Rosalina
Caspian nips at the bottom of my ear, his words still ringingthrough 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.
