Crimes of Cupidity (Heart Hassle Book 3)

“Just look at all of this pink residue on the ground from the smoke,” I hear an unimpressed voice huff out. “It’s going to need to be scrubbed out.”

I whirl around and beam at the short and stocky brownie fae who is now standing next to the princess. “Duru!” I exclaim, rushing forward. I wrap her into a huge hug, squeezing her excitedly.

She just stands there unmoving until I let her go, but she totally wanted to hug me back. I can tell.

“I missed you!” I tell her.

She frowns at me and starts dusting off what had been her pristine uniform, because I got a little grime on her.

She pulls out a cleaning cloth from her pocket and starts stain fighting that thing like a brownie on a mission.

“You led the brownie revolution, didn’t you?” I ask her slyly. “The king is super pissy about not having any proper servants.” I don’t bring up about how I know this, or how he tried to get a happy ending to his bubble bath.

“Of course I did,” she tells me as she puts the cloth away.

I blink down at her apron. “Wow. You made that stain your bitch.”

She gives me an unimpressed look.

“The cupid said a bad word,” I hear little Tula whisper to Sylred.

“She did,” he agrees with a small smile.

Duru takes one look at the dirty and clinging genfin child and seems to understand what happened.

“Well, I have an entire cake baked fresh from the princess’s kitchens. Could you come with me and try it to make sure it tastes good enough to serve to the princess for tea?” Duru asks, walking forward.

Tula only hesitates for a moment before nodding shyly. Sylred lets her down and the little genfin girl clasps Duru by the hand. They go walking off to the inside of the manor, Duru jumping in to explain the importance of using lemons when polishing copper.

Princess Soora looks over all of us. My guys are still bleeding from several places and I’m about ready to drop. Her eyes flicker to Ronak who is still growling and grinding against me. Every time I try to bat him away, he just bites me on the neck, the asshole.

“Will your mate be alright?” she asks me.

I look over at him as he’s trying to paw my dress off. Luckily, bodice ties seem to be too advanced for him in his current animalistic state, so he just does a lot of pushing and grunting to no avail.

“I hope so,” I reply.

“There’s a chance he won’t come out of this,” Evert tells me bluntly. “You brought him out of it once, but if you keep going into the Veil, there’s gonna be a time where he stays animal.”

I watch my alpha as he starts spinning around to chase his tail and guilt saturates my insides. “Yeah, that wouldn’t be good,” I mumble.

“Go inside. Rest. I’ve already had adjoining rooms prepared for you,” Princess Soora tells us.

We all file into the manor and part ways, with me leading up the stairs to my room. When one of the servants tries to show Evert that his room is down the hall, he gives her a snort and then stalks into my room instead.

“Sorry, two of my mates are assholes,” I tell her.

She eyes Sylred warily. “Nope, he’s the well behaved one,” I assure her.

“I’ll be perfectly comfortable staying in my mate’s room, though,” Sylred replies with a kind smile.

“And what of…” she trails off with a pointed look to the left, and we follow her gaze to see Ronak who undoes his pants, grabs his junk, and pees all over the carpet.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and shake my head. “Duru is gonna be so pissed,” I say. Then I snort at my own joke.

I watch as Ronak gyrates his hips a bit, and I narrow my eyes. Is he…? Yep. He’s drawing a dick on the carpet with his urine. A piss dick pic. It’s actually kind of impressive.

“Should I, umm, take him outside, my lady?” the servant asks nervously. Ronak chooses that moment to turn around full-frontal, flashing her with his impressive cooch cork.

“Ronak!” I snap. “Put your shmecky away, that is not polite!”

Sylred snorts out a laugh, but Ronak just stares at me with his dick still out.

The servant looks about equal parts ready to swoon and ready to flee.

An alpha’s cock will do that to you, I suppose.