Chapter 34
CHAPTER 34
Caspian
I ce-frosted kisses, powerful hands, taut muscles, and deep groans of pleasure. It all flashes before me at Rosalina’s words. But he can. Would Keldarion truly allow me to touch him again? Cautiously, I raise my head from the crook of her neck and gaze at the Prince of Winter.
There’s an almost bewildered expression on his handsome face.
“My body is irrelevant,” Keldarion says. “We would both be more than happy to pleasure you until dawn.”
“He’s not wrong,” I agree, licking from the corner of her lip to her ear. I’m rewarded with the softest mewl that has my cock hardening. Stars, I want to sink inside her. I want to be inside of her so much, I think I’ll be sick with it.
But the bonds I’ve rebuilt with Kel these last few months have been tenuous at best. Fucking his mate before he does would certainly strain them.
Besides, if I join with Rosalina in such a way, there will be no hiding what blooms between us.
She’ll know I am her mate.
Though, the way she’s looking up at me now, running her long fingers along my jaw, it has me stupidly thinking … perhaps that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
Her swollen lips curve into a wicked smile. “What if that pleases me?”
The desire in her words ignites a lust that pulses through our shared bond. Stars, it’s a wonder they don’t feel me there.
“Well, if it’s for you, the icy brute can’t resist, can he?” I say and kiss her again because I’m not quite ready to leave this moment yet.
This wild, unexpected moment.
“What will you do, darling, while I see to your mate?” I murmur against her lips.
“Kel can give me something to keep me occupied,” Rosalina says huskily.
As she speaks, I feel soft snowflakes flutter over my back and hair, and then Kel is pressing something cold and long into her palm. I sit up to examine it, then roll my eyes.
“An icicle in the shape of your dick,” I say, crawling off her. “That is so very … you.”
“Come here, Cas,” Keldarion growls and grabs me around the waist.
Then his mouth is over mine, and I am lost in his wild storm. The initial contact is an intoxicating memory. No wonder I thought this kiss could save me.
Thought this prince could save me.
And as he pushes me down to the mattress, a part of me still does.
He kisses my neck before biting hard enough to bruise.
“Fucking mark me,” I groan, digging my hands into his hair. “Do it again. Fuck, Kel.”
His laugh is a low rumble through his chest. Lightly, he laps the sensitive skin before biting down again. My body trembles at the sensation, basking in it. So many people have tried to brand me over the years with the lash of their whips or the commands I never wanted to obey. But his scars are the only ones I want to bear.
And hers.
I turn my head to Rosalina. She’s sitting up, knees spread as she gently moves the ice in circles around her pussy. She’s so gorgeous.
“It’s supposed to go inside you, Flower,” I say.
Her lip trembles. “Just working up the courage.”
I glide my hand down Kel’s chest until I palm him through his pants. “Did you have to make it as massive as your cock?”
“She likes it,” he smirks, “like you did.”
To that, I have no response, my breath heavy in my throat at the new flood of memories. The bastard has the gall to push his hips down, pressing his length harder into my hand.
Biting my lip, I flash a look at him. “Lie on your back. Your mate wanted to see you come, and I’m of a mind to obey her.”
“Good boys,” Rosalina purrs.
“Be grateful of this bargain, Rose,” Keldarion growls, lying on his back, his gaze never leaving hers. “Or you don’t want to know what would be happening to you right now.”
She presses the tip of the icicle against her entrance, body shuddering. “Maybe I do.”
“Ahhh,” I groan, my own cock becoming uncomfortably hard. “You’re distracting me, and I’ve got a job to do, one I’m particularly good at. Though it’s been a long while since I’ve sucked cock.”
The tremble through Keldarion’s body and Rosalina’s cute gasp are more than satisfying. But it’s Kel’s vulnerable gaze meeting mine as I start to work the laces of his shirt that truly undoes me.
“How long?” he asks.
My fingers are still on the laces of his shirt. “You know I’ve fucked other fae. What do you want me to say?”
He brushes the stray hairs from my face with his knuckles.
“Fine,” I continue. “I haven’t sucked anyone’s cock, and no one’s fucked me since you. Every time I did sleep with someone, it just felt … empty. Like eating food but not being able to taste it. Is that what you two want to hear? Besides, I haven’t been with anyone since she asked me to stop.”
“You did that for me?” Rosalina brushes a tear from my cheek.
I hadn’t realized she’d moved so close.
Hadn’t realized I’d started crying.
Fuck, I’m so gone.
“That is what I wanted to hear,” Keldarion says, primal command lacing his words.
Rosalina kisses my shoulder before backing away from us. “I wish I could stay between you.”
“Maybe one day you can,” Keldarion says. “Consider that your motivation, Cas.”
“Trust me.” I grab the edge of Keldarion’s shirt and pull it over his head. “I’m motivated.”
His chest heaves, covered with thick dark hair, scars and muscles visible beneath. His masculinity is the perfect contrast to Rose’s soft figure.
I’ll prove it to you , I think. We may never be able to break our bargain, but I’ll prove to him he can trust me.
I just have to prove it to myself first.
Playfully biting his nipple, I work my way down his chest until I get to his pants, then quickly work them off to reveal his cock. My heart stutters in my chest as I gaze down at him. So perfect, no one in the Below has ever compared.
Of course, I was never in love with any of them.
A smile quirks on Kel’s lips. “Are you going to stare at it or suck it?”
Rosalina giggles, leaning back on the pillows, returning to teasing herself with the ice. There’s enough pleasure radiating from her to not feel guilty about not touching her right now.
“I was just thinking about how beautiful you are,” I say. “Both of you.”
Now it’s their turn to blush, and I take the opportunity to take Keldarion’s cock in my mouth. No teasing licks. I don’t have the patience for any of that. I wrap my lips around the tip and sink deep.
Keldarion gives a deep sigh, as if he’s been waiting for this for a long time, and I suppose he has. I don’t think anyone’s touched his cock since … since me.
It gives me an idea. I break off, saliva dripping down my lips. “Flower, come here.”
“I said no tricks,” Keldarion growls.
“No tricks,” I say. “Just don’t come yet.”
Rosalina crawls on all fours toward us. Her heavy breasts swing in such a tempting way, I can’t help but reach out and grasp one, pulling down on the nipple.
“I want to give her one taste of the most delicious Winter treat.” I lick his length, prominent veins rubbing against the flat of my tongue. “Think you can hold off coming to give her one taste, Prince?”
“Y-yes,” he groans, teeth clenched.
I grip Rosalina by the back of her neck and guide her down. “Open wide, Princess.”
She sighs deeply as her pink lips wrap around his massive cock. Her mouth looks so small and delicate around it. She slides lower and lower, a deep moan echoing from both of them. I grab the base of Kel’s cock, helping him hold back his pleasure, and fuck, she’s not even close to my hand yet.
“Deeper,” I command. She obeys, and I can almost make out the shape of him in her throat.
She slides back up quickly, gasping for breath, eyes wild with pleasure and more than eager to continue.
“Get her away,” Keldarion groans. “Gods, Rosie, you feel too good.”
“Kel,” she whimpers, sliding back to the plush bed. “I want you so badly.”
“I know, love. I want you too.”
Guilt simmers through me. “Let’s make you come, Kel.”
With each deliberate stroke of my tongue, I trace the contours of his cock, feeling its velvet surface stiffen further beneath the gentle pressure. Salty precum drips into my mouth, making my lips sticky. I take him fully to the back of my throat, using my hands to play with his balls, gently squeezing the soft surface.
Keldarion’s moans deepen to a rasp, and I know he’s getting close when his large hand tightens in my hair. I could tease him more, but I’m as eager to taste him as he is to release. He doesn’t need to ask me where to come.
He knows.
I increase my pace, slamming his cock against the back of my throat, my saliva and his precum coating the surface. My mind blurs as his pleasure nears climax.
His cock stiffens.
“Fuck, Cas,” Keldarion says, broken beautiful words.
I fucking love when he calls me Cas. His cock twitches and spasms beneath my palm. In a sudden rush of sensation, his pleasure floods my mouth, salty and sweet. I pump my hand, trying to milk every last drop.
But I don’t swallow like I usually would.
Keldarion’s chest heaves as I rise. He looks at me, a soft expression that makes my heart stutter. But it’s Rosalina I turn to next. She’s watching with a similar expression, legs spread, the icicle a quarter of the way into her pussy.
I place my hands on either side of her head. Open up , I say in her mind, because, well, I can’t use my voice right now.
She parts her lips. I lean closer, then kiss her, spilling Kel’s pleasure into her mouth. She moans as she accepts it, grasping my hair.
“Oh, Cas, yes.” She licks my lips for any last drop. “Kel, you taste so good.”
A quick glance over at the Winter Prince shows he’s just as aroused by this as we are. But I’m not done with our little Rose yet. I reach between her legs and grasp the end of Kel’s icicle.
“How did you like having that enormous cock in your mouth, pretty?” I begin to push it deeper, and she squirms. “Now imagine that big cock fucking you raw, filling you so full of cum, you can’t be filled any more.”
Her only answer is a broken cry as I start to move the icicle in and out of her with a new rhythm, fast, then slow, then fast. “How deep can we get this, Flower? How deep do you want it?”
“Deeper,” she gasps. “More, Cas.”
I grin, looking down at the beautiful sight of her pink pussy being filled. Her wetness and the melting ice coat my palm, and I inch the massive shape deeper and deeper inside, feeling the resistance of her inner muscles.
“Let me soothe your heat,” Keldarion says, closing the distance between us. He runs a hand along her stomach to cup her breasts. His hand sinks deep into her soft flesh, molding and unmolding the shape beneath his powerful grip.
He kisses her, no doubt still tasting his own cum on her lips. I take the opportunity to shove the icicle all the way into her. Her moan is muffled against her mate’s lips. I press my palm flat against her mound, feeling her slick pleasure merge with the icy water.
“I don’t know about you,” I smirk, “but after all this excitement, I’m parched.”
I kiss them first, their lips still locked together, before making my way down her body until I get to her center. My lips are still caked with Kel’s cum, but I don’t care as I press them to her entrance, cold and warm all at once. He was right. She tastes like honey and sunshine. I lick her folds, dancing my fingers around her clit.
“Oh, Cas,” she whimpers. “Damn, I love this.”
With each leisurely lick, I explore the contours of her pussy, tracing intricate patterns against her smooth surface. Kel was right. It would be easy to live between her legs for a thousand years. I’ll never be done with the feel of her, the euphoric taste of her pleasure dripping onto my tongue. Knowing how full she is with the ice cock only spurs my excitement.
“Come on my lips, Flower.” Each lick across her center is bliss, bringing me deeper into a haze of pleasure.
Keldarion grips me on the shoulders and moves me so I’m lying on the bed next to her. “Did I do something wrong?” I gasp, light spinning in my vision.
“Absolutely not.” Rosalina smiles. “But there’s been a change of plans.”
Keldarion brings his face close to mine, wild hair tickling my shoulder. “We decided she’s going to make herself come at the same time as I make you come.”
Now my heart truly stops. I hadn’t even heard them whispering. Or perhaps they used their mate bond to speak in each other’s minds. “I always knew you two would conspire against me.”
Keldarion has already gripped the too-big pants I’m wearing and easily slides them off my hips. I can’t remember the last time I was this bare before someone. In the Below, I always left something on. Never showed anyone my full self.
All three of us here, naked, open, vulnerable. A part of me wants to shut my eyes, overwhelmed by it all. But then Kel is running his palm down my chest, a million memories swirling in his eyes as he looks down at me.
“His cock’s as pretty as he is,” Rosalina purrs. She’s got the end of the ice again, working it in and out of her pussy. It’s smaller than it was before, melted by her heat.
“One day maybe you’ll feel how pretty this cock would be inside you,” I say back.
“Keep dreaming, Cas,” Keldarion says.
“Rosie’s played with your toy,” I say. “Now she can have mine.”
Without a thought, I summon briars stripped of their thorns. Two crawl up to wrap around her ankles, spreading her legs wider, and a third probes her entrance.
“What do you say, Flower?” I smirk. “Let me in?”
Gingerly, she places the ice to the side, and I guide the briar up, letting it slide inside her and explore.
Rosalina lets out a whimpering sound, gripping the bedpost and biting her lip.
“If it’s too much, you take control and stop them,” I say.
“Oh god!” she says in response, writhing as the briar begins to work in and out of her already tender pussy, plunging deeper and deeper with each stroke.
“As for you,” Keldarion says, “how do you want to come, Cas? My mouth or my hand?”
Butterflies flutter in my stomach, and I can hardly believe he’s above me. This is terrible. I’m so far gone. “Your hand on my cock,” I whisper, then point to my lips. “And your mouth here.”
“Predictable,” he says, lowering his weight to one arm beside my head, while his other gently caresses the contours of my length. He wraps his entire hand around it, squeezing hard as he rubs up and down. With each stroke, I feel the knots of tension unravel, melting away beneath his skilled hands.
“Kel,” I whimper and reach between us to grasp his cock. “Hard again?”
“How can I not be with what you’re doing to her?”
Two briars are still tight around her ankles. I seek for control of the one inside of her. Through my connection, I’m able to feel her muscles contract and tighten around it as it fucks her fast, matching the pace of Kel’s hand.
“How fucking beautiful you look beneath me,” Keldarion growls, kissing me with a furious passion. He rubs my cock against his own and the sensation is pure bliss.
“I can’t last,” I gasp. “Fuck, Kel.”
“Come for me, love.”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve come,” I pant, “and not been completely alone after.”
Kel strokes faster now. “Oh, how I’ve enjoyed your little presents.”
Stars, this feels so good. My head rolls back, fingers clasping the sheets. “I only did it to make you jealous.” I shouldn’t admit to that. No one I’ve been with has made me feel like this, and being in her presence is even more electrifying. “Did it work?”
He leans over me, chest pressing against mine, hand still furiously working my cock. “You know it did.” He kisses me, teeth biting my lip hard enough to draw blood as he pulls away.
But that look in his eyes, that possessive tone that claims me—it’s near enough to send me over the edge. I tilt my head to the side, seeing Rosalina strung up in my thorns, eyes rolled back to white as my magic works her. “Ready to come, Flower?”
She responds in little gasps and sobs, the only intelligible words our names. “Cas, Kel, I-I—”
I feel her body explode, my own pent-up release not able to withstand the pleasure surging through our bond. Frantically, I grasp for Kel’s hard cock, needing to feel his release. It’s as if something has awakened between the three of us, transcending words and language.
“Kel, Rose—”
My pleasure surges forth, a torrent of warmth spilling into Kel’s palm, and I surrender to him and his touch, feeling his own release coat my body. Beside us, Rose collapses, gasping and smiling.
Keldarion kisses me, and all I feel is warmth. I wish I could grab Rosalina but it’s still too soon. Is it too soon?
The reckless Winter Prince doesn’t seem to care. He grabs her around the waist, lips still locked to mine, and pulls her between us. She’s still gasping for air. Our hands and mouths and legs intertwine. I don’t ever want to be untangled.
We lie breathless for what seems like an eternity. Keldarion stirs just as the dusky pink light of the impending sunset drifts over us. Kel helps us both up and into the attached privy to wash. Kel is quickest, of course, leaving Rosalina and me alone. We don’t speak. I can’t stop looking at her, the perfect curves of her body, the long fall of her dark hair. She’s taking me in too, a flush across her cheeks.
You were made for me , I think.
I must be getting sloppy because her flush deepens.
By the time we come out, Keldarion has fresh linens on the bed and two soft long tunics laid out.
“Kel’s clothes are quite comfy,” she explains, sliding one on.
I do the same, seeing the tunic fall to my mid-thigh. The two of them crawl into the bed, and Rosalina looks back at me. “Aren’t you coming?”
Kel growls. “I’m not going to kick you out now.”
But I just shrug and point to my nose, where a small line of black rot drips. “I can’t.” I wish I didn’t sound so pathetic. Despite only exerting the smallest fraction of my magic, this rot will always win. At least I was able to spend a while on the surface this time. It was a treasure.
“No, no, no,” Rosalina says, crawling to the edge of the bed. She loops her arms around my shoulders. “You don’t feel that sick, right? Cuddling is the best part, I promise.”
“I don’t think it works like that, Princess,” I say, stroking her hair.
“Stay, Cas.” Rosalina presses her lips to mine, fingers tangling in my hair, and starlight blooms bright inside my chest so hot, I wonder how she doesn’t feel it. Maybe she does. Maybe she always has. Maybe she just doesn’t know what to call it.
I deepen the kiss, pushing her backward on the bed. I don’t know if it’s my imagination, or just the fact that dying in their arms is preferable to the Below, but I sense some relief from the sickness in my blood. I crawl into the bed beside Kel and Rosalina. “Just for a little while.”
Rosalina lies down curled in Kel’s arms, her head on his chest, and I lie on her other side, wrapping my arms around her waist, pressing my chest tight to her back.
“Are you comfy, Cas?” Kel asks, his arm outstretched long enough to play with the ends of my hair.
“Very,” I say, dipping my head into Rosalina’s hair. Feeling safer than I have in twenty-five years, I drift to sleep.