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Desire roars through me, and I pull Rosalina to my lap. I push her silken nightdress up, then plunge inside her, her wet heat enveloping my cock. I drown in her scent, in her impossible softness. She lets me mold her breasts with greedy hands, lets me rake my nails down her back and kiss the slope of her jaw. Her hair is everywhere, her wrists caught in my grip as I pin them behind her. She gasps into my mouth, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

“Kiss her,” Kel urges in a rough timber. “Show her what I do to you. Show her how good you are.”

I kiss her. She’s soft, but she isn’t any less fierce. And then I lift this stupid skirt and take her all the way to the hilt. She hisses into the kiss, grinding deeper against me.

The friction is maddening, amplified by Keldarion’s cock inside me, both sensations converging and multiplying so the world narrows to nothing but this. I can’t tell if I’m moaning for myself or for her. They’re the same noise, rising and falling as we chase each other’s peaks.

Kel groans into my hair, arms caging me against Rosalina, hips snapping up hard enough to lift us both. Each thrust lands deeper than the last, reaching places I didn’t know existed. “You see her face?” Kel pants, planting one hand on my chest, the other gripping Rosalina’s ass to guide her. He’s orchestrating our bodies like he owns us. “She loves this, Cas. She loves you. Give it to her.”

Rosalina’s head drops onto my shoulder, and she bites down, hard, marking me as Kel fucks me into her. “Please, Cas.” Her voice is a broken thing, all tears and need. “I want you. I love⁠—”

Kel’s fingers find the back of my neck, drawing me into a searing kiss. Somehow, even in the swarm of touch and tongue, I’m aware of the rest of the room—Dayton’s laughter as Farron sprawls over his lap, cock in his mouth, auburn hair tumbled and wild. Ezryn, looking well on his way to transforming into his beast, tries not to stare at us, but his hands betray him, one pressed firm over the growing shape in his trousers.

Rosalina nips at me, kissing all the way to the knot in my throat, then bites down until I yelp. “Pretty boy,” she teases, fingering the lace at my chest. “Let’s see if Kel tears it off you.”

“He better,” I say. “I hate this fucking thing.”

Kel’s hard length spears me. “Not yet.”

Rosalina turns on my lap, summoning Ezryn without a word. He crosses the room, flushed, strangled by restraint. She buries a hand in his hair, draws him down, and kisses him long and deep. He trembles under her touch, dark eyes wild.

“Good boy,” she purrs and begins to undo his breeches.

I can’t look away. He’s shaking, every muscle rigid, and she smiles up at him, gentle and predatory all at once. Finally, Ezryn’s cock springs free, flushed and leaking. He stutters, biting his lip, but Rosalina leans forward and slides her lips around the head.

Rosalina works Ezryn’s cock, slow at first, then with practiced rhythm. Her body shakes from Kel moving me and me moving her. Stars, I can’t stop watching. Ezryn braces both hands on her shoulders, head thrown back.

Rosalina moans. She looks up at him with those impossibly dark eyes and shifts so she can take more, deeper, her nose pressed to the sprig of thick hair at his base. Ezryn crumples, hips jerking forward, and she doesn’t pull away; she swallows him, draws back, plunges down again.

Watching them, I lose myself entirely: Kel’s thrusts become punishing, each motion grinding me down against him. Rosalina pulls off Ezryn with a wet pop and licks his tip, smirking as Ez whines.

“Rose,” he gasps, voice breaking, “please⁠—”

“Stars,” Kel pants, the first time he’s sounded truly overwhelmed tonight. “Look at her. Fuck, look at them, Cas.”

I do. I can’t stop. Dayton and Farron are gone in their own tide. Farron’s slumped forward, humming around Dayton’s cock.

I wink at Ezryn from behind Rosalina’s mound of hair, offering him my most pleading tone. “What about giving me a taste, Ez?” I smirk. “I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”

Ezryn sighs. “No.”

“Ez, don’t you think I’m pretty?” I blink up at him.

He grumbles, stony face unreadable. “Pretty annoying.”

Then he reaches forward and palms my neck before covering my mouth with a calloused thumb. Well, I’ll take what I can get. I bite the tip before sucking it deep.

He hisses but doesn’t pull away. Gods, I’m so hard.

Kel must sense how close I am, because one hand slams down on my thigh, pinning me into him. He fucks me with the kind of ferocity he saves for battlefield killing blows, and the world lurches with every pulse. Each thrust is blinding, perfectly lined up to force me deeper into Rosalina’s heat, so slick and tight she clings to me, her own rhythm growing desperate.

It’s past teasing now; her hair is sweat-damp, knotted around my fingers, and she resumes sucking Ezryn’s cock like a primal animal. She breaks off, gasping, “Don’t stop. Please. Caspian, I–I can’t⁠—”

Ezryn removes his hands from my mouth and fists my hair, tight. “You heard our girl, Cas.”

I grab her hips and thrust deeper than I’ve gone all night. Her nails dig into my arms, and she shudders, her climax washing over us both like a breaking wave. She clenches me inside her, and the sensation is so intense it wrings a cry from my lips before I’m biting down on her shoulder.

Kel’s cock rams me again, and it’s too much. I tighten around him, milking every inch. He grinds his teeth before unleashing a roar. Stars flash behind my eyes as I come, buried in Rosie so deep I couldn’t crawl out if I wanted to.