All Chapters of Princess and her four Princes : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

~Mosley~Jayan, Asad, and Olyon stare at Bethany as they think.But I can't think. In fact, I can barely get my voice to work as I glance at the priestess, Gebrit. She is one of the new priestesses who started working at Deskar’s temple here in Crestbane this new academic session.She helped with the induction of the new students into Crestbane because the university experienced a high influx of new students this year, due to the threat of the Liminal order sending authorized hunters to go after Nobles who are above twenty-five and yet to enroll into Crestbane.I got to know the priestess' name because I was one of the people who took records of the new priests and priestesses who joined the university temple.And for a reason I can’t explain, we just clicked and even had a series of conversations that day."You managed to heal her. Thank you. But…can you tell me what was wrong with her?" I ask the Priestess.I already know this was my fault, but I still have to ask.It's like I just

~Mosley~ “I haven’t had any dream that suggests that,” I say, in reply to the dragon’s question “Then this life is different. You're making more progress. Maybe because you have us. This is different, Popsicle. Stress not.” Jayan tells me. “Or maybe you should let me into your head,” Asad suggests. “I'll unearthen everything about her that is inside there, and I'll help you-” “If you think I'll let you anywhere close to my mind, then you're more mad than I thought.” I snap at Asad. I'm expecting a comeback from the Fae, but I'm shocked when he falls silent and shakes his head slowly. Then he sighs. "I'll help you maintain distance from Bethany." Jayan nods. "Never thought I'd feel bad for a fucking Froskarn, but yep. I'll help cockblock your heart or whatever." I really hate this dragon. Olyon is oddly quiet, staring at one of the stained-glass windows of the clinic. Before I can ask if he's going to bother joining us on Earth anytime soon, Asad sighs again and scrubs his fac

~Bethany~Jayan, Asad, and I leave the clinic and follow Asad's lead toward his private dorm.Jayan's eyes sweep the dim hallways, and he steps a little closer to me with every turn as if he expects someone to pop out of the shadows and grab me.Asad is equally bad, gritting his teeth at every tiny echo in the hall."Is there a pill called ‘chill pill’?" I ask.Jay blinks down at me. "What?""Zuri once told me that I need to take a chill pill. So, if the pill exists, you two also need one."The dragon shifter throws his head back in a laugh. "See, it's cute little stuff like this that should've tipped us off."I don't know what he's talking about, but Asad gives him a warning glare. "You're not coming into my private dorm.""Nope. I'm just escorting my mate. I don’t trust your ability to protect her.”“Asshole,” Asad cusses under his breath.I find myself fighting an unexpected smile at their shit talk.Even though I've gotten a little insight into these princes’ lives as kids, I stil

~Bethany~   I cry out, my hips reflexively bucking away from the onslaught. But Asad grips my hips and pulls me back to continue mercilessly eating me out, licking and sucking and attacking that perfect spot. In between making me scream, he groans his apology again and again, both in English and in Lunareth, groveling between my thighs as he slowly unravels me. He's so ravenous that for a few long minutes, my mind blanks out as all the delicious sensations wash over me. And then, out of nowhere, a powerful release slammed into me. I go breathless, squeezing my eyes shut in agonized pleasure as my insides clench and tingling sweeps down to my toes. I lose track of time, of space, and of my mouth, since I'm pretty damn sure I'm swearing up a storm, but I can't be sure since my head is floating. "Fuck. gods, stop, Asad

~Olyon~ "Wrath," Professor Stone calls sternly, his brow furrowed as he scans the air, since I'm still in Velthra. When Bethany sits, with Mort and Salazar sitting between her and Froskarn, I drift over and take a seat beside her. I'd like to stay unseen longer to continue terrorizing the Nobles who are scanning the room in acute panic, but severe pain wracks my bones, and I quickly slip out of Velthra while hiding my grimace. The effects of moving back and forth between planes too often feel far worse in Velthra, and I'm out of Ember seeds to take the familiar edge off. So, I suppose I'll be attending this class in the mortal realm. Gently, I brush some of Bethany's hair away so I can examine where she hit her head, feeling a wave of satisfaction when she doesn't push my hand away. She doesn't acknowledge me, either, as if choos