“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 sayand 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.
