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)
Then they lead me to the largest chambers in the castle and knock on the door. When Isabel knocks, Prince Jasper and Prince Casen—my husbands, now—open it with wide grins on their faces. They wear nightshirts that are like mine, and all I can think when I see them in those nightshirts is that I would like to see my men out of them.
Isabel presents me to them, telling them that if I do not have the most perfect wedding night, they will pay tomorrow. Jasper promises on behalf of both princes that I will have a wedding night like nothing any princess has ever known before, then shuts the door on all of them.
I’m sure the guards who stand in the hall surely have heard worse.
Prince Casen kisses me first. This has been his longest day in full sight of the kingdoms in years, and I can tell he has grown impatient.
I’ve been impatient, too.
Then his hands are on my nightgown, and he and his brother take it off me together. It is finally our wedding night.
Casen
I’ve not told many people this, but when I was captured during the war, I worried most for my brother.
If I died, it would ruin him. Jasper has always been the more soft-hearted of the two of us, and I knew that my body being returned to the castle would turn him into a man he never wanted to be. It would consume him, even if the war ended. He would spend the rest of his life avenging me, and probably never marry. Our kingdom would surely come to ruins. Though we were almost sure by then that he could not have children of his own, he could have had a family, and I didn’t want to take that from him.
When I was returned, I thought for many months that it would have been better if I’d died. He could not stand to see me the way I was and wanted to search the earth for a way to repair the damage.
My scars mark my survival, but losing my voice…never hearing my own voice again was something I didn’t manage well. A few words in bed with Cora and loving the way she moans as I manage them, it heals me in a way I didn’t know could exist.
Still, for all that, my brother was the first one to accept that some damage cannot be undone. My mother has not yet reached that point, and I don’t know if she ever will. Although tonight, I saw her smile so joyously and hug me as if the war had never even happened.
But Cora has never known me to be any other way.
When the three of us tumble into bed on what must be our wedding night—I thought the guests would never leave, and the celebrating would never end—she licks down the front of me, straight to my cock, then licks it until it is slick enough to climb on.
She could have made me slick with her own arousal, but she’s more impatient than even I’ve been. Cora drags Jasper’s hands to her body, and he gladly pleasures her while she rides me.
Gripping her hips, I slow her pace, so my undoing is not too soon.
I suppose Jasper might want a chance at her, too. For now, he is content to watch her come on my cock. The emotion in his eyes does not escape my notice. As much as he stares at her and lavishes kisses on her neck and shoulders, he also reaches between us to feel where I am entering her and where she is taking me deep into her body so he can rub her clit. He loves teasing her, or so I’ve learned.
As much as I watch her arch and moan as she finds release again and again, I also look at my brother.
I never dreamed, when I was held in the enemy camp and tortured to the brink of death, that I would see him again. I knew that if I survived, I would also have to watch him take a wife, and what wife would want to come to a castle where I lived in the shadows? I thought he would leave me alone with the sea to live his life without me hanging over him.
I never dreamed that Jasper’s wife would also be mine.
I’m grateful I was wrong. There is nothing more I could want in the world.
Jasper
Our wife moans out her pleasure from my brother, and I palm my cock, ready to add to the intensity she feels. He lies back on the pillow afterward, eyes closed for a moment, as if to engrave the moment into his memory, and she kisses his face until he stirs again.
Then his eyes darken with a glint I recognize, and he pulls his arms around her, pinning her to his chest.