26. Rosalina
26
Rosalina
M y mind races with ideas. Of course, it all makes sense now. I have to find Farron and run this theory by him. He said he was in the Summer Wing, putting Dayton to bed. He should be about done with that drunk idiot by now.
I’ve heard so many rumors about Dayton and his exploits. I know he’s basically the fae version of a man-whore. But to see that girl in his arms, in my home…
My home?
What the hell is wrong with me? This is not my home. My home is Orca Cove. My home is the messy little house I share with Papa. My home is… with Lucas.
But something about that feels so wrong. I’ve been here a month now and I’ve found my routine. Being greeted by Astrid every morning. Choosing clothes and hairstyles with Marigold. Spending my days in the library with Farron. Even eating with the princes. As terrifying as they are, I’m learning their little quirks. Like how Dayton and Farron have heated arguments on which realm has the best food. Or how I always catch Ezryn pocketing muffins under the table—I assume he eats them alone, but it’s like he doesn’t want anyone to know he likes the chocolate ones best. And every once in a while, I catch Keldarion smirking at something one of the other’s has done. It’s always gone in an instant, but that one glimpse makes my insides feel lit up like a Christmas tree.
At the thought of Keldarion, my body swells with the feeling of how he’d held me. Held me ? No, he was only making sure I didn’t fall to the floor. I have to get my head on straight. This is not my home.
I have a job to do.
And that means I need to let Farron know what I found right away.
I rush into the Summer Wing, sprinting down the hallway with the walls that shimmer like an underwater grotto. Even the smell here is different: like salt and sand and tropical fruit. The ceiling is painted with a mesmerizing mural of seabirds flitting through the sky, and even the doorhandles are made from shells. As with every other area of the castle, the black thorns cut through stone and glass, strangling the walls and floor.
Where is Farron? He must have put Dayton to bed by now.
I turn a corner and rush toward the biggest door: a turquoise blue wood with a shell-encrusted frame. Dayton’s chambers. The door is ajar, and I creep in, peering through the dark to catch sight of Farron.
I’ve never been in any of the princes’ chambers, but as I imagined, it’s massive. I bet it’s bigger than my entire house. The main room is dark, the dusky light outside mostly blocked by enormous floor-to-ceiling curtains. But a corner of the chamber is lit by tall torches. I creep into the room and peek around the corner.
My mouth dries up and my stomach clenches like a bear trap. I blink, not sure if what I’m seeing is real or some sort of mirage.
I found Farron.
But he’s not alone.
He’s with Dayton.
Quickly, I pull myself back around the corner, so I’m shielded from view. My heart beats a million miles per hour. I need to leave. This is such an invasion of privacy. I can creep back out the door…
But I can’t help myself. It’s like every fiber of my being is pulling me back to peer around the corner. Just one more look…
No, it isn’t a mirage. Dayton lies on the bed, bathed in the orange torchlight. His long, golden hair falls around his head like a halo, and he’s got the cockiest grin I’ve ever seen on his face.
And he’s fucking naked.
His body’s strewn out like a goddamn Greek god. His muscular chest glistens, and his hand stretches down to grip the base of his cock.
Fuck. Dayton’s hands must be massive to reach all the way around that monster. His cock stands at attention, his hand rhythmically coasting over the hard flesh. The tip shimmers with a pearl of pre-cum, and I swallow, my mouth suddenly salivating.
But it’s the sight on top of him that has my heart damn near bursting out of my chest. Farron leans over him, his long, toned body as naked as Dayton’s.
I’d seen a glimpse of Dayton’s body in the hot springs. But I’ve never seen Farron like this, without his glasses and his waist coat and his tailed jacket.
I’d be lying to myself if I said I’d never thought about it. How could I not? Every day we’d spent together, I’d gotten to know Farron outside of the rabid wolf who tried to kill me. He is kind and funny and awkwardly charming. And that gorgeous face… How could I not imagine what he was hiding under all those fancy clothes?
And his body is every bit as scrumptious as Dayton’s.
Where Dayton is wide and buff, Farron is lean. His back ripples with muscles, and I trail my gaze down his spine to his perky ass…
No, no, no. I’m being a creep. I need to leave—
“Fuck, Farron. You’re so beautiful,” Dayton murmurs and grabs the back of Farron’s head, drawing him down for a kiss. “And you’re so fucking hot when you’re jealous.”
“What is there to be jealous about?” Farron murmurs. His hand skirts over Dayton’s thick thigh and to the top of his cock. He swirls a finger in the glistening pre-cum, then pops it in his mouth. “You always come back to me.”
Dayton growls and grips the side of Farron’s face. “Keep being cheeky and I’ll come on your back, pup.”
“Too scared to keep your promise?” Farron draws his head down between Dayton’s legs. “You said you weren’t too drunk to fuck. Prove it. I want your cum running down my legs for days.”
Holy hell. I grip the side of the wall and clench my thighs together. Heat swirls in my core like a boiling furnace. I knew Dayton and Farron had some sort of… connection. But they’re lovers.
And as much as I need to pull myself away, I physically can’t. It’s like my whole body is drawn to them, my heart near exploding at the thought of not witnessing this.
Dayton sits up and grabs Farron by the hair, yanking backward to expose his long neck. “You want to be fucked, pup? Ask me. Beg for my cock.”
Dayton’s voice trembles through my mind: Tell me, Rosalina, do you know how to beg?
Farron lets out a stuttering breath I mimic. More of my weight falls against the wall as my knees buckle. Dayton’s storming blue eyes train on Farron.
“I want your cock,” Farron rasps, and my own lips move along with his words. “I need it, I need you.”
“Then get on your knees like a good boy.” Dayton sits up as Farron obeys, turning around on all fours, his ass in the air, facing away from Dayton.
Wetness drips down my thighs as I rub them together, desperate for any friction.
Dayton leans over and grabs a vial from his bedside, coating his hand in oil. “Now tell me, pup, would you like me to go slow? Or would you like me to punish your ass?”
Farron grips the sheets. “Fuck me hard. I want to feel you split me open.”
Dayton chuckles and rubs the oil over his dick. “My little sadist.” Then he leans back on his heels and admires the view. “Fucking gorgeous.”
With a little pat on Farron’s ass, Dayton grabs his hips and drives himself in.
Farron cries out, burying his face in the sheets. And I hold on to the wall for dear life, my core electric with heat and need. I can feel myself there, both being fucked by Dayton and fucking Farron. A part of both of them.
In and out, in and out, Dayton ravages Farron’s ass. His huge balls bounce with the force of the movement, slapping against Farron’s skin. And Farron bucks back like a wild animal, jerking his hips as hard as he can against Dayton.
I’ve never seen anything like it: this desperate need between them. This is what fucking means. Not the half-hearted shit Lucas did to me. This is how real men fuck.
And every inch of me screams to get between them. What would it be like? To have Dayton fuck me with the strength in which he’s fucking Farron? To watch Farron’s face contort the way it is now because of my body?
I dig my nails into the wood wall to keep from touching myself.
“Is my cock hard enough for you, pup?” Dayton growls, digging a hand into Farron’s auburn hair and smashing his face into the sheets. “See what happens when you doubt me?”
Farron moans as an answer.
Dayton snatches Farron up by the hair, pulling him tight against his chest so they’re both on their knees. His enormous cock is still in Farron’s ass, and now I have a clear view of Farron.
Holy Moses. Farron’s cock looks hard as steel, long and pointed up toward his flat stomach. Suddenly, I’m picturing myself on my hands and knees before him, my mouth licking up the dripping pre-cum as Dayton continues to pound into Farron’s ass.
But it’s more than the intensity of their fucking. Dayton’s arms wrap around Farron’s body, and Farron looks back into his eyes. It’s like electricity between them. They each give a heated smile, a mix of trust and friendship and pure lust.
“I want to see your chest painted with your cum,” Dayton says. “Then I’ll fill your ass with my steaming load. Would you like that, pup?”
“Yes, Day,” Farron grits and he grabs his iron length. His hand moves up and down, up and down, up and down. Oh my god. The idea of watching Farron come on himself… My underwear is soaked through and I can feel the trickle of cream down my leg. I want Farron’s cum so badly, and Dayton’s too. I want it enough to fall to my knees before them and beg for a drop on my tongue.
My insides contort almost to the point of pain, my knees buckle, and I stumble, pitching forward onto the floor.
Their eyes dart to me, looks of shock registering on their faces.
But Dayton doesn’t stop. He grits his jaw and fucks harder. And Farron stares at me, mouth gaping, and he shouts, “Rosalina!”
His load explodes upward, steaming cum shooting over his chest.
“Fuck!” Dayton yells, and I can tell by the look on his face, he’s shooting his hot load into Farron.
Scrambling backward, my cheeks flush with heat. “I-I’m sorry!” I cry. “I didn’t mean to interrupt!”
I sprint out of the room, desperate to put some space between us. Because all I can think about is Farron coming with my name on his lips.
A ir. I need cold air right now. I push open the castle door and stumble into the gardens, heaving in the late autumn breeze. Night’s chill wafts over me as the sun spends its dying waves, glistening over the thorns that tangle among the hedges. Evenings like this bring out the smells of life, rich with decay and growth alike.
Farron and Dayton are lovers. I press myself against the castle wall, needing to feel something solid. The image of them won’t leave my mind. Two perfect sweat-slick bodies tangled together, the adoration in which they’d stared at each other…
My fingers delicately press against my chest, lighting me aflame. I’m overwhelmed by the sensations that Dayton had evoked as he drove his huge cock into Farron, looking at me the whole time. The shuddering sighs Farron made as his pleasure exploded like a geyser, erupting across his chest. Rosalina. Was that really my name he called out?
A scorching ember ignites within me. My core tightens and my thighs quiver. What would have happened if I stayed? If I surrendered to the temptation? My hands roam beneath my top, undoing the laces and caressing my aching breasts as I replay the image of Dayton and Farron in my mind. My other hand snakes beneath my skirt and grazes lightly at my sopping panties. Waves of pleasure flow through me as my lips part in ecstasy.
An intoxicating sensation spreads like wildfire through my body. I inhale, and an unyielding force wraps around my ankles. Two thorny vines entangle my legs in their grasp. That’s strange. The sensation is thrilling and foreign, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. My nipples become erect, and I cup my breasts, pushing my head back against the wall, letting out a small sigh of pleasure. I’ve never realized sex could be like that. The two of them had been on a different plane of existence. Are they in love?
My fingers glide between my legs, exploring the wetness. The vines wrap tightly around my thighs, coaxing me closer to the edge of pleasure. Images of Farron and Dayton flood my mind, the way they moved together with such animalistic passion. Farron’s hands gripping Dayton’s hair, pulling him closer as their lips fuse together in a fervent kiss that makes me burn with desire. Farron had kissed Dayton like Dayton was the sun and he needed every bit of him to survive. I want to be kissed like that.
Sharp pain cuts my swift moving hand, and my eyes shoot open. I pull my hand from between my legs, a prick of blood on my finger. My skirt falls, and I fully register the thorns wrapped tightly around my legs.
That’s not right.
“Get off me,” I cry, and the thorns fall away.
“Sorry, you’re just so distracting to watch. I got a little carried away,” a smooth, enchanting voice says. “But please, don’t stop on my account.”
I whip my head up and see a dark silhouette on top of the brambles. A male lounges, one leg casually dangling down. I don’t need anyone to tell me who this is. I can feel it in my entire being.
The Prince of Thorns has come to Castletree.