The expression doesn’t last more than a heartbeat, turning instantly to the cocky, arrogant grin I know so well.
“Oh, I see now, Flower,” Caspian says with a serpentine smile. “You know, there are easier ways to get me out of my clothes.”
The Prince of Thorns drops the towel and saunters to the bed. He changed while Kel and I were talking, and Keldarion’s pants, too large, hang dangerously low beneath his razor-sharp hip bones. A thin line of hair snakes up to his belly button. His chest is cut with lean muscles that rise to his elegant neck.
He must know I’m checking him out, but I realize this is the first time I’ve seen the Prince of Thorns completely shirtless. He runs a hand over the velvety sheets. “I’ve been particularly fond of this bed lately. It’s much comfier than the one in Frostfang.”
“Did you two spent a lot of time together while I was gone?” I raise a brow.
Still holding my hand, Kel leads me to the armoire where he pulls out a silken nightdress. “I was willing to make any alliance in order to find you.”
“He kicked me out of his bed on full moons, though.” Caspian pouts. “And he only let me kiss him once.”
Keldarion grabs my wrist. “I’m sorry, Rose. He surprised me and—”
“It’s okay, Kel, really,” I say, meaning it. As much as my trust in Caspian comes with strings, there’s no jealousy or possessiveness when it comes to the three of us. Kel turns around, blocking my body with his as I change into the nightdress. It’s the color of silvery moonlight, the fabric clinging to my body like a second skin. Delicate snowflake-patterned lace adorns the bust and hem of the dress. I step out from behind Keldarion and enjoy the way Caspian’s eyes widen, the slight tremor of his lips as he takes me in.
“You kissed me and then Kel?” I say, placing a hand on my hip and staring pointedly at Caspian. “Seems like you’re obsessed with us.”
“Undyingly.” Something in the dark tone of his words makes my heart skip.
“Though, I’m curious.” Caspian puts his hands behind his head. “Whose kiss did you prefer, Rosalina? I think you should give my lips another try, just to make sure you have it memorized.”
“Trust me, I do,” I say, meaning the words to come out in a snarl, but instead they’re hardly anything but air.
Keldarion’s predatory gaze shifts between us, and my possessive, jealous mate doesn’t seem possessive or jealous at all. Instead, he links his large hand with mine and leads me toward the bed. He’s changed as well, now wearing a low-cut shirt and pants.
I crawl into the bed, tucking myself beneath the covers. I’m careful not to touch Caspian as Kel shifts in on the other side, making the whole bed sink with his weight.
“What are you still doing here?” he growls to Caspian without any real venom behind the words.
Caspian tilts his head, then crawls over the top of me to get closer to Keldarion. “First, say whose kiss you liked better. Mine or Rosalina’s.”
“Rosalina’s.”
Caspian’s smile deepens as if that was the answer he was expecting. He turns to me, driving his knee between my legs over the blanket. “In that case, Rosalina should give me lessons.”
Lightning-fast, Keldarion grabs Caspian’s jaw and drags him away from me. “You’re being annoying. Purposely.” He flicks Caspian away, and the Prince of Thorns lands in a heap on the other end of the bed.
My own sneaky smile spreads across my face, and I turn from Caspian, crawling into my mate’s lap. “He’s obsessed with kissing. How about we show him how it’s done?”
Blue fire simmers in Keldarion’s gaze as he grips the back of my neck and pulls me against him. He moves agonizingly slow, lips velvety. He doesn’t even open his mouth, keeping the kiss chaste. A wave of anticipation lingers in my belly, yearning for more. I know Caspian is watching, if only by the deep male groan he emits.
With gentle pressure, Keldarion parts my lips, his tongue slipping into my mouth, filling me with the cool taste of frosted berries and pine. His large hand grips my neck, thumb a gentle pressure at the column of my throat, my mouth and body becoming pliant as he deepens the kiss further, taking me, sucking, biting my lip. A shiver runs through my whole body when he finally pulls away, his half-lidded gaze enraptured, though I’m sure I look stunned stupid by all of it.
When I come back to myself, I turn to stare at our audience. Caspian lies leaning on one arm, but his other hand rests abovethe top of his pants, fingers dipping beneath the band. The thin fabric does nothing to hide his arousal.
A part of me wants to tease him, but at the sight of him watching us, all I feel is a curling desire deep within my body. Keldarion must feel it through our bond because he slides his hand down my back before cupping my bottom, fingers twisting in the fabric.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Caspian says.
I drag my hand down Keldarion’s chest. “You could see a lot more if you’d rescind your bargain, Caspian.”
“Is that what you think?” He smirks, crawling to us, then grabs Keldarion’s wrist. His fingers trace the frosted thorn bargain bracelet. A replica cuffs Caspian’s wrist. “Fine then. Keldarion, I rescind the bargain.”
CHAPTER 32
Keldarion
