Rosalind’s POV
Then he laughed with a deep bass sound that went straight to my core. “Is that true, Rosalind?”
Just the other day, it had been Cillian suspecting my whereabouts while now it was Killian.
I wondered if I was so bad at sneaking in or if the two brothers were just so damn observant that they seemed to know exactly where I was and what I was doing all the damned time.
I folded my arms irritatedly.
“What are you getting at Killian?”
I needed a hot shower to relax my muscles then a quick nap.
Even though I had slept there, I still felt tired. Even though River had warned me about how difficult it could be for my body to acclimate to the time zone I never expected it would be this bad.
It was as though my body was constantly trying to orient itself to wherever I was.
Killian tilted his head and stepped inside my room, closing the door.
He took a step towards then another and another until he was a step away from me then before I could register it, his hand shot out and he pulled me up against him and I yelped as I found myself in his arms.
His nose trailed down my neck making me shiver as though he could scent my lies.
“You are so hot, Rosalind.”
His teeth bit on my skin lightly and a shiver went through me, my hands went up his chest to pull him closer or push him away, I wasn’t sure.
His lips were at my ear. His breath was warm and provocative.
“Too hot especially when you try to hide things from me.”
I froze. Did he suspect where I had been? No, there was no way he would be touching me like this if he knew, right?
Killian pulled me even closer to me. So close that I could feel his erection rub against me.
If he knew… I couldn’t let anyone else find out. How could I make him stay quiet about something like this especially when he had begun to hate magic even more after my abduction?
“Killian, I” I began to speak but Killian didn’t let me do that as his tongue came down my mouth and with so much intensity until I fell apart in his arms as he kissed me and pushed his hand between my legs.
I gasped into his kiss at the touch as he continued stroking and teasing me, my legs falling further apart. His lips left mine, Killian wasn’t the one for romantic kisses and intimate touches. That was Cillian.
His lips travelled to the side of my neck making me tip my head to the side giving him more access to my nape.
I felt myself getting wetter. Wetter to the extent that I could hear the wet, slurping sounds from his fingers inside of me.
“Killian please.” I whispered breathily as his teeth sunk into my throat and my hips grated against his fingers. He couldn’t keep torturing me like this, touching me and making me feel so hot but not hard enough to get me over that edge.
His lips went to my earlobe kissing and tugging on it making me shiver at the feeling of his hot breath over my skin.
Then he whispered seductively into my ear. “Tell me where you went.”
Fuck. We were still on this matter? I thought that I had distracted him not knowing that he had been the one to distract me.
At my hesitancy to speak, his fingers crowd inside me made me jump even higher and my hold on him tightened.
“Oh, Goddess.” I gasped.
I felt him chuckle darkly against me then his voice as low as sin as his fingers moved almost languidly in me now compared to their rapid movement of before. “I usually prefer Killian.”
I moved my hips urgently against his fingers but he still continued the same slow and steady movement drawing me in but dragging my orgasm out to the extent that it was almost gone.
“Please.” I pleaded unashamedly. I was hot, breathless and horny as fuck. I didn’t mind begging him. I needed it now, hard and fast.
I could hear the haunt in his voice as he responded. “You know what you need to do.”
Armour where I had been all night. Admit that I was a witch like the crazy rogues and he would never touch me again. If that happened, I wouldn’t be able to survive it.
I didn’t speak and Killian decided to amp things up, his fingers digging deep into my arm pushing me up against my wardrobe, one of his hands in my neck choking me but not quite before grabbing my breast harshly making me wince at the combined assault of pain and pleasure.
“You know you want this,” Killisn taunted and he added another finger inside me making me feel tight and stretched out as his fingers began to tormenting me so much that I could barely breathe, barely think.
“You want it hard, rough. I can give you that.”
My body was a slave to my desire for him. If he wanted to fuck me at that moment, I would have spread my legs as far as they could go and allowed him to.
It was as though he could read my mind because the next thing his devilish voice said was in tune with my imagination. “Or I could take you like I did that woman while you watched.”
I didn’t know it was possible but I got even wetter. I thought of being on all fours in front of him while he fucked me like that, his hips moving so punishingly while his whip came down on my behind.
I thought of him pushing my head down into the bedding barely letting me breathe as he took me, owned me while he treated me like I could have been anyone. His fingers moved inside, every movement unbearably pleasurable reminding me why I should be giving in.
If I gave in, he would fuck me like he would any random nameless girl that had the pleasure of being in his bed.
“You want it.” His voice sharpened into a demand now and I broke.
“Yes.” I almost sobbed, my need rising far above my rationality. If telling him would make him let me come, I would let him of course I would.
“I was”
I began when suddenly the room door opened and Cillian walked in.
Cillian fucking walked in.
He walked in to see Killian fingering the hell out of me, my breasts popping out of my dress, my dress hiked up and Killian’s teeth biting on me.
The scent of arousal was thick in the air. So thick that he should have smelt it before he even knocked. There was no mistaking what we had been doing but I pushed Killian away.
Killian looked surprised until he saw his brother at the door and he broke into a sick grin making me feel all shades of ashamed.
“This will be interesting.” He smirked.
Interesting? He was the one that had come up to me and touched me so much that I was still sort of hot from the look in his eyes. And he didn’t even think to pick the don’t.
I wondered if it was his usual nonchalance or if he was putting in a special effort today because he wanted to hurt Cillian.
“Cillian, I’m sorry, I…I can explain. Let’s talk.”
I took a step towards Cillian but he merely raised his hand silently asking me to pause and I was suddenly aware that Killian’s scent must be all over me.
Why did it feel like I had betrayed the memory of what we had yesterday? The cuddle that I had woken up to felt somehow even more intimate than what Killian and I just did?
His eyes went to his brother and the anger was palpable. Cillian’s voice came out curtly and short in anger or… in pain.
“I came here to tell you that the witches have attacked. The council has called a meeting.”
The news hit me like a blow to the stomach that made me stagger in complete disbelief.
Impossible. I had been there just a few hours ago. I had seen no preparation or debate for any such attack. During our training, River had been so honest and open if a little but taunting about my lack of abilities.
I was suddenly reminded of the fact that time moved differently between us and what might have seemed like a short time for me here might have been a long time for the there.
Enough time to make decisions and strike. No, I refused to believe River of all people would have had any prior knowledge about this and kept it from me. That he would risk my life like this because that was what it was.
The moment my truth was found out, that I fraternized with the enemy and had magic, I would be dead.
No, he wouldn’t. Something was wrong but it wasn’t anything I could do anything about until I had taken charge of my position.
Killian’s amusement disappeared as he kissed my cheek and straightened my gown before leaving the room.
Cillian’s angry gaze burned into me before he turned and left with his brother without a backwards glance at me and I felt my heart break.
*****
Cillian’s POV
I still felt unable to process what I had just seen but the enemy didn’t care about that which was why I was here at a meeting with Killian who still reeked of Rosalind’s arousal.
“We open our borders to them and they do this? We must retaliate.”
Arthur unsurprisingly was the advocate of violence not that it was unwarranted in this case.
The witches had taken advantage of the treaty to ambush a shipment of taxes in silk, gold, diamonds and other valuables on the way to the Palace. It was more than out of line. It was practically a declaration of war.
The idea to retaliate was a good one but where would we begin from? We knew close to nothing about them.
I looked to Arthur certain that for him to bring up the idea, he would know the solution to the problem.
“Good idea, Arthur, but where? We don’t even know where they are.
A sick smile came on his face as he looked at the entire council. “Let us bring Princess Rosalind in for questioning.”
Anger rose swiftly within me. I should have known he would try something like this.
“Never.” Killian and I growled in sync then we looked at each other for the first time since I caught him with Rosalind, our intentions in our eyes.
Before Arthur would get his hand in her he would have to get through us first.