
“I know, my love. Selfishly, I don’t want to leave your sides either.” Archer brushes my hair, kissing my shoulder at myconfession. “Plus, if I know my friend, she’d be pissed if I tried to find her after just finding love. She would surely turn me into a pumpkin.”
“A pumpkin?”
I shrug. “It’s her thing.” I giggle with a bit of sadness. “I can’t wait to tell her everything.”
Sylas kisses my hand again before he reaches for a towel, helping me dry off. Picking me up to bring me into the other room, he lays me down next to Grayer, who kisses the top of my head as I curl into him.
“We are going to need to have a serious talk about you all not letting me walk like a regular person.” I yawn.
“Sure, Vixen.” Sylas chuckles as he tucks me in. “Rest up with Gray, love. We need to handle the council and the destruction that happened in the entrance.”
Koi, Archer, and Sylas all kiss me before they leave. Grayer kisses me before I curl into the crook of his neck as he lightly strokes my skin in a soothing manner. My eyes feel heavy as I drift into sleep, but before it all goes black, I think I hear Gray whisper, “I can’t wait until we can officially make you ours.”
I can’t wait to be officially theirs, too.
