Page 83 of Glass Hearts
“When you get out, I have some spelled cream; it will help with healing your back.”
“Where did you get that?”
“I brought it from the castle, of course.” Meaning he packed for me, knowing he would see me again. The walls around my heart start to chip. He gives me one more heavy look, a silent weight pressing down on me, conveying more than words that I am not ready to untangle yet as he silently leaves the bathroom.
I immerse myself in the perfectly heated bath. The heat is so inviting, moaning as I dip my whole body in. My back stings a bit, but it’s worth it as I soak.
After a few hours, I get out, noticing they set out a pair of pajamas for me. I put on the sleep shorts but opt to wait to put on the shirt, especially since they have a healing ointment. I get out of the bathroom, covering my breasts with my arm, as four sets of eyes stop what they are doing to look at me.
Instantly, they are all crowding me. They are all shirtless, in their own sleep bottoms. The naked chests are quite distracting. Why did they have to be so attractive?
“Come, let’s get you on the bed.” Archer scoops me up from the front so we are chest to chest. He places a kiss on my jaw. The traitorous butterflies in my stomach flutter; it’s the first time Archer has been so openly gentle and affectionate with me.
I think he is just going to set me down onto the bed, but I am surprised when he falls onto his back, with me on top of him.
“Sorry, darling, I need to hold you,” he says.
I should fight, be a strong independent woman and all that. But I am just sotired. So swallowing my independent pride, I rest my head on his chest, the subtle beating of his heart soothing me.
“Fuck, Arabella. Your back,” Koi says as he tucks a piece of hair behind my ears.
It stings as I feel gentle hands applying the ointment. Tears gather in my eyes.
“Am I hurting you, love?” Sylas asks softly.
“It just stings a bit, but I will be fine,” I lie. Tears are falling from the tenderness, not the pain. The walls of my heart crack even more. I have never felt so taken care of.
I am surprised when I feel a distinct set of big hands scooping my hair and putting it into a bun. Grayer kisses my cheek. “I don’t want your hair to get all oily from the ointment.”
The floodgates open.
“Why are you all being so sweet?”
“Because we had to watch the woman we love get abused. This is just as much for us as it is for you. We couldn’t do anything then, but we can now. And we vowed to protect you, Arabella,” Koi says as he cups my cheek.
I sit up for a second, forgetting that I am half naked from the torso up. Archer’s eyes heat as he takes me in, straddling him. I feel the hardness poking my ass. The blush rises. Again, my heart wants to grab one of their faces and start something I shouldn’t.
“Duchess, you are thinking too much.” Grayer kisses my shoulder. “Do you want Archer to make you feel good?”
I bite my lip and look again at my icy prince. He is looking hopefully at me, so I do the insensible thing and nod. Just as fast as I confirm, Koi is lifting me under my armpits, and Grayer is ripping off my sleep shorts.
“You can’t lie on your back for a while, Sunshine, you will have to ride Archer’s face.” Before I can protest, he places me over the wind prince.
I hover above Archer, nerves prickling under my skin. I’ve never done this before—never straddled someone’s face like this—and a flicker of anxiety catches in my throat. What if it’s too much? I am not a dainty little thing; I could crush him. What if I-
But I don’t get the chance to spiral.
With a low growl, Archer’s hands clamp around my hips, firm and commanding, pulling me down onto his waiting mouth. My gasp is lost to the air as his tongue parts me, hungry and relentless. He devours me like he’s dreamt of this exact moment and refuses to waste a second of it.
My head tips back, a moan spilling out of me as heat pulses low and deep in my belly. The wet, lewd sounds of Archer’s mouth working against me fill the space, mixing with the rasp of my breath and the quiet groans from the other side of the room. I feel them watching, my other princes, feel their gaze like hands gliding across my skin.
I clutch the headboard in front of me, grounding myself as I start to move, slow at first. Archer encourages me with every flick of his tongue, every desperate grip of my hips. The world narrows to his mouth, my pleasure and the growing knot inside me begging to unravel.
Just as I teeter on the edge, Koi’s hand slides along my jaw, tilting my face toward him. His lips crash into mine, deep and possessive. The contrast of the molten heat of Archer below, the breath-stealing kiss from Koi above undoes me entirely.
Pleasure detonates through me like lightning.
I break apart in their hands, trembling and gasping, utterly consumed.
