Page 59 of Glass Hearts

My all-consuming climax hits like a sharp lightning strike.

“Fuck,” Grayer moans from the bed, his voice full of longing. “Tell me, brother… how good does she taste?”

Koi’s lips are wet and smiling when he looks up at me, pupils blown. “Like pure heaven.”

He doesn’t give me time to recover. Still kneeling, he lifts me effortlessly, settling onto the couch and guiding me down onto his cock in one fluid motion. He fills me completely, slowly, deliberately, then sets the pace with his hands on my hips with deep, dragging thrusts that make my toes curl.

“She’s so loud,” he purrs with a smirk. “I think our queen needs something to keep her mouth busy.”

Archer moves in front of me, already so hard, and I lean forward, wrapping my lips around him. The angle is difficult, but I take what I can, relishing the way he praises me. Calling me perfect. His fingers tangle in my hair as I bob my head, matching the rhythm of Koi’s thrusts below.

“You should see her Gray,” Sylas groans from nearby, pumping himself slowly with one hand while the other teases at my ass. “Bouncing on Koi’s cock with Archer in her mouth like a fucking goddess.”

Archer slips free with a hiss as Koi’s rhythm falters. His body tensing, breath hitching.

“Sunshine,” he gasps, hips snapping up hard. “Fuck.”

He spills into me as I clench around him, another orgasm crashing through me in tandem. I’m boneless, dizzy with pleasure, but the moment barely lingers before I’m being shifted again, though lifted and laid down. This time straddling Archer, his back against the couch.

“You alright if I take your ass, darling?” Sylas asks, his voice tender against the shell of my ear.

“Please,” I whisper, wrecked and eager.

Sylas slicks me thoroughly, his fingers slow and patient before the press of his cock breaches me.

I bite my lip as the stretch burns, just briefly, before it gives way to the glorious fullness of both of them inside me.

Archer beneath me, Sylas behind. Every inch of me claimed, so full and so right.

They move together, bodies in perfect rhythm, fucking me open in unison until I can’t think or breathe.

“Gods,” Grayer groans from the bed. “Not fair. I can’t even see her face. Just Sylas’s hairy ass. You are all assholes! Well, except you Duchess, you are a goddess.”

I laugh through the haze, but it’s cut off when Archer finds my overly sensitive nub, rubbing in time with Sylas’s deep thrusts. The pleasure is unbearable, too much and not enough. I come undone again, shattering around them with a cry.

“Fuck, Princess,” Archer groans. “You squeeze like you were made for this.”

He pulses deep inside me, still rocking through the aftershocks and holding me close like he never wants to let go.

Before I can catch my breath, Sylas is lifting me again off Archer, murmuring against my ear.

“Let’s put your poor dark prince out of his misery, Vixen.”

I kiss him as he carries me to the bed, dazed and glowing from their physical expression of adoration.

“Fin-a-freakin-ly,” Grayer growls, reaching for me with impatience and heat in his eyes.

I straddle him, no hesitation, and sink onto his cock with a satisfied moan. He groans deeply, his hands gripping my hips like he needs to anchor himself.

“Duchess,” he breathes, reverent.

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 my eyes. “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 my confession. “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.

There is no going back. I am terrified of what the future holds, I still don’t think I will make a great Queen. But for the first time, I am hopeful and excited for what my future promises.

Love is worth all the unknowns.