Page 25 of Their War

I knew Callum was still in the room, his pain a faint echo behind me, but he remained silent, letting me address the issues that were hounding Lennox. My prince continued to ignore us, closing his eyes to us both, another tear trailing down his cheek, speaking volumes in the silence.

Standing, I took his face in my hands, turning him to me, staying still until his eyes opened to me. My eyes pleaded with him. “Did you mean it?” he asked.

Confused, I asked, “Did I mean what?” Closing his eyes again, he pulled his face from my hands. I dropped them to my sides, unwilling to force him into something that was making him uncomfortable. A tear of my own dropped as I watched him, begging him silently to open up to me.

“Did you mean what you said to me before you passed out?” he asked, desperation tinging his words as if my answer was the lifeline that he was trying to cling to.

Quickly searching my memories from that moment, a faint echo of me telling him I loved him before I gave in, ready to die in that moment, came to me. “Yes,” I whispered.

He opened his eyes, searching me for any hint of untruth. So, I told him again. “I love you, Lennox. Somehow, I’ve come to love all four of you.” Nodding, he closed his eyes again and inhaled deeply, more tears tracking down his face. “What is this about? Were you afraid that I didn’t?”

He shook his head. “That’s not it. I can feel it.” He lifted a hand to his heart.

“Then what’s wrong? Please, let me help. I hate seeing you like this.” I pleaded with him, taking one of his hands in mine again, threading my fingers with his long, lean ones.

He squeezed my hand in response, his eyes darting to Callum behind me. Turning, I caught the heat in Callum’s gaze as Lennox said so much with just a look.

Dawning realization settled in, and I knew what Lennox needed now. I could see his longing, his desire. Not just for me but for Callum, too. As Lennox’s eyes met my own, I saw him trying to fight back the emotion, the turmoil evident in every line of his body. Looking at him, I asked, “Do you love me?”

Surprise washed over his face. “How could I not? I have from the first moment I saw you, even though it took me a while to realize that. You’re the one I choose, perfect for me, and everything I could ask for.”

I tilted my head. “Am I everything that you need?” Running a hand over his thigh, I saw the question in his eyes, so I elaborated. “Am I the only one you want? Really? Or are you trying to keep the truth from me?”

His eyes flicked to Callum’s before jumping back to mine as I continued to run my hand up and down his thigh, trying to soothe some of his torment. I could see his reaction to my touch, but his confusion leaked through from the bond. Deciding he needed a push, I asked, “Lennox, do you want Callum too?”

Chapter Fifteen: Lennox

“Lennox, do you want Callum too?” Rhowyn’s words froze me. My eyes darted back and forth between them, Rhowyn in front of me and Callum further back in the shadows as I tried to figure out if this was a trap, my body taut as she continued to run a hand up and down my thigh.

Callum stepped forward, the light from the hallway casting a glow along the side of his body, lighting his auburn hair until it looked like flames, his hazel green eyes flashing with heat. My mouth suddenly felt dry, and I licked my lips, adjusting myself in my seat, my dick paying attention.

Flicking my eyes back to Rhowyn’s, I was met with even more heat as my mind raced. Does she mean what I think she does? Will I be ruining everything if I admit the truth to her? How will she react?

I opened my mouth to speak, but my fear held me back, no words falling from my lips. As if sensing my hesitation, she leaned forward, kissing me. Her lips claimed mine, taking everything I was feeling and giving back only pleasure. Her tongue slipped inside and tangled with mine as I tried to show her just how she made me feel. The kiss ended before we could really explore it further, Rhowyn pulling back as she studied me.

Standing back up, Rhowyn turned to look over her shoulder at Callum, and she said, “Turn on the lights and shut the door.”

He moved to do as she said while I remained sitting in the chair, frozen and waiting to see what she was about to do. My tormented mind was unable to fully process what was happening right now. The lights came up, and I squinted my eyes at the harshness, blinking through the discomfort until they had adjusted.

I watched, transfixed, as Rhowyn smiled at me seductively. She slid her hands down her sides until she grasped the hem of her shirt, lifting it slowly to reveal her delectable stomach. My dick hardened as, inch by inch, I saw more of her creamy skin.

When she finally removed her shirt, her breasts lifted by the bra that she was wearing, rounded and full, I had to grip the arms of the chair to keep myself from reaching out and filling my palms with them. Wetting my lips, I continued to watch as she reached behind her, the fabric loosening as she slowly let the bra drop down her arms and then to the floor.

Bare from the waist up, I inhaled sharply at her dusky, pink nipples that begged for me to touch them. Large hands slipped around and grasped both of her breasts, palming them as Callum slid up behind Rhowyn. She leaned back into him, a small moan falling from her lips as her eyes closed.

She pushed her hips back into him, where she moaned again, and I knew that he was hard behind her. His eyes met mine as he ground into her thick ass, clearly enjoying her body, and yet, I saw his desire for me there. He released her breasts and pinched both nipples as she reached down to her pants, undoing them and sliding them down her hips with a wiggle. Bending over, she revealed her ass to Callum, and he groaned, grabbing both cheeks and squeezing them while she removed her pants completely.

My breaths were coming out in short bursts, my dick straining against the constraint of my pants. Unable to resist anymore, I reached down and fisted my cock through the fabric.

Stalking toward me, Rhowyn said, “Uh uh. Did I say you could touch yourself?”

My hand froze as I shook my head, still unable to speak, watching as her hips rolled with each step closer to me. When she was back within touching distance, she said, “Are you going to be a good boy and do as I say?”

“Anything for you,” I told her, my eyes dipping to her breasts as she leaned forward.

“That’s a good boy. For that, I’ll reward you,” she whispered into my ear before taking it in her mouth and sucking, sending a line of desire straight to my dick. It took everything I had to keep my hands from grabbing hold of her.

She kissed along my jaw, and my eyes closed of their own accord, a moan slipping from my lips as her tongue traveling down my throat and dipping into the space at my collarbone. I squeezed the arms of the chair to keep from burying my hands in her hair. Such sweet torture.

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