Kel pulls my focus with a low sound. He slides inside me with one smooth, devastating thrust.
I gasp, sharp and involuntary, and he stills, just for a second, watching me with those storm-blue eyes.
“Mine,” he whispers again, voice cracking with something deeper than lust. “Always mine.”
“Yours,” I breathe, dizzy with it. “Fuck, Kel, I’m yours.”
He moves, really moves, each thrust sending sparks shooting up my spine, grounding me even as the world spins. My nails dig into his back, my breath shattering against his shoulder. I give myself over to him, to the rhythm of his body against mine. He knows how to touch me from all our years together. The bed creaks beneath us, sheets twisting as Kel drives me higher, faster, until my vision blurs.
The bed rocks. Ezryn moans. Dayton gasps.
But all I can think about is the way Kel’s kissing my collarbone like he’s sorry for every time he ever hurt me. Theway he grips my hip like I’m the only anchor he has left in the world.
And the way I love him for it.
Kel’s rhythm deepens, rougher now, more purposeful. Each thrust strikes a chord in me I didn’t know I had, unraveling me bit by bit. My body arches, chasing him, needing him.
“Fuck, Kel—” I gasp.
I’m close. So close. My perception narrows to the places our bodies meet, to the sound of his breath in my ear as he desperately whispers my name.
He lifts his head, brow slick with sweat, hair a tangle. His voice cuts through the haze, sharp and low.
“Rosalina. Here. Now.”
I barely have time to blink before she moves. Flushed from Ezryn’s touch, dazed and beautiful, she slips across the sheets. Unfortunately, still clothed in that nightdress.
Kel doesn’t stop moving inside me. If anything, he fucks me harder. But he reaches out, grabs Rosie by the hair, and pulls her in for a brutal, claiming kiss.
She whimpers, body trembling. “Yes, Kel?”
“Lips down here,” Kel growls, dragging her head with gentle force, guiding her mouth lower. “He’s close.”
She doesn’t hesitate.
Rosie slides between us, eyes flicking up to meet mine, and I swear the moment her lips close around my cock, soft, warm, perfect, I shatter.
It’s too much.
I can’t last much longer.
Rosie’s taking me in her mouth, her tongue circling as she hums softly. Kel’s hand is fisted in her hair, holding her in place, knowing she’s his to command and mine to worship.
I come with a broken, ragged cry, Rosie’s name on my lips, Kel’s name on my tongue, my whole body convulsing as white-hot pleasure explodes through me like lightning splitting the sky.
Kel kisses the side of my face. “That’s it,” he whispers. “Let go, Cas. Let us have you.”
And I do.
I give them everything.
Rosalina pulls off me, pearly white coating her lips.
What will happen with the bargain?
Ezryn’s watching her like a hawk to see if any briars will pop up through his perfect bed, but just as the last time she made me come here, she’s too close to Kel for that.
A slight haziness clouds her vision, and she shakes her head. “I told you I’m getting better at resisting it.”
