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I smiled, pleased by his reply. It proved my suspicions from earlier accurate. All he needed was a little alone time with our Claire to work himself out. Now that he’d regained his focus and staked his true claim, he would be a formidable ally in protecting our heart. I approved.

“I like it when you two get along,” Claire said, a grin in her voice.

“Yeah?” I kissed her again—long and deep. “Shall we show you just how well we can get along where you’re concerned?”

She shivered, her blue irises glazed with lust and adoration. “Only if you let me play in return.”

“Maybe,” I whispered, knowing full well it wasn’t our time yet. Not until she fully understood what it meant to mate with a royal. “But I should warn you, Claire. My goal is to make you come so hard you can’t do anything other than sleep afterward. As Titus has you all warmed up, it shouldn’t be too difficult.”

His flames intensified, sliding downward to the apex between her thighs. “I approve, Your Highness.”

I nibbled her lip, then started licking a path downward toward her breasts. “Teamwork, Titus. Now let’s make our princess scream.”

Claire

“You want me to go to gym class?” I asked, incredulous.

Titus and Exos were sitting at the breakfast table wearing severe expressions. So very different from the ways they looked at me in the bedroom.

My seducers were gone, and in their place were two sexy-as-fuck warrior fae males.

Both taunted my hormones, driving me wild beyond my craziest desires. Just thinking of all the orgasms these two had given me had my face going up in literal flames.

Titus arched a brow. “Does the idea of finding your captor turn you on? Or is it thoughts of last night?”

“Could be this morning,” Exos pointed out.

And now my entire body was on fire. “Stop.”

“But we like you wet, Claire,” Titus replied.

“It’s true. We also enjoy your screams.”

I gripped the counter and glowered at them. “You were talking about gym class,” I reminded them through gritted teeth.

“Your mind went to the bedroom,” Titus replied, smirking. “Can’t fault us for following.”

“Oh my God, you two are impossible.” I pinched the bridge of my nose while they both chuckled. Only seconds ago I’d been thinking about how stern they appeared and almost longing for my playful fae mates. Now I wanted to go back to the serious topic. “Tell me again why this is a good idea.”

“Fucking you? Or the trap?” Titus teased.

Exos took pity on me and replied, “Because now we know what we’re looking for. By luring the culprit into an arena where you can be framed, we can in turn catch the guilty party in the act.”

“What if all hell breaks loose and it comes back on me again?” I pressed.

“That’s where this comes in.” Titus lifted a bracelet. “You’ll wear this the entire time. No one will be able to accuse you as a result.”

“And what is that?” I asked, eyeing the silvery metal.

“It’s what all Powerless Champion fighters wear in the ring.” He slid it across the breakfast bar. “The metal works similarly to cuffs in fae prisons—it dilutes your power.”

“Meaning you can’t create a tornado or firestorm,” Exos translated. “So if one occurs at the gym, which I highly anticipate will happen, no one can blame you.”

“Okay, but doesn’t that also mean I can’t stop it,” I pointed out.

“Yes. That’s why you’ll have a team of fae with you during class. Some will be more obvious than others.” He smiled. “River and Vox will be incognito but helping.”

“And if we have to, we can remove the bracelet,” Titus added. “Trust us, nothing is going to happen to you.”


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