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.
