Page 87 of Glass Hearts
“What’s wrong, Arabella?”
I look into his deep green eyes as I sense the other princes circling around us.
“I-” I chicken out and drop my forehead to his shoulder. I hide my face as I mumble my confession, “I am scared about my feelings for you all. What it means for me. For us. I want to be selfish for once. I want to go on adventures and figure out who I am without my stepfamily’s claws in me. But I also don’t want to lose you all either; it’s nice to feel safe for once. I-I can’t choose between you all.”
Koi lifts my chin with two fingers, drawing my gaze into the depth of his blue eyes.
“Sunshine, who says you have to choose? You have us all. How about we get you cleaned up? So we can explain our feelings better than we have been. Plus, we have a surprise waiting for you back at the inn that may help you see our intentions.”
I say goodbye to Max, letting him know we will be back with a plan, if he still wants to be a part of it. Of course, my brave bear says yes.
Sylas doesn’t let go of my hand the whole way back to the inn.
* * *
Shock fills me as I enter our room. A gorgeous baby blue dress, thankfully not corseted, lays on the bed. It shimmers in the setting sun. I run my hands through the soft fabric that feels like butter. A pair of comfy-looking silk shoes lay next to the dress. Koi circles his arms behind me. “Get washed up, and wear thatfor us. Gray and I will be downstairs, Sunshine. We are all taking you out tonight.” He kisses my cheek and leaves with Grayer.
Archer turns to me and starts to undress, along with Sylas. I can’t help watching as they almost get fully nude, only standing in their underwear.
“I think the shower is big enough for the three of us, darling,” Archer says as he inches closer to me. He lifts my shirt up, slowly undressing me. Sylas gets to his knees as he starts to unlace my boots. Archer turns to head to the bathroom, and I hear the shower turn on as Sylas and I follow him into the room. The bathroom is quite large, yet it feels so small with these large men in here with me. They both remove their underwear, their hard dicks springing up. Archer’s seems to be the longest while Sylas is thick.
“Vixen, you are going to have to stop looking at us like that if you want to make our date.”
“Very well,” I say as I get into the large shower. The hot water blissfully numbs my already sore muscles from the day. Archer takes a bar a soap and washes me, the movements feeling so good while Sylas washes my hair.
My heart sings with delight at their gentle ministrations. My hands find themselves naturally moving between the princes. Their gentle touches turn more passionate as their lips find all the spots that make me weak. I moan with pleasure at all the sensations.
“Really wish we hadn’t promised to get you downstairs quickly,” Archer groans as he kisses my rinsed shoulder. Sylas chuckles as he turns off the water.
“A girl could get used to this,” I quip as Sylas turns up already dried and with a towel for me.
“Here, let me.” Archer comes up behind me, using his wind magic to dry my hair.
“Now that is handy.” I giggle as the warm air brushes my skin and hair.
“It sure is, Princess. Whenever you need me to blow you, just let me know.”
I snort at the absolutely awful joke.
Sylas pokes his head back into the bathroom. “Fucking terrible joke, Arch,” which has me fully laughing out loud.
Both of the princes decide to get ready and help Gray and Koi for the ominous ‘surprise,’ leaving me to finish getting ready alone.
I wring my hands as I take one last look in the full-length mirror.
I almost don’t recognize the woman in front of me. Yes, it’s me—but it’sdifferent. I am different. Every time I look into the mirror these days, I see a different woman. Changing and growing.
My hair shines as it cascades down to my breasts. I never usually wear my hair down. I had always worn my hair in braids or ponytails; no sense in having my hair down, getting in the way. There is a flush to my skin, but the first thing I notice is my smile. A smile I had not realized occupied my face.
My heart swells at the feeling, tears prickling from my eyes. Of happiness, freedom, and…love.
“Arabelly! You look so beautiful! Why are you crying?” Bert asks from the top of the settee headrest. Kip climbs up to stand beside him.
“Wow! Like a princess! You glow, Arabelly!”
“Thanks, boys. I am just happy, is all, Bert,” I say as I turn to give them little head scratches. “Be good, don’t eat too much.”
I step out of the room, memories of a past dinner still lingering like a shadow. But this time, there’s a quiet hope in my chest that things might turn out differently.
