Chapter 71 Rosalina
Rosalina
Caspian nips at the bottom of my ear, his words still ringing through my body. I sigh, arching into his touch.
How lucky I am to be here with two men I love so much. But more than that, Kel is finally willing to break his curse and complete our mate bond.
I meet the Winter Prince’s gaze. He sits on his heels at the end of the bed, watching us. The words he spoke, the confidence and love radiating through our bond… He’s ready. Today, he’ll break the curse.
Four high princes with all their unbridled magic. One Prince of the Below. And the queen’s daughter. It’ll be enough to save the Enchanted Vale.
I know it.
Caspian kisses me, making me lose control of my thoughts. He places his knee between my legs, spreading them apart, then shoves against my core.
“Mm-hmm,” I moan, realizing how desperate I already am. I lift my hips, grinding against his leg.
Caspian’s hands roam my body, his touch searing through the thin fabric of my gown. I pull him closer, needing to feel every inch of him against me.
A low growl rumbles from the foot of the bed. Kel’s eyes blaze as he watches us.
Caspian’s lips trail down my neck, teeth grazing my collarbone. I gasp, tilting my head as he maps a path of burning kisses across my skin. His fingers wander beneath my gown, skimming up my thigh.
“Kel,” I whimper, “you’re too far away.”
The bed dips as Kel prowls toward us, his movements predatory. He drags a hand over Caspian possessively. Caspian arches into him with a hiss of catlike pleasure.
Keldarion’s hands slide under Caspian’s tunic, the fabric bunching as he draws it over Caspian’s muscled back. Cas lets out a shuddering breath, trembling under Kel’s touch. I watch, transfixed, as inch by inch of his skin is revealed.
Kel leans in, lips ghosting along Caspian’s skin. He inhales. Then, with a low growl, he sinks his teeth into the juncture of Caspian’s neck and shoulder.
“Oh fuck, Kel,” Caspian cries out. I capture his lips, swallowing his moans.
Keldarion tears the tunic over Caspian’s head and tosses it aside. His eyes rake over Caspian’s exposed torso, drinking in every dip and curve of hard muscle. Slowly, he traces the ridges of Caspian’s abdomen, leaving faint red lines in their wake.
“Beautiful,” Kel rumbles.
Caspian offers him a grin over his shoulder. “This isn’t even the best part.”
Keldarion laughs, a sound I still haven’t heard enough of. He unlaces Caspian’s breeches, tugging them over his hips. Caspian kicks them off impatiently. His beautiful cock is already hard.
Kel must see my gaze because he dips his chin in silent command, and I reach for it, stroking Cas’s length.
He bites his lip. “That’s it, Princess, just like that.”
Cas’s hands skim up my sides, bunching the fabric of my gown. In one swift motion, he yanks it over my head, leaving me bare before him.
My nipples pebble in the cool air, and Caspian wastes no time palming my breasts. “That’s it, Prince, just like that,” I say.
Caspian grins, and his smile is so carefree. Kel’s trust hasn’t just freed his own soul; it’s released a weight in Cas as well.
Keldarion presses himself against Caspian’s back, his hardness evident. He reaches forward, trailing his fingers down Caspian’s abs before wrapping his huge hand around mine, which still holds Cas’s length.
“Together, Rose,” he commands.
Kel tightens his grip, causing my hold to wrap more securely around Caspian’s cock, then he guides us up and down.
“Please,” Caspian grits out, though whether he’s begging me or Kel, I’m not sure. Perhaps both.
With Keldarion’s hand firmly guiding my own, we stroke Caspian’s length in tandem. Cas’s breaths come in ragged gasps against my lips as we work him.
“This isn’t fair,” Caspian groans, his hips rocking in time with our movements. Kel’s thumb swirls over the sensitive head, spreading the bead of moisture that has gathered there. I follow his lead, teasing the slit and reveling in the broken moan it elicits from Caspian.
As if spurred on by the sounds of Cas’s mounting pleasure, Keldarion increases the pace, his large hand engulfing my own as we pump Caspian’s cock.
Our fingertips glide over each other, slick and messy.
Lost to the sensation, Caspian’s touch skims over the swell of my stomach before delving between my thighs. I gasp as his fingers graze my center, my hips bucking up to meet his touch.
“You’re so wet for us, aren’t you, Princess?” he says, deliriously kissing me.
“You’re going to come all over her beautiful body,” Kel growls.
With renewed determination, our hands glide over Caspian’s rigid length, stroking and twisting.
Caspian’s head falls back, his lips parted in a silent cry of rapture. The cords of his neck strain as his hips surge forward, thrusting himself through the tight channel of our fingers.
“Come on me, Cas,” I urge breathlessly.
Kel sucks at Caspian’s throat, leaving blooming purple marks. His free hand roams Cas’s body, tweaking a nipple and raking blunt nails down his abs. Beads of sweat trickle down his lean chest.
I stroke faster, in perfect sync with Kel. Cas’s head tips back, his dark hair spilling across his shoulders as he surrenders to the overwhelming sensations.
“Rose, Kel, I’m going to—” His voice dissolves into a throaty groan.
Keldarion’s teeth scrape along Cas’s shoulder. “Paint our mate with your seed.”
Those words send Caspian over the edge. With a hoarse cry, his cock jerks, hot ropes of pearly cum erupting from the tip. I watch, mesmerized, as thick white streaks land across my breasts and stomach and legs, marking me as his.
Cas shudders through the aftershocks, our hands milking every last drop from him. His chest heaves with labored breaths, an expression of pure bliss etched on his beautiful features.
Keldarion pulls Caspian’s head to the side, drawing him into an open-mouthed kiss.
My heart races at the sight of them. I run my hands along my body, loving the feeling of Caspian’s pleasure. Then I look up at them through my lashes. “Well, is anyone going to clean me up?”
My mates’ expressions turn feral.
Without hesitation, Cas and Kel descend upon me. Caspian starts at my breasts, his tongue darting out to lap at the mess painting my skin. Each stroke sends shivers racing down my spine.
Keldarion prowls lower, settling between my thighs. His breath ghosts over my clit. Reverently, he drags the flat of his tongue along my inner thigh, cleaning the streaks of Caspian’s passion. His eyes never leave mine.
As Caspian’s mouth closes on one aching nipple, Keldarion parts me with his fingers. He groans at the evidence of my arousal.
“You’re so pretty, Rosie. Every part of you is perfect,” he rumbles before delving in.
I cry out, my back arching off the bed. Caspian’s teeth graze my nipple in response, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. He pinches and tugs at the other peak.
I run my hands in Keldarion’s hair, holding him against me as his tongue works magic. He alternates between long, slow licks and rapid flicks.
“Kel,” I gasp out, my hips undulating against his skillful mouth. “Please, I need… I need you to kiss me.”
In an instant, he surges up my body, capturing my lips.
“I think our Winter Prince is far too clothed,” Caspian purrs.
Together, Cas and I sit up, reaching for Keldarion. We make quick work of his shirt, tossing it aside to reveal the expanse of his chest. I rake my nails down the defined ridges of his abdomen, relishing the way his muscles tense and flex beneath my touch, loving the feeling of his soft, dark hair.
As Caspian tugs Keldarion’s breeches down, I get another glimpse at his cock. I gasp, my eyes widening. I’ve seen it before but…
I just haven’t given it a proper look since knowing very shortly it’ll be inside me.
Maybe I should rethink this whole curse-breaking thing.
It’s magnificent though, unlike any I’ve seen before. So long and wide, the smooth taut skin stretched over prominent veins, the tip gleaming and slick with precum.
Caspian grins, looking up at Kel with mischief in his eyes. “Well, as always, one of my favorite but most terrifying sights.”
Keldarion smirks, eyebrow arched. “Are you ready, Caspian?”
“Oh, I know I am. The question is can our little Rosie handle it?”
They both turn to look at me, and heat floods my cheeks. I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry.
“I…um…” I stammer, my eyes still glued to Keldarion’s massive length. “How did you even fit that inside you, Cas?”
Caspian chuckles, leaning in to nuzzle my neck. “Lots of practice, Princess. And a healthy dose of delusion.”
Keldarion tilts my chin with his finger until our gazes meet. His ice-blue gaze is soft, understanding. “We’ll go slow, Rosalina. I will never hurt you. We have all the time in the world. Today is ours.”
I nod, heart swelling with love and trust. “Well, how about Cas gives me a demonstration first?”
“Anything you want, Rose.” Keldarion rises from the bed, his powerful frame unfolding. He strides across the room toward the fireplace. The flickering firelight dances along his skin, casting shadows that accentuate every hard muscle.
He reaches for an elegant chair and drags it to the end of the bed.
“What is he doing?” I ask.
“Not sure,” Caspian says, fingertips lightly grazing my pussy. “I’m enjoying the show. Does his cock seem longer from this angle? Should it be jutting that far out from his body?”
I smack him playfully in the stomach. “Stop trying to psych me out.”
“What? I’m trying to psych myself up. Look, Rosie, I’m frightened too. I need a motivational speech to get on that thing.”
“How about this as a speech for you?” Keldarion sits on the chair across from us.
He spreads his legs, fists himself, and begins to leisurely stroke.
“Sit on my cock, and I’ll fuck all that sass out of you until the only words out of those pretty lips are the broken choir of my name.
Oh, and I’ll make sure our sweet Rosalina has a front-row seat to watch as I take you apart piece by piece.
” Keldarion’s voice is pure male, dripping with dark promise.
His hand continues its lazy strokes as he pins Caspian with a heated stare.
Caspian’s breath hitches, and he shudders against me. “Well, when you put it like that, how can I possibly refuse?”
He presses a quick kiss to my lips before extricating himself from my embrace. Caspian opens the drawer in the bedside table and takes out a small glass jar. I watch, captivated, as he then prowls toward Keldarion, his lithe body moving with feline grace.
Keldarion’s eyes rake over Caspian’s form. When Cas reaches him, Kel tugs him down into his lap so that Caspian is straddling his thighs. Their cocks brush together, eliciting twin groans of pleasure.
“I’ve missed this,” Caspian says. “I’ve missed this so much.”
Keldarion captures Caspian’s lips in a ravenous kiss, one hand tangling in Cas’s hair while the other kneads his ass. Caspian grinds down against him.
“Now, turn and look at our mate as you slide onto my cock.”
Caspian pivots gracefully to me. He’s so beautiful. The firelight dances over his pale skin. Dark waves are tousled around his angular face, framing his violet eyes that are locked on me.
Kel takes the small jar from Caspian, opens the lid, and dips his fingers into the shining lubricant.
Caspian lets loose a small gasp as Kel’s fingers expertly prepare him.
Then slowly, tantalizingly, Caspian lowers himself onto Keldarion’s thick, pulsing cock.
A soft gasp escapes his lips as he slides downward.
Inch by delicious inch, he takes Keldarion deep inside until he’s fully seated in the Winter Prince’s lap, their bodies joined.
Keldarion’s head falls back, a guttural roar tearing from his throat. It’s almost like I can see the wolf in him. His large hands grip Caspian’s slim waist, thumbs brushing the trail of dark hair beneath his navel.
He whispers in Caspian’s ear, “Move.”
Cas does, undulating his hips in a slow circle. His face is a mask of exquisite agony, caught between pain and rapture, his kiss-swollen lips parted as he gasps out needy whimpers.
My own breath grows labored, and I slide my hands down my body, reaching between my legs.
Caspian begins to rise and fall in Keldarion’s lap, impaling himself over and over.
His movements are slow at first, but soon he finds a rhythm, bouncing with increasing fervor.
Kel grips Cas’s hips tight as he guides him up and down, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing through the chamber.
Caspian’s cock bobs heavily with each thrust.
“Fuck, Cas, you feel so good,” Keldarion growls. “You handle me so well.”
Caspian tosses his head back, a keening moan tearing from his throat as Kel thrusts up particularly hard. “That’s all you got, Kel? I can take more.”
Spurred on by Caspian’s pleas, Keldarion redoubles his efforts. His powerful thighs flex as he pistons upward, driving into Cas with relentless force. The chair creaks beneath them.
I can’t resist any longer. Watching them has me aching with need. I rub my fingers in circles, my hips lifting off the bed as I chase my own pleasure.
“Mm-hmm, Rose, play with that pretty pussy,” Cas pants out between moans. “Prepare yourself for Kel’s big cock.”
At the mention of his name, Keldarion snarls, biting down on Caspian’s neck. Cas cries out, his back bowing.
I plunge two fingers inside myself and sigh with relief.
“That’s it, Rosie,” Keldarion grits out, his voice strained. “Don’t get too comfortable. You’re about to sit on Cas’s cock.”