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Caspian

Keldarion’s hands settle on my hips. His palms are large. They trail over the embroidery of the ridiculous skirt I suffer through wearing, but his gaze is the real weapon. Assessing blue eyes glitter as they scan me, like I’m something rare and precious.

“Hmm,” he says, voice low. “The cut here, good for movement. And this lace?” He brushes a knuckle along my collarbone where the neckline dips indecently. “Very soft. Flattering too.”

“Are you seriously evaluating me as if I’m a sword?” I mutter, trying not to squirm under his scrutiny.

He leans in, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “You’re sharper than any blade I’ve ever held.”

My breath hitches.

He moves again, deliberately, until his calloused fingers snatch the hem of the skirt. “And this,” he says, voice roughening as he lifts the fabric to expose my upper thigh. “Perfect access.”

I roll my eyes, but my heart races. “You’re enjoying this far too much.”

“Would it be wrong to say that kiss from Dayton was sufferable,” he murmurs as his hands grip my ass possessively, “to have you like this?”

Blood floods my face. “Kel⁠—”

He kisses me then, full and hard. Somewhere beyond me, I hear Dayton whine about his kiss, but Keldarion steals every thought right from my head.

His tongue flicks against mine, demanding and sweet all at once. I melt into it, into him, drunk from the feel of his hands and the rush of fire through my body.

When he pulls back, his gaze cuts toward the other figures in the room. “What do you think, Rose?”

Rosalina steps closer. She’s wearing a silken nightgown of the lightest lavender color, with thin straps that seem to hardly contain her bountiful breasts. Her dark hair softly curls over her shoulders, eyes sweeping across me with equal parts mischief and heat. She hums in appreciation. “I think he looks beautiful.”

Something in my chest twists, tight and hot. She’s not just teasing or playing along. She means it.

Kel shifts beneath me, steady hands turning me in his lap, positioning me with ease. I can feel his intention as he works the laces of his breeches. I know what’s coming next. “Does the skirt really turn you on that much?” I hiss.

A grunt and the hard shape of him against my back are the only answer.

Rosalina’s gaze meets mine, and it’s full of something I can’t name. She reaches for me, and my fingers brush her waist. I kiss her, careful and reverent. She tastes like summer wine and wind-stirred flowers. My hands slide along the soft fabric of her clothes. She’s so breathtaking, it aches.

Maybe this outfit isn’t so bad. In fact, I’m starting to enjoy this game after all.

I pull Rosalina closer, and through the break in our kisses, I see Farron crawl onto the bed beside Dayton. Ezryn leans on the wall.

Kel bites my neck, and stars flood my vision. “I want to fuck you, Cas. Wanted to throw you on the bed as soon as you came out in this thing.”

“Next time, we should put Rosie in it,” I say.

Her brows shoot up, but from the way Kel’s cock hardens on my ass, I know he likes that idea a lot.

Kel’s hands make quick work of the last fastenings, then he lifts my hips, and the blunt head of his cock nudges my opening. My body gives way, knuckles white where I dig into his thighs. He eases inside slowly, pushing past resistance like it’s nothing, flooding me with a sharp, perfect ache, crowned by the drag of heat up my spine.

He groans, forehead pressed to my shoulder, nose in my neck. “You always take me so well, Cas,” he rasps. A shiver goes straight through my bones. “You look so fucking good like this. Like you only exist so I can ruin you.”

Then he’s moving with shallow, torturous thrusts that let me feel every inch, every ridge and vein. He lengthens it out, edging me just to the brink, and the anticipation builds until I can’t do anything but whimper into Rosalina’s mouth. She’s kissing me hungrily now, her tongue wet and insistent and her hands all over, kneading my chest, tracing the curve of my waist, teasing the soft flesh where skirt meets skin. Her eyes flutter open, and she gives a wicked little smile as I buck helplessly on Keldarion’s lap.

“Oh,” I gasp, “fuck, Kel⁠—”

“I intend to,” Rosalina growls, then bites my earlobe.

A rumble transfers from Kel’s chest through my whole body. “Now, Cas, are you going to help our mate out?” he says. “Because I have a feeling she’ll be filled a lot tonight. Why don’t you soak her with your cum, sweet boy?”