The three fae kings insist that I'm their fated mate, but they're terrible at sharing. I know I should turn my back on them before they ruin me. They're too feral, ruthless, and possessive. And too hot for their own good. A girl would have a better chance swimming with sharks than tangling with the predatory fae kings between the sheets. “I’ll ravish you for hours. Days. I won’t ever stop.” That’s the fae kings’ ritual of claiming. I rolled my eyes. “Sorry I asked.”