His touch slips lower. Lower.
“What about me, Cas? How will you kiss me?”
I turn my head and meet his eyes, frost-blue and burning with desire.
“You?” I whisper.I’ll kiss you like I love you.
His mouth crashes against mine before I can say another word.
It’s fierce and hungry, like he needs to prove I’m his. The kiss is teeth and tongue and breathless groans, his hands moving over me like they can’t decide where to land.
And maybe they don’t need to decide.
They land everywhere.
Over my ribs. Down my thighs. Palming my ass and yanking me tighter against him until there’s no space, no breath, no room for anyone else but him.
I can barely think. Barely breathe.
He breaks the kiss, panting against my lips. “Next time you kiss someone else,” he rasps, “I expect to be invited.”
I grin, biting down on his bottom lip. “Next time, you’ll be first.”
He growls and pushes me beneath him in one smooth motion, pressing down until I feel every inch of him.
“Damn right I will.”
Kel plants his hands on either side of my head, his body a wall of heat and muscle and need. The ice in his veins might be cold, but against me, he burns.
“You going to let me take my time with you?” he asks.
I arch up, wrapping my legs around his waist. “You’re already taking it, aren’t you?”
His mouth finds mine again. Rougher. Like he’s trying to carve himself into me from the inside out. His hips grind against me, slow and deliberate, his hand sliding up my chest, over my ribs, then down, down, until he throws off my pants and grips my cock. It’s so hard now.
I gasp, my back bowing. “Fuck, Kel?—”
“I want to see you fall apart,” he mutters against my skin. “Do you want everyone to witness how you come?”
Gods, I do.
He grips a hand along my thigh and lifts my hips. I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance. Are the others watching us? I don’t know. I can’t look away from his gaze.
But even through the haze of pleasure, I catch it.
Movement.
Soft sounds. Breathless ones.
I turn my head to see Rosie’s eyes fluttering closed, Ezryn’s hand cradling her jaw as he kisses her. His body is curved protectively around hers, fingers tracing a slow path beneath her sleeping gown. He meets my gaze.
“Alright, Prince of Thorns, I’ll give it to you,” Ezryn growls, collaring Rosie’s throat with his massive hand. “You do look pretty when you’re about to be fucked.”
Fuck the High Prince of Spring. If he makes me come early, I’ll kill him. “Pretty enough to kiss?”
He ignores me, tongue halfway down Rosie’s throat. Beside them, Farron has disappeared. He’s under the covers now, curled between Dayton’s legs. Dayton’s head is tossed back, but he’s watching me, mouth open in a soundless moan as his fingers twist in the sheets. His other hand reaches for Rosie, finds her thigh, squeezes.
It’s a mess of limbs and mouths, all of us out of control.
