Before I could respond, Prince Rhex settled at my feet, his massive frame folding with surprising grace until he sat on the end of the bed before me. His hands reached for my feet with clear intent, and I nearly pulled away from the unexpected contact before curiosity overcame instinct. His fingers were warm against my skin as he removed my soft slippers, setting them aside with unexpected care before taking my right foot between his palms.
The first press of his thumbs against my arch drew an involuntary sound from my throat… not pain but startled pleasure so intense it bordered on revelation. How had I never known my feet could feel like this? That simple pressure applied with knowledge and care could send waves of relaxation up my legs, through my core?
"He’s going to be insufferable now," Prince Kael remarked with dry amusement, settling beside me on the bed. "Rhex has always had a thing for feet. Particularly pretty ones."
I blinked, trying to process this information while Rhex’s skilled fingers continued their work, rendering coherent thought increasingly difficult. "A thing for...?"
"What my brother is failing to explain properly," Prince Silas interjected, moving to stand near the foot of the bed, "is that Rhex finds feet particularly worthy of attention. You'll likely receive many massages. And probably kisses, when he feels you’re comfortable enough with the idea."
"Kisses?" I repeated, confusion momentarily overriding pleasure. "On my feet?"
Rhex glanced up, his gray eyes carrying a hint of vulnerability beneath their usual intensity. "Does that bother you?" he asked, his hands stilling against my skin.
The genuine concern in his question touched something inside me. This powerful Alpha, this warrior prince who could break bones without effort, worried about my comfort with his preference. It was so unexpected, so contrary to everything I’d been taught about Alpha nature, that I found myself smiling.
"No," I said honestly. "It’s just... new. I don’t think I’ve ever considered feet as... kissable."
His answering smile transformed his scarred face, softening the hard edges and revealing glimpses of someone rarely seen by the world at large. He resumed his massage, his touch somehow both firm and reverent, and I surrendered to the unexpected pleasure of it, letting my head fall back as tension melted from muscles I hadn’t realized were tight.
"That’s it," Prince Kael murmured beside me, his voice a soothing counterpoint to the sensations Rhex created. "Just feel. Just be."
The bed dipped as Prince Silas knelt at its edge, his movement drawing my attention. The look in his eyes—focused, intent, almost hungry—sent heat pooling low in my belly.
"I need to taste you," he said simply, the directness of his statement stealing my breath. "May I?"
I stared at him, not entirely comprehending his meaning yet feeling my body respond to the heat in his gaze. "I... what do you mean?"
Rather than explain with words, he showed me. His hands moved to the hem of my dress, lifting the fabric with careful deliberation, his eyes seeking mine for permission with each inch revealed. When I didn’t stop him, didn’t pull away, he guided the material up past my knees, my thighs, until cool air kissed skin that had never known such exposure.
Understanding dawned as he bent forward, pressing his lips against my inner knee in a kiss so light it might have been imagined. Then another, slightly higher. Another, inching toward the center of me with patient intent.
"Silas is going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before," Prince Kael whispered, his lips suddenly near my ear, his presence solid and reassuring beside me. "And Rhex and I are going to ensure you enjoy every moment of it. We want to please you, Nyx. All of us. Until you can’t stand it anymore. Until you forget everything except how good we make you feel."
Before I could process his words, Prince Silas reached the apex of my thighs. His first touch… warm breath against sensitive flesh, then the velvet heat of his tongue… sent electricity arcing through my body. I gasped, back arching involuntarily, hands fisting in the sheets beneath me.
"That’s it," Prince Kael encouraged, his hand moving to cup my face, turning me toward him. "Let us hear you." His lips claimed mine in a kiss that swallowed my next sound, a moan drawn forth by Prince Silas’s increasingly confident exploration.
I’d never imagined such sensations were possible. Never known that pleasure could build like this, wave upon wave, each one higher than the last. Prince Rhex’s hands on my feet provided a grounding counterpoint to the mounting tensionwhere Prince Silas worked his magic, while Prince Kael’s kiss deepened, his tongue tangling with mine in perfect rhythm.
When the first climax took me, it came as a complete surprise… a sudden cresting of sensation that shattered me into countless fragments of pure feeling. I broke away from Prince Kael’s kiss on a cry that seemed torn from somewhere deeper than my throat, my body arching, trembling, surrendering to pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
Before I could fully recover, before the aftershocks had even subsided, Prince Silas redoubled his efforts. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open to his attention, while Prince Kael returned to claiming my mouth, swallowing sounds I couldn’t have suppressed if I’d tried. At my feet, Prince Rhex’s massage had transformed into something else. His lips pressed against my arch, my instep, even my toes in kisses that should have seemed strange but somehow only added to the overwhelming symphony of sensation.
Time lost meaning. There were only these three points of contact, three sources of pleasure, three men focused entirely on my response. When the second climax claimed me, stronger than the first, I thought nothing could possibly intensify the experience.
I was wrong.
They worked in unison now, as if they’d done this countless times before, as if they'd studied exactly how to push me beyond what I believed my body capable of experiencing. A third climax, a fourth, until I lay limp and gasping. I'd lost count after that. My throat was raw from sounds I’d never made before, my body liquid with satisfaction so complete it approached unconsciousness.
Only then did they relent. Prince Silas pressed a final kiss against my inner thigh before moving up to stretch beside me. Prince Rhex released my feet with obvious reluctance, climbingonto the bed to claim the space on my other side. Prince Kael remained where he’d been, his hand now stroking my hair with gentle, soothing motions.
They surrounded me completely… three powerful bodies creating a living fortress of warmth and protection. The contrast between these tender, attentive men and the formal, sometimes intimidating princes they presented to the world struck me with fresh force.
"Rest now," Prince Silas murmured, his hand settling lightly on my stomach, a gesture both possessive and comforting. "Tonight will be significant. The ceremony requires strength from all of us."
"How can you be so different?" I asked, the question slipping past exhausted defenses. "So gentle here, when out there you’re..."
"This is who we truly are," Prince Kael answered, his voice carrying that familiar quiet certainty. "What the world sees is what we must be to survive. What you see is who we are allowed to be only with each other. And now, with you."
