Maybe I should rethink this whole curse-breaking thing.
It’s magnificent though, unlike any I’ve seen before. So long and wide, the smooth taut skin stretched over prominent veins, the tip gleaming and slick with precum.
Caspian grins, looking up at Kel with mischief in his eyes. “Well, as always, one of my favorite but most terrifying sights.”
Keldarion smirks, eyebrow arched. “Are you ready, Caspian?”
“Oh, I know I am. The question is can our little Rosie handle it?”
They both turn to look at me, and heat floods my cheeks. I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry.
“I…um…” I stammer, my eyes still glued to Keldarion’s massive length. “How did you even fit that inside you, Cas?”
Caspian chuckles, leaning in to nuzzle my neck. “Lots of practice, Princess. And a healthy dose of delusion.”
Keldarion tilts my chin with his finger until our gazes meet. His ice-blue gaze is soft, understanding. “We’ll go slow, Rosalina. I will never hurt you. We have all the time in the world. Today is ours.”
I nod, heart swelling with love and trust. “Well, how about Cas gives me a demonstration first?”
“Anything you want, Rose.” Keldarion rises from the bed, his powerful frame unfolding. He strides across the room toward the fireplace. The flickering firelight dances along his skin, casting shadows that accentuate every hard muscle.
He reaches for an elegant chair and drags it to the end of the bed.
“What is he doing?” I ask.
“Not sure,” Caspian says, fingertips lightly grazing my pussy. “I’m enjoying the show. Does his cock seem longer from this angle? Should it be jutting that far out from his body?”
I smack him playfully in the stomach. “Stop trying to psych me out.”
“What? I’m trying to psych myself up. Look, Rosie, I’m frightened too. I need a motivational speech to get on that thing.”
“How about this as a speech for you?” Keldarion sits on the chair across from us. He spreads his legs, fists himself, and begins to leisurely stroke. “Sit on my cock, and I’ll fuck all that sass out of you until the only words out of those pretty lips are the broken choir of my name. Oh, and I’ll make sure our sweet Rosalina has a front-row seat to watch as I take you apart piece by piece.” Keldarion’s voice is pure male, dripping with dark promise. His hand continues its lazy strokes as he pins Caspian with a heated stare.
Caspian’s breath hitches, and he shudders against me. “Well, when you put it like that, how can I possibly refuse?”
He presses a quick kiss to my lips before extricating himself from my embrace. Caspian opens the drawer in the bedside table and takes out a small glass jar. I watch, captivated, as he then prowls toward Keldarion, his lithe body moving with feline grace.
Keldarion’s eyes rake over Caspian’s form. When Cas reaches him, Kel tugs him down into his lap so that Caspian is straddling his thighs. Their cocks brush together, eliciting twin groans of pleasure.
“I’ve missed this,” Caspian says. “I’ve missed this so much.”
Keldarion captures Caspian’s lips in a ravenous kiss, one hand tangling in Cas’s hair while the other kneads his ass. Caspian grinds down against him.
“Now, turn and look at our mate as you slide onto my cock.”
Caspian pivots gracefully to me. He’s so beautiful. The firelight dances over his pale skin. Dark waves are tousled around his angular face, framing his violet eyes that are locked on me.
Kel takes the small jar from Caspian, opens the lid, and dips his fingers into the shining lubricant. Caspian lets loose a small gasp as Kel’s fingers expertly prepare him. Then slowly, tantalizingly, Caspian lowers himself onto Keldarion’s thick, pulsing cock. A soft gasp escapes his lips as he slides downward. Inch by delicious inch, he takes Keldarion deep inside until he’s fully seated in the Winter Prince’s lap, their bodies joined.
Keldarion’s head falls back, a guttural roar tearing from his throat. It’s almost like I can see the wolf in him. His large hands grip Caspian’s slim waist, thumbs brushing the trail of dark hair beneath his navel.
He whispers in Caspian’s ear, “Move.”
Cas does, undulating his hips in a slow circle. His face is a mask of exquisite agony, caught between pain and rapture, his kiss-swollen lips parted as he gasps out needy whimpers.
My own breath grows labored, and I slide my hands down my body, reaching between my legs.
Caspian begins to rise and fall in Keldarion’s lap, impaling himself over and over. His movements are slow at first, but soon he finds a rhythm, bouncing with increasing fervor. Kel grips Cas’s hips tight as he guides him up and down, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing through the chamber. Caspian’s cock bobs heavily with each thrust.
