And why can’t I?
“Come inside me, Cas,” she gasps, still shaking from her high.
Ahh, she’d love that, wouldn’t she?
To be sent to her precious Winter Prince. And while the thought of sending her to him, used and spent and covered in me, has some sort of pleasure…
I want to keep her more.
“I’m never letting you leave.” I slip my cock, near ready to burst, out and step away.
Keldarion will never have her again.
24
Rosalina
The shadows have stopped moving.
The thorns have retracted from my skin.
My body aches, and my lips are still swollen from his kisses. I sit up as the Prince of Thorns crosses the room. He picks up his discarded cloak.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it, love?” He tosses the cloak over to me. “Couldn’t keep your eyes off it.”
How did he know?
He lazily pumps his cock as he watches me search through the folds of the fabric. Empty.Empty.He must have moved the rose.
The Prince of Thorns lets out a pained groan as cum spills over his hands. He sighs and stares me straight in the eye. “Would have rather emptied that in you. Guess I’ll have to start getting creative to make that icy bastard fall out of love with me.”
My eyes drift to the frosted thorn bracelet on his wrist.
Kel will always love you, I say in his mind.As I will.
He either doesn’t hear or ignores me and wanders to the attached privy.
A long sigh escapes me. My plan didn’t work.
Why do I feel this way?
I should be furious. Sickened. I should be screaming at the moon for ever believing he could be saved.
But instead, I press my hand to one of the thorns that broke through the mattress.
Because for a moment I saw him.
Not the Prince of Thorns.
Not the green fire god with eyes like molten emeralds and a voice that cracks the sky.
Caspian.
The man who once touched me like I was something precious. The man who saved me again and again. The man who stopped me from creating a darkness in my own heart, who bore that burden for me. The man who told me he feared his own magic and what might happen if he ever lost himself.
He lost himself.
And now I’m standing in the aftermath.
