Rosalind’s POV
I must have lost it. Because if I hadn’t there was no way I would think to talk to a council member like that.
I wondered if this was how it began. The arrogance that Adelyn wore like a cloak. Was I slowly turning into one of them even though I felt that I had been right in defending myself?
I didn’t know and I suspected that I might never. At least not in time to do anything about it.
And I had been unable to take the book out to crown it all. I wondered if he would go through the book that a worthless person like me has been going through or if my words would have driven him to anger as he walked out.
I was so consumed with my thoughts that I lost touch with my surroundings and someone suddenly pulled me into their arms and I looked up to see Cillian.
My eyes widened in surprise.
“Cillian?”
His name had barely left my mouth when his lips came down on mine and he kissed me so soundly that I forgot we were in the hallway where anyone could see us.
He pulled away looking at me quizzically.
“Why were you at the library?”
What would I tell him? The memory of what I had seen in the library disturbed me but no words came from my mouth and before I could decide how to respond to his question, he kissed me again.
I pulled away this time breathless.
“You need to stop kissing me if you want me to respond. Also, anyone could see us here. Then what would we do?”
“You have a point.” Cillian agreed and dropped another kiss on my cheek before pulling me along and in seconds to minutes, we were ensconced in his room and he was getting me naked.
I could get used to this.
“I needed something to fill up my time, that was why I was at the library.”
Cillian released a low growl, his lips at my name biting, sucking and teasing the life out of me as his fingers undid the rope of my gown’s corset.
“What am I for?” He muttered against my skin.
I moaned, my body way too sensitive and responsive to his touch. “You are a prince with princely duties that do not involve being tied to my bed.” I managed to rasp out.
He laughed then he stroked my chin with his thumb and my eyes widened in shock of his good a simple touch like that felt.
“Well, I was sort of imagining you tied to my bed and not the other way round,” The hint of a smile crept up his face. “But I might be down for it if you have a good pitch.”
I had zero inclinations towards what he was saying but I felt my knees grow weak at the way he said it, his gaze eyes boring into mine, his thumb still going over my chin again and my eyes fell closed without much of my interference.
“One full day without you Rosalind and I don’t know what I am feeling.”
His words made me melt as he leaned in, my breath coming quickly. Cillian leaned in and it felt as though we were sharing a breath. Then my corset finally gave way beneath his fingers and he pushed down my gown to the floor.
And for a moment, for all his urgent kisses earlier, all he did was look at me as though I had hung the sun or something.
“I feel the same.” I said finally, my heart racing.
Cillian let out a low growl, his hand settling around my waist. “Then why did you stay away so long?”
I thought about it for a bit. Why had I stayed away apart from being distracted by Killian and magic? The answer stunned me so much that I remained stunned for a little bit more and Cillian paused in his ministrations and I found my voice again hesitantly.
“I-” His teeth bit into my neck as I paused again. “I might get addicted to you.”
Cillian let out a chuckle as though I had said something funny. “You mean you aren’t already? “Because I am.”
My heart skipped many beats at his words and I clung to him fiercely.
“I want you so bad, Cillian.”
He dropped a kiss on my jawline. Then another on my nape. My heart raced and my breathing became way more strained from these little touches that were taking me under.
It felt like I was spiralling out of control. My wolf wanted him to bite down on that expanse of skin on my nape claiming me in every way possible.
That was a bad idea. A very bad idea especially because I was engaged to his brother, not him. If we tried something like that, I was fairly certain that Arthur would have my head.
Cillian’s hand dropped to my waist as he wove the fingers of his other hand through my hair pulling me closer.
The world froze at that moment.
“Cillian.” His name came out as a plea at that moment and he answered.
He kissed me again and I stopped existing.
I opened my mouth to him and gasped into the kiss as I felt his thickness between my legs. Our kiss grew more frenzied as our tongues tangled and I began to move my hips against his.
His lips left mine and wandered to my nape as though he couldn’t get over his primal urge to mark me and honestly, it made me so hot. The licking, kissing and nibbling.
I turned liquid in his embrace, my fingers pulling him closer. I wanted him to bite down harder. I wanted him to claim me as I wanted him.
He pulled back and his eyes were molten gold as he stared at me with so much desire that I wondered why I had reservations about doing this at all.
“I want you to mark me.” I informed Cillian and he froze. I raked my nails along his back, my teeth biting into my lower lip nervously before I continued. “I know it’s wrong since I will be mating with Killian but I want it anyway.”
Cillian growled, his hold on my hair tightening but not tight enough to hurt. That was what Killian would have done. Then he would have given me exactly what I had asked for with such a brutal intensity that I would regret asking for it.
“Don’t say things that will make me lose control, Rosalind.” Cillian’s voice was strained and I could feel the razor edge of his control almost slipping.
“It is talking everything to hold myself back from doing all the things my wolf hungers to do to you.”
I felt myself grow wetter but he was right. If we jumped the find now and regretted it, it would hurt too much. I could wait. He was worth every second of delay.
I ran my fingers down his side meeting his gaze.
“Apart from marking each other… let’s do the rest.”
Cillian smiled at me then he lifted me and we were in his bed. He moved away from me and I heard him hurriedly taking off his clothes and I got wetter and wetter.
When Cillian moved right back on top of me, his lips pressed to mine almost hungrily and I responded with almost equal ferocity.
His hand pushed between my thighs that fell open at his touch. Cillian’s lips left mine and moved to my breasts. I moaned loudly, my nails at his back and his back clawing at him.
“Cillian please.” I moaned, pled. Begged.
I felt so drenched that I could hear the wet sounds from where his fingers moved inside me.
“I want you so badly, it hurts.”Cillian grunted, his voice laboured as his lips left my breasts.
Cillian didn’t let me respond to him before he covered my mouth with his again. Our tongues slid against each other and the kiss was surprisingly intense.
His hands drifted down my body squeezing my breasts, waist, and hips as though he couldn’t decide on where to touch as we kissed then he settled more firmly between my legs that spread slightly to accommodate him.
One of Cillian’s hands curved around the back of my head and urged on our kiss. I shivered in the wake of his touch. I was hot and breathless when I finally pulled out of the embrace.
Cillian looked flushed too, and his chest rose and fell rapidly with his breathing. The look of want he gave me almost made me combust.
I was hot, wet, and throbbing now so I shifted again, moving one of my legs over so that I could grind myself against one of his.
My breath left me completely as Cillian began to move lower, his lips drifting and dropping kisses as he went.
My fingers clenched my bed sheets tightly as his mouth worked me over like a professional. It felt so intimate, so embarrassingly hot and I don’t think I had ever been so hot.
An image of Killian spanking me and me choking on his dick popped into my head and my cheeks warmed. Well apart from that time, I hadn’t felt so hot in my entire life.
Cillian’s tongue stroked up me tasting then moving briefly to tease my clit and I shivered, goosebumps over my skin.
My hips moved in time with his touch.
“It’s so good.” I choked out, as I felt the quick jolt of pleasure.
Cillian played with my clit for a few seconds, until it felt so good my inner muscles started to spasm. Then he licked down to my entrance, probing and lapping.
And too soon my arousal had taken on an urgency I’d never experienced before as his tongue fluttered just at my entrance, as his tongue sucked hard at my clit. My pleasure intensified and I arched up the mattress.
I panted desperately, my unsteady breathing loud and fast in the quiet room. My orgasm was coming hard and fast as the coiled tension below my belly couldn’t tighten much more without breaking and I came loudly screaming Cillian’s name.
I couldn’t breathe as the eaves of pleasure submerged me until all I could see was Cillian.
“I want you to fuck me.” I rasped it and he grunted.
“You undo me, Rosalind.”
Then he climbed above me and he was inside me. It was harder and harsher than the last time we were together yet it was so intimate because he held eye contact with me the entire time, his hands moving all over me and when I came for the second time that evening it was so hard that saw stars and maybe even the goddess if she had dark brown hair, hazel eyes, the kindest eyes and a heart of gold.
Then we cuddled and between Killian and Cillian cuddling me, I was fast becoming addicted to it.
Cillian stroked my hair so similarly to his brother that I fought back a smile but instead of giving a cryptic warning like his brother had, he settled for being the considerate brother.
“I’ll talk to Killian, we’ve never had a princess before so I have no idea what you are supposed to do but we’ll find you something.”
I had completely forgotten about the talk we had while doing all this. Not that I could blame myself. Being with someone as hot as Cillian was sure to kill more than a few of a woman’s brain cells.
Their princess. I thought of his words. I liked the sound of that.
Then I thought of the pictures that I saw at the library. The book that called to me and I shivered hugging him tighter.
I knew I would be going back to that place.
Fucking Estella.