Page 91 of Shattered Jewel

She looks up at me, her eyes misted over with lust. “Well, you’re all so fond of playing rough.”

The light in her eyes gutters after she says it before she quickly blinks it back in place.

I angle my head, reading her face. “You don’t like it?”

A throat clears beside us.

“My fault,” Kaspian says.

Acknowledgement from him? A rarity.

With that said, places an arm between me and Wilder, to our disgruntlement, and scoops Elara up in his arms. Elara releases a vocal gasp of shock, her limbs flailing before he holds her hard against his chest and grumbles, “I’ll make up for it.”

Obviously, Wilder, me and Cav follow as Kaspian backtracks through the manor.

Kaspian kicks open a door to a guest bedroom with more force than necessary, but right now, restraint isn’t high on his list of virtues.

The bed is a four-poster draped in soft, buttery sheets. Placing Elara onto it, he peels off his shirt slowly, matching Elara’s earlier tease with his own strip show. She watches with bated breath and eager, yet wary, eyes.

What did he do to her, I wonder?

With great effort, I take my attention off Elara and do a fast scroll through my phone’s notes in case his fuck-up was referenced earlier. It wasn’t, not really.

It’s hard to keep my mind on the task as I scroll through my phone, knowing that Elara is naked and writhing on the bed, that ruby glittering with no power but hers, waiting for Kaspian.

By the time I refocus on Elara, Kaspian stands between her splayed legs bare-chested, his pants hanging low on his hips and revealing a carved, V-shape arrow to his cock.

Her body arches toward him, pleading for contact, pussy gleaming.

He’s potent and dominant, just like she wants it, and his body is a work of art under the soft light of the room. He towers over her, glistening with sweat from our earlier efforts.

As he lowers himself between her legs, her breath stops.

Elara spreads her legs wider, revealing her wetness to us all. We watch as he teases her entrance with his rough fingers.

“No objects this time, beastie. Promise. Only me. Always. Me.”

He pushes inside her all the way to his knuckles, grunting slightly at the tight fit, but he doesn’t hesitate to push four fingers in as far as they can go.

Her moans caress the walls and fill our ears like music.

Every time he hits that sweet spot inside her, she gasps or cries out in delight mixed with pain, making our observation all the more unbearable.

If I don’t get out of these pants, I’m going to bust the zipper.

Elara writhes, her hips arcing off the bed in a desperate bid for more. My eyes meet Wilder’s across the room, the same hunger reflected back at me.

Without further hesitation, I liberate my throbbing erection.

The sight of Elara, bare and spread beneath Kaspian’s touch elicits a rare, untamed counteraction from me.

Cav follows my lead, ripping open his own jeans with an impatient tug. His cobalt blue gaze settles first on the necklace, giving an annoyed eye-twitch at it’s presence, but for once, it’s not almighty enough to keep him from choosing to focus on Elara’s face instead as she cries out in pleasure, her body bucking beneath Kaspian’s relentless ministrations.

Wilder is making his own show of things; tearing off his shirt and tossing it to the side before turning his attention back to the bed. His hazel eyes are starved as he watches Kaspian’s hand disappear inside her again and again. Wilder’s entire demeanor is one of barely-leashed restraint.

My cock bobbing high and hard against my stomach, I stride over to where Elara lies squirming, her breath coming in harsh pants. I stroke myself slowly, matching the rhythm of Kaspian’s hand thrusting inside her.

As if sensing my approach, she cracks her eyes open just enough to spot me before they slip shut again, lost in her ecstasy. A slow smile curves her lips as she beckons me closer.

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