Chapter 4
Iled Dray and Cass down the winding halls of my new magical house to my bedroom. We had important stuff to discuss. Like which package I got to unwrap first. I snorted to myself.
Hedwig was hovering outside my bedroom door, his bony old shoulders stiff under his starched jacket. "Mar—my queen, are you sure leaving that young man locked in his room without someone on guard is a good idea?"
I arched a brow at the ancient butler. "He'll be fine. There's no way he can get out, and we need to figure out what the heck's going on." I tilted my head. "If I'm going to do all this thinking, I'm going to need chocolate."
"And strawberries," Cass added, glancing down at me and winking one bright blue eye. God, he was so perfectly…perfect.
I nodded to Hedwig. "What he said." Turning back to my room, I stopped and looked back over my shoulder.
"Oh! Do you happen to know where my nail polish remover was put when I moved in?
I need to repaint my nails." I pulled the bottle of Perfect Petal Pink out of my pocket and waggled it gleefully. I had priorities.
Hedwig grimaced and opened his mouth. Then he shut it, rolling his lips around as if he was chewing on something, fighting to get the words out.
Maybe the poor guy was getting dementia…
he was elderly—like over forty at least. Finally, he managed to find his words.
"Your nail polish remover is in the bathroom cabinet next to the first-aid supplies.
You could also go for a natural look, my queen.
I hear nude is the latest trend for the young ladies.
" He kind of grunted at the end of his sentence, like saying that had physically hurt.
And it should. Darned weirdo, suggesting that I would pass up the possibility of bubble-gum perfection on my nails. No self-respecting female would turn that down. I closed the door in his face.
Flopping onto the sumptuous couch—pale pink of course—that was situated on one side of the massive room, I brushed my long gold curls out of my face and huffed.
I felt weird. Like there was something important I was missing.
But then, I had just found out I was the owner of my very own secret kingdom.
And, apparently, a hot gardener and postman.
I guess I could be forgiven for a little mental breakdown.
After all, I was just a poor little female.
Hedwig better bring a lot of chocolate.
Cass sank down on the couch beside me, his pretty blue eyes mirroring my own vague confusion. "Did that burglar really say there was magic? You don't believe that nutter, do you?"
I shrugged and pulled the crumpled letter out of my jeans pocket. "Normally, I'd say no. But I got this letter right before the house locked itself down."
He took the letter, his warm fingers brushing mine, sending tingles jolting through me.
I eyed his muscular chest and shoulders as he re-read the note.
A blond curl flopped down onto his forehead and I leaned in to brush it back, my fingertips tingling at the contact and my core melting like an M&M without a shell.
His eyes met mine, and he looked down at my lips.
"It all sounds so crazy," he breathed, "but I sure as shit believe you're my queen. "
A pair of big hands slipped beneath my hair, kneading my shoulders from behind, as Dray leaned over the back of the couch. "It's a lot to take in. But I know you can handle it. You're strong. And amazing. And smart. I'm sure of it…even if I've only known you an hour."
I teared up at his words. These guys believed in me. Whatever it was I was supposed to do. That was all that mattered.
Hedwig arrived with a tray of chocolate sauce, strawberries, and mocha lattes. I decided I could forgive him for being old and senile if he brought me sustenance. He glanced between us all, let out a long sigh, and left, the door closing behind him with a soft click.
"Something isn't right with that butler of yours," Dray growled suspiciously.
I waved away his concern, too busy trying to decide between ogling Dray's broad chest, eating chocolate-covered strawberries, or painting my nails.
What was I saying? Obviously, I knew what I had to do first. I got up and headed to the bathroom to scrub off what was left of my old manicure.
As the pink polish disappeared, my mood plunged. I felt…anxious and jittery. I had the weirdest sensation when I looked down at my dainty, unpolished fingers—like they weren't mine.
Shaking myself free of the creepy sensation, I pulled the nail polish out of my pocket and returned to the bedroom.
Dray and Cass were both sitting on the couch, and they'd left a spot between them just for me.
I sat down and painted my nails as they tossed around ideas about this whole "pocket world” idea.
None of us really knew what that meant. There was this weird, niggling sense of familiarity at the back of my mind, but it disappeared as I covered my nails in glossy pink perfection.
I sat back, admiring my new manicure, feeling like everything would work out. What had I been so worried about, anyway? I was a queen—one with a magical mansion and a couple of hot new knights. And chocolate.
I glanced at the chocolate and let out a whimper. I couldn't eat it now and risk ruining my nails.
Dray smiled, slow and sexy, his dark brown eyes the same color as the chocolate sauce. "Need a little help, there, my queen?"
I watched in breathless anticipation as he sat forward and snagged a fat, juicy strawberry, pausing to swirl it in the chocolate sauce before holding it to my lips. "Open up wide."
Oh, hot cinnamon candies! I opened my mouth, biting into the sweet berry, licking creamy chocolate and tart juice from his thick fingers.
I should probably wonder if he washed his hands but…
eh, not important. I pulled back and Cass nudged my shoulder, making me turn his way.
He held out the next berry, drawing it across my bottom lip, painting it with chocolate before letting me take it in my mouth.
When I was done, he leaned in and kissed me, smearing chocolate between us, then pulling back to lick it from my lips.
Wow. Food foreplay! That was the kinkiest thing my little mushy girl brain could imagine!
I was sure starting to feel like a queen—whatever that meant.
"Someone needs to get me naked," I whispered. "I can't ruin my nails." I held my hands up helplessly.
Two sets of big, warm hands helped me out of my clothes and spread me out on the couch.
Two hot mouths trailed kisses across my skin and suckled at my breasts.
Their clothes hit the floor, revealing a matching pair of drool-worthy muscled bodies in contrasting shades of brown and tan.
Then Dray was kneeling by the couch, kissing me deep, while Cass moved lower, kneeling between my knees and pushing in to lap at my folds.
Cass's clever mouth worked my clit like a god, while Dray kneaded my breasts, pausing now and then to tweak a nipple.
I came faster and harder than any girl ever in the history of forever, just from that little bit of foreplay. Cause girl bodies are magic.
Dray growled in that sexy, amazing, alpha male way of his, scooping me up off the couch and sitting down again with me straddling his lap. He nudged his cock into my tight hole and I groaned. "What about protection?" I breathed, nearly mindless with need.
He chuckled against my back. "Magical queens don't use protection," he scoffed, shoving his meat stick in deep. "Your magic will protect you."
That was the stupidest thing I'd ever heard. Only a real ditz would just go with it without question. But eh, he was probably right. I sank down on his cock and groaned.
Cass came to sit beside us, fondling my boobs and stroking his cock until it was his turn. Feeling wicked, I reached for him, stroking his perfect, not too big, not too small cock. He caressed my cheek, his blue eyes glowing. "You're so fucking beautiful, Mary Sue."
Oh, my stars, two guys at once! My sweet, innocent brain just couldn’t hardly think what to do next.
I let Cass guide me, nudging his hard rod of manhood toward my mouth.
My eyes landed on my pretty nail polish where I gripped his purple helmeted warrior of love and I smiled, feeling dreamy and full of bliss.
Cass slid his meat sword between my lips, and I forgot everything, pinned between my two glorious mountains of man.
Another orgasm washed over me, and they came with me on command.
Of course there was no mess. And Cass’s semen tasted like cotton candy.
Dray lifted me and carried me to my big, comfy bed. I truly felt powerful, ready to embrace my new role in this apparently magical world as long as I had such…uh, solid, support. I chuckled to myself at the thought of stiff things as I drifted off to sleep in their arms.
The minute my eyes drifted closed, the nightmare started.
I was in my beautiful mansion, but everything was crumbling.
The beautiful pink-and-gold striped wallpaper in my bedroom was faded, looking more gray than rose.
The wallpaper curled in places, revealing cracked plaster beneath.
A truly ugly witch of a woman tumbled into my bed.
She was tall and gangly, with a long nose, and a wild fluff of kinky brown hair.
And she was completely naked, her big butt and tiny, not perfect boobs on full display.
I watched in mounting horror as she was joined by a fat, hairy man.
He reminded me of a short, stocky bear as he rolled her over and dove between her legs. Oh, barf.
I was ready for this nightmare to be over.
Now. I gasped silently when another man walked through me like I wasn't there.
It was the nerdy burglar! He stripped, revealing a truly huge cock that was just impossible on someone so not buff, and joined the two others on the bed.
The ugly woman turned toward him and drew him into a rough, laughing kiss as she bucked her hips under the chubby guy's ministrations.
I continued to turn, intent on getting the fudge out of this room.
My feet faltered as I took in the weirdest vision of all.
A tall, slender…fairy…sat on the arm of my couch, watching the others with an adoring grin.
He flipped his long, girlish hair out of the way over his shoulder and fluttered his gossamer dragonfly wings, licking his lips and gripping his long, hard cock.
Sharp little teeth showed when he grinned in delight.
I pressed the heels of my hands to my eye sockets. No. Just no. It was like I was on drugs or something.
Mary. "Mary?"
"Mary Sue, wake up!" a big, warm hand shook me awake and I blinked up at Dray's concerned face.
The expression on his chiseled perfection was identical to Cass's face as he also leaned in, and for a second there, I had trouble remembering which one was which…
since they were so perfectly perfect and all.
"What the hecking frig?" I cursed—because swearing still wasn’t cute or girly. I sat up, taking in my perfectly normal room, which was not full of ugly people and lecherous fairies. Thank god.
"Nightmare?" Dray asked, leaning back against the headboard beside me.
"You were tossing and turning and saying 'eew' a lot in your sleep," Cass added helpfully.
I grimaced. "It was just a weird dream. I blame the ugly burglar."
Dray nodded, his expression fierce. "We should probably go pay your scrawny intruder a visit. See what he meant about all that magic stuff."
I sighed. I did not want to spend one more minute with mole-cheek and his ugly Hawaiian shirt. But maybe some more alpha male posturing from Cass and Dray would help erase the horrible dream.
Cass patted my shoulder. "I completely understand not wanting to go back in there. But, what if he does know about magic? What if he can teach us, so we can figure out all this stuff about you being a magical queen and all?"
I grumbled, but a few more strawberries and some wonderfully vanilla missionary sex later, and I was ready to face my challenges head-on. I glanced down at my perfectly pink nails. I could do this! I was a gosh darn queen!