Rosalina
Keldarion, Caspian and me … Is this really happening? All I know is my heart is thrumming in my chest, and I want this. I wantthis.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 crawlsbeneath 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.
