Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
It is Casen who takes her chin in his hand and tips her face up for a kiss—but not to himself.
To me.
Then I thread my fingers through Cora’s hair and kiss her deeply. Her lips mold to mine and the small hum of devotion is everything I’ve needed in the past few hours.
Her body melts against mine, though I can feel herself press against Casen.
When Cora comes up for breath, Casen takes his turn.
My body is beginning to get over the shock of what’s happened. My cock hardens, and when Cora looks up at me again, I can see the same desire written on her face.
Quickly enough, we have removed her outer gown, and the three of us sink to the soft rug before the fire.
Casen
* * *
We don’t have time to give Princess Cora all the pleasure she desires. That is my only regret. As she kisses me, then turns to my brother, already panting, I am too lost in this victory.
I do not know how it is three people can be wed. I only know that if Princess Cora wishes it to be done, then it will be. It also feels as if this is what the Fates have planned for us. Why else would our entanglement have occurred?
I was not rejected.
Neither was Jasper.
And we both have fallen for her. I do not mind being wed in secret. But not from my brother.
It’s a strange feeling, that neither of the things I anticipated have come to pass. I had thought one of us would win, and one of us would lose. Now, on the rug with Cora, I’m beginning to see that there is yet another way.
I kiss the princess while Jasper slides his hand up her linen underdress. Her soft lips mold to mine. I part them gently with my tongue and enjoy the warmth of her mouth as I listen to my brother ensure she’s ready to take the both of us.
“So wet,” he says softly, and Cora arches on his fingers. While he touches her, I dip my hand into her collar and find the soft swells of her breasts. Her nipples rise to my touch.
And then, as I feel bolder, I move my hand under her underdress with my brother’s.
I find his fingers slicked with her pleasure, and as he pumps them inside her, I find her clit and begin to rub. Her soft cries of pleasure and the way her head lulls back is everything to me. I love the sight of her in the candlelight. I love how together, we can show her the true pleasure she deserves.
Cora orgasms on both of our fingers, moaning against my lips.
We cannot spend all night in this sitting room. We must give her more. Jasper lies on his back on the rug, undoing his pants, and I position Cora over him. I move behind her, nudging his legs out of the way, and help her to ride him. I slick up my cock with spit as well, my pants open, and rut against her ass until I come, Cora orgasming for the second time and Jasper lost in his pleasure.
“I need more of this,” Cora whimpers. “But we must—”
I kiss the side of her neck.
“We must finish our courtship,” Jasper says. “We must announce our engagement.”
Chapter 23
Cora
As a celebration of our successful courtship—and as a way to escape the hubbub of our unconventional announcement—the princes take me away to the castle where they grew up. Isabel accompanies us.
I‘d not thought I would be awed by the sight of a castle, having grown up in one myself, but the princes’ castle shines on a cliff overlooking the sea. It looks like something out of a fairy tale, with shining blue water spreading out forever behind it and green fields rolling down to the road. It is tall and white with many spires and colorful flags waving from the top of each one.
The carriage takes us up the hill to the main gates, which are thrown open. Soldiers in gleaming armor line both sides of the road. I’m stunned by the beauty here. By the sense of home.
As the squires carry in our things, the princes lead us on a tour of the castle. It has many wings.
“The east wing is where our rooms are, and where your rooms will be as well,” Jasper says. He shows us two rooms next to each other with a connecting door. They’re suites, in fact, and we will be able to sit out on the balconies as the sun rises in the morning, taking it in. “I thought you would prefer the blue room, Isabel, and I had thought of the green room for you.”
“My mother loved this color green,” I say, filled with more appreciation and warmth for both princes. Maybe it’s a sign. It seems they took their time in learning things about me—not just that I wanted to be married off to a husband who’s quite good in bed and “adventurous” as Isabel called it, but things about my life outside of them as well. “I would very much like to stay here.”