Page 90 of Shattered Jewel
“You don’t say?” Kaspian deadpans.
Elara rushes into the room, Cav on her heels.
From my stance near the door, my hand snakes out, fingers curling around her wrist. “Not so fast. You’re leading us on quite the chase. Wilder almost losing a leg should finish it.”
I glance from her to the others, reading the hunger in their eyes, the wolfish intent. Anticipation fires through my veins, hot and potent.
And by the look in her eye, we’re not the only ones in desperate need of distraction.
“Then come and claim it,” she breathes.
Wrenching free of my grip, she bolts for the door, nervous laughter bubbling up her throat as our footsteps pounding behind her, the thrill of the hunt spurring us on.
Elara’s game has reached its fevered pitch, and I’m no longer certain whether I’m the hunter or the prey. All I know is, Elara craves the chase, the capture, with every fiber of her being if she’s baiting us like this.
I race through the halls, my shoes silent on the flagstones, my brothers’ careful breaths mingling with her gasping laughter. She leads us on a winding path, darting through narrow passageways and up twisting staircases, putting all her knowledge of the manor and her mother to use.
But in the end, as I knew it would, her flight proves futile. We corner her, caging her against the wall with our much larger bodies.
Kaspian braces a hand beside her head, lips curving. “Caught you, little beastie.”
Elara squirms, trapped between us, my body humming at her proximity and the arousal flushing her cheeks.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
“Then do your worst,” she says.
Wilder, flanking Kaspian, responds, “Oh, trust me. Our worst is better than most men’s best.”
“Prove it,” she dares.
It’s Cav who reacts first, reaching under her nightgown and pulling at her panties, the silk fabric swishing down her elegant, toned legs and pooling at her ankles before he teasingly reveals her glistening arousal. Elara steps out of them and he tosses them to me.
I catch them with a half-cocked smile as Elara tracks the movement, her eyes growing hooded. She remembers my longing for the scent of her pussy, wet and inviting.
The sight makes my pants tighten further—if that’s possible.
Elara rewards Kaspian by allowing him to caress her fiery hair and cup her breast in his hand through her nightgown. His fingers gently squeeze and massage her flesh, feeling the hardness of her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Whatever went on earlier between Elara and Kaspian wasn’t good, because Elara rewards Wilder differently altogether.
She lets him take her soft breast into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the hard, sensitive nipple. His face becomes as peaceful as I’ve ever seen it, savoring the warm taste of her skin and the feeling of power that comes with controlling her pleasure.
Fuck. Finally, it’s my turn.
I place myself between Wilder and Kaspian the moment Cav peels off her nightgown, Elara now completely naked except for that cursed amulet, gleaming between her breasts like a captivating witch’s eye. I ignore it and kiss her, my tongue slipping past her lips, her teeth, to play with hers.
She cups my jaw and tips my head back, plunging as deep as she wants, sucking up my saliva, my soul. The heat between us skyrockets. Our bodies press together. She grinds herself against me, moaning softly into my mouth.
The adrenaline from impressing her fades, replaced by a carnal lust that’s as deep as it is dark.
Her scent wraps around me like a chain, driving me absolutely batshit insane at the same time. My fingers twitch with the urge to touch her, to claim what’s ours. I’ll to rip apart anyone who dares to lay his fucking eyes on her once she leaves this manor.
She’s ours she’s ours she’s ours.
That’s a sentiment I will remember forever.
“Can’t play nice anymore,” I rasp as I sever the kiss.