CHAPTER 46: HEAT

Are you scared, little fire?"

Emira shivered at the tone of Prince Zen’s voice. It was a mix of smooth and dangerous, and slid over her skin like silk. She tried to steady her breathing, but sitting astride Prince Kael’s lap already had her senses in chaos. His chest rose and fell beneath her, his body heat burning into her thighs where they pressed against him.

"You knew what you were signing up for, didn’t you?" Zen’s voice came closer, wrapping around her ears like smoke. "You pledged yourself..."

Her eyes lifted, locking with Kael’s. He didn’t speak, but the sharp intensity in his gaze was enough to make her heart stumble. Zen was the one whispering behind her, yet the weight of the words felt as though they belonged to Prince Kael too. Caught between them, she felt smothered by their combined presence, unable to escape and even unsure if she wanted to escape.

Then Zen moved. She felt the air shift as he stepped closer, pressing up behind her. His hard torso aligned with her back, the solid wall of his abs brushing the back of her head and shoulders. She stiffened, every muscle in her body tightening at the touch. Prince Kael’s hands were still clamped around her waist to hold her steady while Zen’s palms settled on her shoulders, guiding her down so she sat more firmly on Kael’s lap, as if he wanted her to feel the need. The pressure left her breathless. How could something like this be so good.

"Relax," Zen murmured, his lips grazing her ear. "Pleasure yourself, little fire. Kael won’t bite... unless you beg him to."

Her throat closed. Heat surged through her, twisting her stomach. Straddling Kael, she could feel the hard ridge of his arousal pressing against her, and shame burned through her chest. Prince Zen was askin her to ’pleasure herself’ which probably meant that he wanted her to do what Prince Kael had made her do last time. With Zen pressing her from behind, surrounding her completely, her pheromones spiked and scattered, impossible to control or even try to stay stable.

Tears pricked her eyes helpless frustration. She ducked her head, trying to hide her face but Prince Zen wouldn’t allow it. His fingers hooked under her chin, tilting her head back until she was forced to look up. His dark eyes pinned her and she knew that even though he was anything but kind, in that moment, she trusted him with herself.

A tear slipped free. Zen caught it with his thumb, wiping it away. The small gesture sent a violent shiver through her, her body betraying her again.

"Hush," he said softly, voice threaded with command. "It’s only your body yielding to its masters. The mark has heightened your first heat. That’s all this is."

His hand slid lower, brushing across the marks at the base of her neck, lingering there until she whimpered. Then, slowly, his fingers traced downward, skimming the loose edge of her robe where it gaped open. The contact made her arch helplessly against Kael’s chest, a broken sound catching in her throat.

"Once the heat passes," Zen continued, his breath hot against her ear, "you will learn control. Until then..." his palm pressed more firmly, anchoring her in place, "...we will take care of you. Just surrender, little fire. Stop fighting. Stop thinking."

The last words were whispered, warm and final, before Zen bent down and claimed her lips in a kiss.

Hesitantly, she kissed him back and was about to raise her hands to cling onto him when she felt it. Lips against her neck, licking her there... Emira felt herself heat up even more as the pressure built within her. With Prince Kael’s lips kissing and sucking her neck, she felt herself move restlessly, and grinded herself against the hardness there. She needed that. She needed it inside her.

Just then, she heard Prince Kael speak up," She’s slopping wet... She’s even soaked my robe..."

The words made her burn. She wasn’t wearing any underwear and knew that Prince Kael was right. She could feel her wetness soaking throwing the bathrobe... and yet, she could only rub herself against Kael, demanding more.

Just then, Prince Zen broke the kiss and she straightened, were they going to take her to the bed then? But then, she heard Prince’s Kael whisper," Check her c*nt for me, Zen. Tell me, how wet she is..."

As if he’d been waiting for it, Prince Zen went onto his knees and slowly, his hand slid between her spread thighs. She looked down. His hands were tanned against her flesh and somehow too erotic for her. She wanted to look away, but her eyes were glued to him. And then to the hand on her thigh... a different hand and just as mesmerizing...

His hand traced the outer edge of her pu**y and she clenched at the sensation as she heard him groan," She’s so soaked... Kael... Dam*.. I want to taste her. Tell me, how does she taste..."

"Too sweet." Emira threw her head back. How could heat be this bad. Every word they uttered made her feel hot. How was she going to survive the next three days...

Even as the thoughts running through her head distracted her, Prince Kael effortlessly picked her up and rotated him on his lap so that now, he was squeezed between her ass cheeks..." He held her legs apart and said," Taste her then Zen." holding her wide open as if she were nothing more than an offering laid bare for them.

Emira’s breath hitched, the vulnerability making her stomach knot and her skin prickle with heat. She could feel Zen’s breath ghosting over her most sensitive flesh, each exhale making her twitch helplessly in Kael’s hold.

She tried to shift, to close herself against the burning exposure, but Kael’s arms locked her in place. And the more she moved, the more she could feel him pressing against her. His chest pressed hard against her back, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he murmured low, "Stay still, little fire. Let him see you. Let him taste you."

The first contact of his tongue against her most intimate place made Emira jump. And then it was as if he was too thirsty.

Zen didn’t relent. His rhythm was merciless, his tongue going inside and outside as if mimicking the act of sex, pulling her deeper into a storm of sensation. Her head fell back onto Kael’s shoulder, her nails digging into his arms as wave after wave built inside her. She was lost in the friction, the heat, the sounds of their voices feeding her need until she thought she would shatter apart.

"Listen to her," she heard Prince Kael rasp as her bit down at her throat. "She’s already close."

She couldn’t deny it. The pressure inside her was unbearable, her body tightening and trembling, begging for release. Zen’s hands anchored her while his mouth drove her higher, and Kael’s lips at her ear commanded her to give in.

The climax tore through her with a sharp cry. She arched violently against Kael’s chest, shaking as her body betrayed her in helpless surrender. The rush left her trembling, every nerve alight, until she slumped back against Kael in exhausted relief. Thankfully, she hadn’t fainted this time was the final thought in her mind as she tried to catch her breath...

In the next moment, she felt it... They had yet to come... She felt him insistently pressing against her bottom and gulped. Would they take her now.. She felt a shiver of excitement and need run through her, despite her own fears.

She looked up then, as Prince Zen stood up and the sight of his own manhood, against the bathrobe, made her pussy clench all over again. What would it feel like to have him inside her? What would it feel like taking them both...

She waited for him. He would take off his clothes, right? But before she could ask them what they planned next, Prince Zen lifted her and carried her to the bed while Prince Kael stood up. She watched as the man walked away and her brows furrowed in confusion. Was he not going to...

She turned to look at Prince Zen in question but he only gave her a smile and said," Rest for a few while."