My Rating: 3 ⭐⭐⭐ (Solid. Filthy. Confusing. But I came, so it’s fine.)
Series Status: Bruh, I don’t even know what the fuck is happening- but I need the next book immediately because curiosity and horniness have won.
We Have:
✅ Dark Romantasy
✅ MFM (with a suspiciously loaded side-eye at possible MM 👀)
✅ Dark Fae & Demigods
✅ Fated Mates
✅ NonCon and On page Abuse
✅ Hidden royalty (probably, maybe, who even knows anymore)
✅ Filthy mouths that made me audibly moan
✅ Trauma, power, and a sprinkle of therapy avoidance
✅ Smut that actually smuts
✅ Plot twists that slapped harder than an Alpha in rut
Listen, the opening chapters had me feral. I was taking notes like a horny academic - laughing, grimacing, and whispering “oh no baby don’t do that” every three minutes. The dedication alone should’ve been a warning label: “For those who want to be fucked by two sassy fae males.” Ma’am. - It's me - I am those people.
It’s dark and depraved, written like the author pulled up a chair, dumped a pile of trauma, magic, and filth on the table, and told me to deal with it. By the halfway mark, I was completely feral for both of them - dirty talk so obscene it should come with a content warning, pacing that whiplashed me straight into obsession, and world-building that felt like an ancient prophecy got drunk and started sexting.
By 67%, I stopped highlighting entirely because the plot went off the rails in the best way possible. Memory reveals, god-level betrayal, and a twist that made me clutch my metaphorical pearls. I don’t even know who’s good or evil anymore - but baby, those filthy-mouthed fae can keep talking like that and I’ll forgive every sin.
It’s dark, it’s smutty, it’s occasionally written like a storytime confession on Reddit, but goddamn if it didn’t entertain me. The writing wobbled a bit - definitely first-person-narrator energy - but I ate it up anyway. I’m feral for more.
The smut smutted. The plot plotted. And my moral compass spun like a fucking fidget spinner.
The Case File: Evidence of My Descent Into Unhinged Horniness
Exhibit A: Dedication promised “two sassy fae males.” I said “say less” and immediately lost composure.
Exhibit B: “Sleeping arrangements?” - Me: “I’m up for a fae sandwich.” I got one, still haven’t recovered.
Exhibit C: Filthy-mouth prince quoting sins like scripture. Moisture levels: critical.
Exhibit D: Three-finger surprise with zero warm-up OSHA violation - but spiritually fulfilling.
Exhibit E: Jacobs ladder piercing reveal. Knees: absent. Brain: buffering.
Exhibit F: Twist so chaotic I dropped my Kindle, my snack, and my dignity.