Fire Princes' Bride Teaser Excerpt

She wasn’t afraid of them. They weren’t a threat. Well, not to her physical safety. The interest she saw burning in their eyes was another matter. This promised an interesting introduction.

She shook her head and focused. That spell had taken her power and they hadn’t even said “I’m sorry.”

She turned her head and, as she slowly rose to her feet, looked at the two men—the Princes from the Volirian Realm. They weren’t the first Sobrin men she’d seen, but they were the first Sobrin twins she’d encountered. By the Waters, they were gorgeous.

The two were almost identical. Their skin was blue-green, the most common Sobrin skin color, but these two men definitely wouldn’t get lost in a crowd. Purple hair hung to just below their shoulders. One man had it clubbed back and the other let it hang free. Their slanted, amber-colored eyes glittered as they returned her assessing stare. Her eyes ran over their faces in utter feminine fascination. Angles and planes combined with curves to arrange into visages of predatory beauty.

Both men were of the same height, very tall. Their broad, muscled chests and corded arms drew her eyes. The man on the right wore a red tunic and the one on the left a muted brown one. Both tunics were skin-tight across their chests.

Her eyes skimmed down, switching from one to the other and back again as her interest was sparked. Her gaze slid over their abdomens to powerfully muscled thighs. Both men wore tight black pants and she savored the view. Judging from the bulges at the crotches of those pants, they were well-endowed. For a moment, she allowed her eyes to linger. Her time here definitely wouldn’t be boring.

The only differences she found came in their faces. The man on the right had a slight bump on the blade of his nose. The man on the left had a dimple in his left cheek and the line of his jaw was squarer than his brother’s.

Karissa drew in a deep breath, watching them. They were tempting, but there were two of them. In the Frejan Court, she’d heard of ménage affairs as well as ménage bondings. She didn’t think she was ready to try handling two men just yet. And choosing between them wouldn’t be easy. Sin and temptation in flesh. That the two of them happened to have purple hair and blue-green skin was irrelevant. They were a woman’s fantasy come to life.

Yes, tall, blue-green and packing. Ijina’s sultry purr rumbled through Karissa’s mind. Your mind might say “They are Princes of another Realm. It’s our duty to make sure they return home safely,” but your body says, “Jump them and let’s have fun.”

Karissa managed to restrain the laugh that bubbled within her, but couldn’t contain the smile that curved her lips. With a few sentences, Ijina had managed to lighten her mood. She had been on the verge of anger, ready to rail at them for binding her powers.

“I am Karissa Moshen of the Tengan House of the Frejan Court, Aliara to the Frejan Court.” She curtsied to the two Princes, bowing her head in respect to their titles.

“I am Callan Forain, Prince of the Volirian Court,” the man on the right stated formally in a deep, resonant voice. “This is my brother, Tyral Forain, Prince of the Volirian Court.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Aliara Karissa.” Tyral stepped forward, his smile wide as he greeted her, flashing his long, sharp canines. The dimple again appeared on his cheek, tempting her to explore it with her tongue.

The sight of those fangs surprised her. As far as she knew, their sharp teeth only appeared at times of high stress. But she really didn’t know much more than the basics about Sobrin twins. They certainly didn’t look upset.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Prince Callan and Prince Tyral of the Volirian Court,” she responded formally. A whiff of spicy scent swirled around her. Rich intan spice. She had no idea if it was cologne or their natural male scent, but she felt the strong desire to snuggle up to one of them and find out. “Tell me why you’re still here. There are two of you and you both have great power. You didn’t need the aid of another to help you leave.”

“You took a long time to get here.” Callan’s smile was easy as he stepped up beside her.

“What are you talking about?” Karissa was thoroughly confused by that cryptic remark. She doubted she’d have ever come to this planet if they hadn’t gone missing. “And why are you ignoring my question?”

“We were following the suggestion of one of our fathers’ advisors. He told us to wait for something valuable. And I have to agree that you are beyond compare.” Tyral briefly took her hand between his large palms.

“You were waiting for me.” She stared at them with wide eyes. Why would an advisor from the Fire Realm tell them to wait for her? She certainly didn’t mind meeting them, but she didn’t understand it.

“Yes.” Callan’s hand cupped her shoulder. “Come. We’ll take you to our temporary home.”

The warmth of his palm seemed to burn through the fabric of her shirt. His fingers brushed down her arm and in spite of the high-quality thick cloth, it felt as if they were actually touching skin to skin. Forcing herself to focus, she nodded.

She took Callan’s extended hand. Her mind was racing. Why were they waiting to return to Vinganis? They were both extremely powerful. Even without her aid, they could rip a hole in that spell and get to a friendly world. They’d be able to take her with them without any difficulties. Once on a safe world, they could contact her family.

Karissa stopped questioning what only they could answer. She decided to relax and enjoy her time here. In this situation, having sex with one or even both of them wouldn’t be seen as strange by even the staunchest matron. It wasn’t likely that she’d be given much more time before being sent on her Ra’Asien. She’d take what freedom she could find and revel in it. Ijina was always telling her to relax, to follow her passions. This was one time that she intended to try.