Page 91 of Between Two Kings

Tem expected Caspen to retaliate—to stand up and yell at his brother. Instead, Caspen’s hands went to Tem’s breasts. He traced his fingers underneath them before brushing gently over her nipples, which immediately hardened. Then he cupped them and squeezed. His message was clear: See what I get to do? It didn’t matter what Apollo said. It was Caspen’s lap she sat on—Caspen’s cock inside her.

Tem saw this suddenly for what it was: a game. She’d thought she was only playing with Apollo. But at some point Caspen had entered, and he had won. Tem shouldn’t have been surprised. It was exactly in Caspen’s nature to play such a game, one where the ultimate victory was possession. But was Tem interested in being that prize? A week ago she would have said no. But now, with Caspen behind her and Apollo before her, perhaps her answer had changed.

Tem turned her head to look at Caspen.

You used me.

Caspen’s eyes met hers. Did I?

His words hung in her mind.

Caspen had used her. And she’d used Apollo. Perhaps that made them even.

Without another word, Caspen picked her up. Apollo watched them go, his eyes still on Tem as he wrapped his fingers around his cock and began to stroke it once more.

Chapter Fifteen

Have you two done that before?

It was the next morning, and Tem needed to know. Caspen’s head was nestled against hers, his arms around her waist. They’d had sex twice more after the banquet hall, and Tem was so sore she could barely move.

Would it bother you if we had?

No.

That was true. Tem didn’t care whether they’d done something similar before. But it would bother her if they’d enjoyed it more with someone else. She wanted to be the only one they loved—the best one.

No one could compare to you, Tem. That much I can promise.

Tem didn’t know what to do with that information. It meant more coming from someone who had lived a life as long as his, someone who had slept with more people than she could ever fathom sleeping with. Tem hadn’t grown up hearing that she was special. When she was a child, she could have been told it a thousand times and never believed it. To be told it now, as an adult, healed something in her that she hadn’t known was broken.

It feels like you want Apollo to steal me from you.

Nobody could steal you from me.

“Caspen!” she yelped as his fingers dipped between her legs.

Tem. I am not angry that you have a connection with Apollo.

But you seem jealous.

I am.

I don’t understand. Do you…like being jealous?

He stroked her clitoris. Tem was finding it rather difficult to concentrate.

Occasionally.

Was this all a game to Caspen? A play for power? If his brother wanted Tem, that meant she was something worth wanting. Tem could understand that—she felt a similar stab of pride and jealousy whenever other basilisks looked at Caspen. They wanted him. But he was hers.

Tem watched him as he fingered her, his eyes never straying from between her legs.

“How many women have you been with, Caspen?”

His eyes flicked up to hers before returning to the task at hand.

“Many,” he said.