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“I am a simple creature.” He grins while Eden giggles. “Your turn, sweet princess.”

Smiling, she taps her chin. “How old was I when I had my first kiss?”

“Sixteen,” Castor says at the same time I say, “Twenty-two.” The age she is now.

“Yes.” She grins at me. “You’re the first suitor I was ever allowed to be courted by officially. Aside from Hugo, of course.” She shudders.

“Who the fuck is Hugo?” my brother and I growl in unison. Our gazes meet for a moment before Eden shakes her head.

“Hugo was an awful prince who visited the palace in the summer, but he’s dead now. Amaryllis’s fiancé killed him.”

“Good.” I don’t fancy taking a detour to murder any princes right now. “Come back over here.”

“What?”

“Your dare,” I remind her. “I want you in my lap now.” Castor thankfully releases her waist as she slips from his lap. The second she’s close enough, I tug her into me, holding her far tighter than I did before.

“Your turn,” she whispers.

I pause in thought. “When is my birthday?”

“Midspring the 13th!” she squeals after a few moments. I’d be surprised that Castor didn’t beat her to it, if he didn’t seem to be enjoying seeing her in my arms so much. He’s edged closer to the foot of the bed, watching us both.

“Correct,” I say.

Her eyes drop to my lips. “Would you kiss me?”

“As if you even need to ask.” I pull her face towards mine, searing her with a kiss so intense that she gasps. My tongue slides over hers, basking in the sweet taste of her.

Fuck, she really is as sweet as a bakery.

I squeeze her rear as she moans, and I swallow that up too. She’s all mine. Every last drop of her.

“Ask another question,” Castor says huskily.

Breathless, Eden draws back. “What’s my favourite food?”

“That pasta Lux had made for you on your first night here,” Castor replies while I’m too busy staring at Eden’s lips.

“Yes.” She smiles at him.

I barely notice my brother standing and stalking towards her until he says, “Kiss me now.”

“No,” I snarl.

“Play nicely,” he teases as she glances between us. “Why don’t you touch her for me?”

“What?” I scoff.

“Touch me, Lux. Please.” Eden’s begging melts all my anger away. “You know I’ll always be yours,” she says before Castor tilts her chin up, but I’ve had all the convincing I need.

Keeping one hand on her backside, I bring my other to her chest, sliding open the laces of her bodice. She arches her back as my hand cups her breast. When I pinch her nipple, she moans. Castor swallows it with his kiss, thankfully keeping his hands on her face while I roam her body.

“Ask your question,” I growl at Castor.

Pulling back from the kiss, he gazes into Eden’s eyes. I should stop touching her, but I can’t. I don’t want to. My other hand is tearing the gown from her body.

“What colour are my eyes, little princess?” he asks her.