Chapter 33
CHAPTER 33
Rosalina
K eldarion, Caspian and me … Is this really happening? All I know is my heart is thrumming in my chest, and I want this. I want this. If the expressions on their faces are any sign—animal-bright eyes, hungry smiles—they want me just as badly.
Kel rolls next to me, and Caspian kneels on my other side. “Ready to come out of the blankets, darling?” Kel asks.
I nod, and Keldarion slides the blanket down, revealing the silken fabric of my nightdress. Caspian lets out a small breath and reaches for me, but instead of touching my body, his long fingers caress my jaw. His features are soft, almost reverent, as he gazes down at me.
Kel might not trust Caspian yet, but I’m willing to wait as long as it takes for that trust to grow between them.
“You look nervous, Cas,” Keldarion says, shooting him a pointed gaze. “She’s not that terrifying.”
“I’m not nervous—” Caspian snaps.
Keldarion reaches across me and grips the back of his neck, then pulls him into a rough kiss. Caspian makes a surprised sound in the back of his throat, mouth opening to Keldarion, his lavender eyes wide before they close as he sinks into the kiss.
Warmth spreads deep within me as I see them together, watching Caspian tangle his hands in Kel’s wild white hair. When they break apart, they’re both gasping. Kel brings his mouth to Cas’s pointed ear. “Watch her face as she comes. It’s the most beautiful sight.”
“As I what?” I stammer.
Keldarion straightens, poking Caspian in the chest so he falls in a heap beside me. Kel’s smile oozes male confidence as he crawls beneath the covers and spreads my legs. There’s nothing but a lump beneath the blanket now as the Winter Prince disappears under them.
The Prince of Thorns’ naked shoulder brushes mine. I inhale a sharp gasp.
Caspian turns to me, tugging on the strap of my nightdress. “I bet she doesn’t have any panties on. You have such an aversion to them, don’t you, Rose?”
I flush, then feel the scrape of Kel’s stubble as his cheek brushes my inner thigh. I groan at the first soft flick of his tongue across my center. My back sinks into the pillows as I squirm.
Caspian lets out a gasp as well, as if he’s anticipating this just as much as I am. “What’s he doing?”
“He’s teasing me,” I moan.
Kel knows exactly what he’s doing, only lightly licking me while kissing the surrounding skin, causing me to heat. My inner walls tighten and every nerve in my body craves him . Finally, he brings his whole mouth to my center and sucks. I throw my head back, grasping the sheets with one hand. With the other, I mean to do the same, but instead I grab the solid muscle of Caspian’s thigh.
He murmurs something unintelligible before pulling me against his chest. Cas’s lips dip to the crook of my neck, just as Kel drives his tongue deep inside me, lapping at my wet heat. An almost inhuman moan escapes me.
“How does it feel, Flower?” Caspian murmurs.
Working through the fog in my mind, I search for words. “Amazing. God, I could feel this for a thousand years.”
Keldarion shifts, coarse stubble rubbing my leg, his voice muffled from beneath the blankets. “I would be here forever if I could.”
Then he forcefully pushes my legs apart, diving deep inside me with his tongue. My breath matches the cadence of his mouth.
“Your heart is racing,” Caspian says, drawing his hand along the top of my chest, fingers dipping beneath the snowflake lace.
I lean into the solid press of his chest against me, grasping his wrist. “Just touch me already.” I guide his hand beneath my dress.
Caspian lets out a deep groan as he palms my breast. “It’s like touching the clouds.”
Keldarion places one of his huge hands on my thigh, gripping me tight, keeping my legs spread wide. His other hand massages the top of my clit in soft circles. “Kel,” I cry out, core heating, stomach tightening. “The blankets, remove them. I need to see—”
Caspian does so with his free hand. I nearly pass out at the sight of Kel between my legs. My beautiful silken nightdress is bunched up to my stomach. The powerful muscles in my mate’s back strain against his tight shirt as he sucks, sucks, sucks me harder and harder. My mind turns hazy, and I tangle my hands in his white hair.
“Fuck,” Caspian swears, turning to look at me. “I have to watch you come, Princess.”
My breath comes ragged. Caspian massages my breast, rubbing his thumb against my sensitive nipple. He grabs it and pulls hard.
“Cas.” I swear, fingernails digging into his shoulder. He doesn’t stop, palming me, pulling and tugging hard.
“Look at me as your mate makes you come,” he commands, lavender eyes wild.
Kel’s pace increases. I dig my heels into the mattress and grip his hair so hard, I’m surprised I don’t pull it out. God , he feels so good. My breath is thick in my chest, my muscles tightening. Then, in a sudden rush, everything releases. A gentle shiver trembles through my body and then unfurls into a crescendo of pleasure.
Kel doesn’t stop devouring me as I come apart. Caspian’s hand stills on my chest, and through the white flashes of my vision, I see his expression, the wide-eyed gaze and parted lips.
My body surrenders to the moment, every muscle tensing and then relaxing in a blissful rhythm.
Keldarion crawls up from between my legs, laying his heavy weight on top of me, and I feel the evidence of his arousal pulsing hot between my legs.
“You are sensational,” I breathe, kissing him, tasting my own heat on his lips.
“Trust me, Rose,” he says. “It is you who is sensational. You are made of sun and honey.”
Caspian’s hand is still trapped between us, and I feel his heavy breath as he looks down at us. “So beautiful,” is all he mutters.
“And delicious,” Keldarion says before pulling Caspian into another kiss. This one seems to send the Prince of Thorns into a frenzy. His tongue drives into Kel’s mouth, tasting every part of him, every part of me.
When he pulls away, his eyes are so dark, they almost look entirely black. They flash down between my legs, still wide open. My pussy is very much on display.
Kel tracks the movement and grips the ends of my dress, pulling it up. “As beautiful as this is, I am ready to gaze upon you in all your magnificence.”
He throws the nightdress to the ground. I lie back on the plush bed, completely bare, arms above my head, hair spread out like a curtain around my face. Kel gazes down with a worshipful stare. But Caspian … A flush starts at his neck and works all the way up until his face is entirely red.
Kel gives him a sidelong glance. “Embarrassed, Cas?”
He throws a hand over his eyes, looking so adorable I think I might melt. “No, I—”
“Blushing for me?” I purr, raising myself up on the backs of my arms. “Do you get this red with all those fae in the Below?”
“No,” he says. “They mean nothing to me.”
“But I do,” I whisper.
“Yes.” His voice is a broken rasp.
“Why?”
He says no more, but I feel it, the unanswered question floating between all three of us. Something enchanted, something dangerous, something I’m too frightened to grasp. My heart careens in my chest so loudly—
I sit up and press my naked body against Caspian’s. My breasts melt against his bare chest, my thighs straddle his hips. Then I grip his face and kiss him. Wildly, mouth open, wet and messy. I devour him the way Kel devoured me, in an I-need-you-desperately kind of way.
Caspian responds with an animalistic hunger, hands threading in my hair. He pushes me back to the bed until he’s crushing me, his cock pressing through his pants to grind against my aching core. I scratch my fingernails down his back and pulse my hips up against his, desperate for the friction. He pulls away long enough to groan my name before diving back into the kiss. His hands glide up my body to caress my breasts, kneading them as we rock together.
“Fuck,” Keldarion says, a broken moan.
I turn my head as Caspian licks his way to my ear. Kel’s sitting on his knees watching us, his hardness evident through his loose pants. I smile at him, loopy and desperate.
“I could come just watching you two,” he says.
Something wild flits through me, and I loosely thread my fingers in Caspian’s hair. “I can’t make you come, Kel. But he can.”