A low growl sounds in my throat, and I charge after her. She’s quick, dancing out of my reach.
“Caspian!” she shrieks as I grip her soft waist and pull her to the ground, cage lurching. Down below, most of the guests are watching us. Very few still seem interested in the rose.It’s working.Of course it’s working. Caspian knows these people well.
Rosie puts up a mock struggle, but I grab her legs and shove them apart, taking in a heady breath as I stare at her pussy. Perfect and pink, dripping with the evidence of Caspian’s pleasure. Unable to control myself, I latch my lips over her inner thigh and bite.
She moans and throws her head back, fingers grasping for purchase. I work my way up, doing exactly what Caspian ordered. She spreads for me, not able to keep up her act of resistance. Her thighs tremble as I lower to her. The first taste of her, sweet and silken, is intoxicating, but beneath it lingers atrace of him. Caspian. It should make me rage. But it only makes me hungrier. I run my tongue along her center, soaking wet and dripping. I lap it all eagerly into my mouth.
So fucking delicious. I delve deeper, fucking her with my tongue, until she’s crying out.
“Yes, my pet,” Caspian calls from below. “Use that scum of a prince for your pleasure. The only reason for his pitiful existence is to serve you.”
Rosalina moans, straining to reach down. With one hand, she grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling me harder against her center.
I’m in fucking rapture. I open my mouth wide, taking as much of her as I can, sucking, licking, wanting each piece of her. She writhes beneath my tongue, moaning into the dark, her fingers clutching the iron cage floor like it’s the only thing anchoring her to this realm. And I taste her. Gods, I taste them. Caspian lingers on her skin, a haunting echo. It sends a bolt of heat straight through me. I love it. The wildness of it. The way our magic coils together in her, tangled and unrepentant. She’s slick and sweet and soaked. I drag her to the edge, holding her open, savoring every shudder as she breaks apart, her words a delirium.
I pull back, her taste still warm on my lips. She is flushed, spent. Radiant.
I look down. The crowd is still watching. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Their eyes glitter in the torchlight like predators at the edge of flame. They watched all of it. Every gasp, every thrust, every cry of his name from her throat. They watched me take her apart with my mouth, the intent for her to belong to no one but me.
I growl and shift my gaze to the beautiful prince on the throne.
“Very good,” he claps. “Now fuck her like the whore she is and send her back to me.”
A predator’s smile grows on my face as I stare at my wife, my lips still coated in her.
She’s dazed, mouth parted, cheeks flushed with the kind of heat that could burn through Winter. Her legs remain open in an offering—or a dare.
The crowd holds its breath. Caspian watches with a lazy, wicked smirk, his knuckles propping up his chin. This is his stage. But I am no one’s puppet.
“I said—” Caspian begins.
“I heard you,” I growl.
Then I lift her.
My hands slide under her thighs, pulling her against me in one swift, savage motion. She gasps, eyes flying wide as I press her back to the cold iron bars, her spine arching against them. Magic crackles in the air. Mine, hers, his. A trinity of ruin and desire.
“You’re mine,” I murmur, not loud enough for the crowd but enough for her. “My mate, my wife, my Rose.”
I feel her reply with every heartbeat, every breathless moan against my neck, every tremble of her limbs. We gaze at each other, both desperate. Below, the crowd jeers. Someone throws an empty goblet at the cage.
“Are you going to fuck her or stare at her,beast?” Caspian yells.
“Well, I suppose I’ll get on with it.” I smile at Rose and sink into her.
Her hands claw my arms, head thrown back against the bars, sweat-damp curls falling through them. And shescreams, low and long, for every agonizing second it takes to slowly work my length into her. Her body strains to accommodate my size.
“You took him, you can take me,” I growl, anger and possessiveness coursing through my words. A part of my act.
But I’m not expecting the thrill of desire that flows through our bond at those words. I drop my head to her neck and bite down.You like it hard and rough, Rose?
She does, Caspian purrs.Don’t go easy on her, Kel.
Rosalina meets my gaze, taking my face in her hands. “He played with me, Kel,” she says. “You can destroy me.”
Something inside me snaps. My jaw clenches, breath ragged as I drag her tighter against me, the hard line of my body flush with hers. My eyes flick to the crowd, then back to her—only her. I brace a hand behind her head, the other running up her thigh with a reverent desperation. She wants this. She wantsmelike this. I want to ruin her beautifully.
“Let them watch. Let them see how you fall apart for me,” I growl and bite her bottom lip between my teeth. “By the end of this, you won’t remember how to stand, let alonehisname.”
