CHAPTER 1
Phantom opens a portal to my front door. And once we’re inside, I close and immediately open it again… the portal is still there.
“Looks like we’re on house arrest,” I tell them.
They haven’t been to my apartment often, and I watch them move through the tight quarters—not meant for three. Mooralan suddenly remembers to take off his boots and sits down so abruptly, Ferrok almost falls with him. I have to press my lips together to keep from laughing.
“I guess it makes sense to stay here,” Ferrok says when he’s righted himself again. “Your apartment doesn’t have my name attached to it.”
“Not yet.” Mooralan puts his boots by the door before he says, “And by the time it does, the reason it is will be enough to make it safe.”
“How long do you think?” I ask as Mooralan wraps an arm around me.
“At least a standard week,” Ferrok says.
“You two will get to hang out here while I have to go to work…” Mooralan dips his head and kisses my neck. “That doesn’t sound particularly fair.”
“Take the week off,” I tell him, leaning into his hold.
Sighing, he says, “I don’t have the time.”
“I think you should be able to get days off when there are lives at risk.”
“Take unpaid leave,” Ferrok pushes Mooralan’s hair out of his eyes. “I have unexpectedly come into a bunch of money… I can make up the difference in what you’d lose, as long as no one calls in my debt.”
He’s joking, but still… “You know you don’t really owe me anything. Money or… anything else.”
“I do.” He leans close and nips at my neck. “But as soon as the interest gets high enough, I am transferring the original amount back to you.”
“That will take less than a week.” Mooralan chuckles, and his brows pinch. “You know what else I just thought about?”
There’s a knock at the door, and we all flinch.
“Both of you into the bedroom.” Mooralan points at the open door.
“Not a chance,” Ferrok says. “I’m not going to let you get shot if they aren’t picky about who dies.”
A message notification pops up on my wall screen with an urgent symbol, and while the two of them discuss how they might open the door without dying, I flick the soft button on the wall and read the message.
“It’s fine.” I tell them, looking back at the door. “Phantom sent us something.”
Still, they look at the door with suspicion.
If I want it open faster, I know I could make it happen. All I’d have to do is try to open it on my own.
But they still look stressed, and I don’t think it would end well.
“Phantom also said we can order anything through them and it will be delivered.” I look at the closed door. “Maybe it’s noodles?”
“Why noodles? Ferrok’s confusion and Mooralan’s laugh breaks the tension and pulls them out of their overcautious paralysis.
I shrug. “Why not?”
When Mooralan cautiously opens the door, the portal is still there. A bag falls out of it onto my floor.
“What is it?” I ask. Hopefully, it’s not noodles. That would be a mess.
When he picks it up, his eyes narrow and his head tips to the side. “Phantom can’t read minds… can they?”
“I don’t think so.” That might be another ten million dollar secret.
“I was just about to mention that I don’t have any clothes. And then they throw this at us.” He turns the bag so I can see inside. “These are my clothes.”
“So they might not be a mind reader, but they’re not above breaking and entering.” Ferrok laughs softly, and I take the bag, setting it aside with the one Ferrok packed when he planned to leave us.
“We have a week and nowhere to go… you aren’t going to need clothes if you don’t want them.”
He hums a sound of contentment. “That’s probably why they also gave us a gigantic bottle of lube.”
I look down and see the cap peeking out among his things. “They do like to plan ahead.”
Mooralan picks me up, kissing me wickedly. “Do you want to play a game?”
“Depends on the rules and the stakes.”
“It’s a three-player game.” He uses my hand to point at Ferrok. “First, our prince needs to take off his clothes.”
“I like this game already.”
Mooralan distracts me with kisses to my neck and across my chest while we both watch Ferrok undress.
“Sit,” Mooralan says, still using my hand to point. “Over there.”
Ferrok’s eyes twist to the side and then return upright, narrowing, but he doesn’t argue… he just walks to the other side of the room and sits.
“This is the part where things get fun.” He nips at my ear. “Will you be my puppet, Jade?”
I nod. “Play with me.”
Chuckling, he keeps me facing Ferrok and starts to peel off my clothes.
The rules of the game aren’t difficult to guess when Mooralan keeps me well out of Ferrok’s reach.
Whispering in my ear while he takes his own clothes off, Mooralan says, “He’s ours. I think we should remind him of all the things he would have lost if he’d actually left us.”
I nod as his hands sweep over me, making me shiver.
He sits on my sofa, lifting me into his lap, and placing my legs on the outside of his.
When he spreads his legs, he spreads mine too, and Ferrok has a perfect view.
He curses and shifts, and I fight the urge to squirm when his fingers trail over my pussy.
Ferrok isn’t the only one he wants to tease.
All eight of his hands move over me, positioning me where he wants me, and one of them slips over my mouth, holding tight.
“Look at our prince. He sits there so patiently, just waiting for us to give him permission to come join us.”
With his hand over my mouth, I can’t give that permission… which I suppose is the point.
Mooralan’s fingers slide over me, spread me, and tease at my entrance.
Ferrok watches us, and I couldn’t look away from him if I wanted to. Mooralan’s hand holds my face exactly where he wants me.
I’m not certain this isn’t a punishment for me too.
“Do you want to come play with her?” Mooralan asks him.
He nods, but when he starts to stand, one of Mooralan’s hands shoots out, wagging a finger at him. “I didn’t say you could. I asked if you wanted to.”
“Yes,” he says, swallowing. “I want to come play with you both.
“You can wait.”
And he makes him.
He toys with me mercilessly.
I moan and writhe as he works his magic.
My body twitches in his arms as the orgasm hits me, and he holds me tight while we both watch Ferrok.
“He’s such a good prince, isn’t he? Should we let him play along before he ruins the furniture?”
I don’t know if he means tearing holes in the arms of the chair he’s gripping so tight, or getting cum on the fabric.
I don’t care.
Nodding, I move my face until he lets me speak. “He’s the best prince. And he deserves a reward.”