“I’m broken, Ez. You know that.”
The Spring Prince snatches my wrist, baring the twisted frosted bracelet. “Your bargain stated it would break on its own if there was no more love between you two.” His words are hushed so as not to wake Rosalina, but still cutting as a knife “It is clear the Prince of Thorns holds no love for you, so tell me why you cannot let him go. For Rosalina. For your people.”
“I wish I could, Ez. Long nights I have thought every vile thing there is of him, and the list is staggering. I have stared daggers into the bracelet, yet still it remains.”
Ezryn swears something under his breath and tosses my wrist away. Rosalina stirs at the sudden motion and curls into Ezryn, despite the hardness of his armor. Her bottom and long legs drive into me, as if she’s determined to be touching us both at the same time.
“She is very fond of you,” I say.
He runs a gloved hand through the locks of her chestnut hair. “And I of her.”
“I never thought of myself as one to share a lover, but there is great joy in seeing the pleasure she gets from all of you. And great contentment in knowing the protection you offer.”
“Or the protection she offers us,” Ezryn muses.
“That seems to become more and more true by the day.” I run a delicate hand along her brow. “You’ve saved us so many times, my Rose.”
She gives a little smile, then begins to sleepily paw at her clothing.
“Silly girl fell asleep in her heavy robe,” Ezryn says.
“That can’t be comfortable.” I eye my brother across from me, and we both shift. The thought of undoing Rosalina’s clothes sets my body blazing.
Ezryn delicately unties the knot around her waist. She rolls to give him better access, murmuring a sleepy, “Thank you.”
“How long have you been awake?” Ezryn asks.
“Not long,” she mutters without opening her eyes. “Just dozing. This was too hot.”
“Of course. Is there anything else you require?” I ask as I pull the robe off and toss it away, leaving her in only a thin pink slip.
“Thank you,” she mumbles, rolling around in a dramatic display to get comfortable before finally deciding to burrow her head into my chest and press her hips against Ezryn’s.
“Just when I think she can’t get any cuter, she does things like this,” I growl under my breath.
Ezryn makes a low sound. “I don’t think cuteness is her objective right now.”
He pulls the blanket down over her hips to reveal her slip ridden up to waist height, revealing her milky white thigh draped over Ezryn’s leg. He runs his hand over the skin, causing her to shiver—and press her soft chest into mine.
And I know exactly what he means.
“Did I ever tell you about the time she sat on my lap and almost came on my thigh?” Ezryn growls.
Rosalina shoots her eyes open. “No! That’s way too embarrassing!”
“Embarrassing enough not to do it again?”
Rosalina gives a little peep, and he tugs her harder against his leg. Her eyelashes flutter as she begins to writhe against him. My heart increases as I watch them move together. How he seems in tune with exactly what she wants.
“Though you didn’t have this barrier last time.” Ezryn pries a finger beneath her panties.
She wiggles, legs spread on either side of his thigh. “Off. Take them off.” Then her brown eyes widen. “If that’s all right with you, Kel.”
“Watch your mate’s face as she comes,” Ezryn says. Not a question, but a demand. One I am happy to obey.
“I have seen her face in such a way only once, and that was simply beautiful,” I say. “You must not touch me, Rosalina.”
“Yes, Kel.” She nods sadly.
“Then we agree,” Ezryn says. With a quick efficiency, he yanks off his gloves then strips Rosie of her clothing.
“Fuck,” I groan. Watching him touch her, I can’t help but shove my own hand beneath the blankets to grip my cock.
The sight of them is staggering. Rosalina, completely naked, her rosy skin writhing against the silver metal, every part of her soft: her delicious curves, her full breasts, all squished against the hard and imposing Prince of Spring.
His large hand captures her entire breast and squeezes. She cries out, grinding against him.
I massage my cock, feeling as though I may come undone at any moment.
“Show me, Kel,” Rosalina gasps. “I want to see you.”
I throw the blanket off my heated body. My shirt has risen up, leaving my chest exposed. I slide my pants down to my knees and give my hard length a stroke.