“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.
