Chapter 92
CHAPTER 92
Dayton
M y mate in my arms, my cock deep inside her, the stars above me. How could a man want anything more? And how glorious it is to be a man beneath these stars and not at the whim of the moon.
Rosalina cries out, face in the crook of my neck, legs wrapped around my hips. I hold onto her ass, gripping tight to the soft flesh, as I move her up and down my length.
I took her slowly before. I wanted to feel every moment of us coming together. Now that our bond has awoken, something animalistic has taken over. A primal instinct to claim my mate. She’s near feral right now, biting me, clawing at my back, shoving her wet pussy down hard on my cock.
It’s so messy. I filled her to the brim with cum, and now I’m fucking it deep into her. I plan to fill her more, lots more, before this night is over.
“Dayton,” Rosalina moans. My name on her lips is enough to have me completely lose all sense.
I clutch her tighter and walk us to the balcony railing, sitting her down on it. I slow my movements, and we both gaze down, watching our joining. My cock is covered in her slick arousal, veins throbbing with need. Using my thumb, I rub slow circles on her clit, intensifying her pleasure.
Rosalina’s face scrunches, and she throws her head back, long brown curls catching in the wind. There’s nothing behind her except open air, but I know she trusts me never to let her fall.
“You feel so good, Baby,” I say, inching so slowly inside her. “The way you clench around my cock … not even the gods have known such pleasure.”
Her laugh twinkles like the light of the stars, and she reaches forward to brush her fingers over my balls. A tingling sensation shudders through me, and a deep groan rumbles from my chest. I slam all the way into her.
“Oh,” she gasps. “You liked that?”
“Mmm, I love anything you do to me,” I murmur, bringing my mouth to her neck and sucking at the sensitive skin.
She cups my balls then with her hands, palming them and lightly scratching with her fingernails.
My groan deepens, and I thrust harder, my muscles tensing. I lean her further over the edge to gain better access to her chest and lower my mouth to her breasts. So fucking full and beautiful. I lap messily at them, my vision flashing with white as she squeezes tight.
Rosie’s legs tighten around my hips as our movements become synchronized. I purse my lips around one of her bouncing breasts and suck deeply before taking a nipple between my teeth. I tug on it then let her breast fall free.
“Oh, Day, yes. I can’t hold on much longer.”
“Don’t try, Baby, come around my cock. I’m not stopping.”
“Day!”
She moans deep at my words, and I feel her inner muscles constrict. I capture her lips and slam deep into her. “Fucking yes, take my cock.”
Her body trembles with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and I move to suck her other breast into my mouth. It’s got to be fair. She clutches my face, breath heavy. “Don’t stop,” she gasps. “Don’t ever stop.”
“I don’t intend to.”
I lift her up and slide her off my cock, at which she gives a little whimper of protest. “Don’t worry, Blossom, you’ll be full again. Put your hands on the railing.”
She turns around, back to me, glorious ass out. I brace my hands on her hips and sink back into her warmth, fucking her from behind. Rosie’s fingers dig into the railing and her breath grows labored. She moans my name over and over, the sound drifting up to the stars.
I knot her long hair with my hands and force her head up, beautiful neck on full display. “What do you see before you?”
She makes small sounds of pleasure before finding her words. “The stars. Hadria. The sea.”
I don’t slow, fucking her harder as if to prove my point, using her hair like a bridle. “The Summer Realm. My realm. You know what?”
“What, High Prince?”
I lean over her, kissing her spine before drawing my lips up to her pointed ear. “Now, it’s all yours. Because I’m yours. Everything I have, everything I am.”
“Day,” she breathes out in surrender, tilting her face so I can capture her lips in a slow kiss. “It’s ours. Together. Always.”
“Look upon our realm while being fucked like royalty.” I straighten, repositioning one hand on her hip, the other reaching down to tug on her swaying breasts.
Her body trembles with another wave of pleasure, and I can feel her wetness coating my cock. “You’re so freaking good at this,” she breathes, her voice shaky with desire.
“I’ve dreamed of this for so long, Rosie. You have no idea how much I craved to be inside you. Think you can tear me away? No fucking way.” I thrust deeper with each word before moving to a rapid pace, our bodies connecting with a slick, wet sound.
She looks so beautiful painted by the light of the stars and moon, an almost ethereal glow emitting from her body … and from mine. Is this our mate bond?
I move to massage her clit. Rosalina gives a broken moan, and I can sense she’s close again. Her walls clench tighter, driving me closer and closer to the edge. This time, I’ll finish with her.
My heart pounds in sync with her breath, the only other sound the distant crashing sea.
Rosalina arches her back, fingers digging into the railing for support. “Dayton, god, you’re so deep.”
I pause, my cock still buried within her tight, wet sheath. I turn her face, pulling her in for a searing kiss. “We’re going to come together, Baby. Can you hold on a bit longer?”
She nods and bucks her hips under me, matching my rhythm, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. I watch her reflection in the glistening marble railing: her face contorted in pleasure, her features soft and ethereal as she gazes up at the night sky. For an instant, I find myself hypnotized by her beauty.
Then, I feel it. An unrelenting tension growing with each stroke. No more holding back.
“Rosie,” I groan, my voice low with need. I slow my pace, drawing out the pleasure, my fingers still rubbing her clit, and I watch as she begins to succumb, her breaths ragged and shallow.
“Yes, Day,” she pants, her eyes closed tight. “So close.”
“Then come for me, love,” I murmur. “Come, my beautiful mate.”
Rosie’s breath hitches as the waves of pleasure crash over her, her body convulsing. Quickly, I straighten her and draw her up against my chest. She turns her face toward me so I can see as her eyes roll back in her head, lost in the euphoria of her climax.
I cannot hold back any longer. “Rosie,” I groan, my voice hoarse with need.
Her eyes flash open, meeting mine. So beautiful. I slam into her one final time, my cock jerking and twitching, and release deep within her. Rosie’s fingers dig into my arms as she lets out a guttural cry, her body still convulsing in a fierce orgasm. The stars from the night sky seem to descend into my vision, the whole world lit up in sparkling lights.
Rosalina collapses in my arms, panting heavily as our bodies stay locked together.
The sound of the ocean crashing against the shore blends with our heavy breathing. I slide my hands over her slick skin, rubbing her still shaking thighs, her hips, her ass, drunk on the sight of her.
“I love you, Day.”
“I love you.” I lean down, pressing a tender kiss to the back of her neck, my heart swelling with the truth of it.
Growing up, I used to sneak my way down to the docks. Not the main docks of Hadria, but farther. I’d take my horse, Felix, and ride out of the city, over the hills, and to the smugglers’ bay. It wasn’t because I wanted to rebel against my parents, but because I loved to marvel at the stunning flags, the brilliant ships, and because the pirates had the best stories.
Maybe they knew I was a prince and humored me, or maybe I won them over with my jokes—which were hilarious even then. But I’d spend hours down there while they unloaded goods and sat around playing cards, and I soaked up their tales. They spoke of all their adventures, sailing over waves a hundred feet high, of smoky cannon fire, of siren songs. But there was one thing all these stories had in common, one thing these pirates searched for above all else.
Treasure.
“I’m going to find the biggest treasure in all the world,” I’d proclaimed to Felix, riding back against a red-stained sky.
Now, many, many years later, I know I have the greatest treasure of all, wrapped in my arms.
Rosalina stirs, curling deeper into my chest. Silky moonlight illuminates her pale skin, and her dark hair falls in thick waves over the pillow. A thin sheet drapes over us, shielding against the nip of the sea breeze. She wears a fine nightdress of light cotton. Gently, I stroke my finger down the curve of her face.
“I will always love and protect you,” I vow to my mate.
My mate. The feeling doesn’t get old. Anticipation curls in my gut at the thought of telling the other princes. Kel and Ez might give me a hard time for taking so long to realize it, but I know they’ll be as thrilled as I am to share a mate. I may have lost my own brothers, but I found brotherhood just as deep in the two of them.
My fingers drift to the maple leaf necklace. I’m most excited to tell Fare. Did he feel it already? Or is he too deep in the Below? Is this why it’s always felt so magical between us because we had a mate destined to bind us together?
Something unsettling tingles at the back of my mind … the passion with which Caspian and Kel came together, how Farron had screamed at Rosalina that Caspian wasn’t her mate …
Rosalina is the Queen’s daughter, and mates with each of the High Princes. Surely, she is not destined to be with someone of the Below, as well.
I clutch her a little tighter. It doesn’t matter. I will love and protect her through anything.
Warmth burns in my chest, and magic still tingles on my skin. My curse has ended. Gazing through the windows to the night sky fills me with hope.
I may not be a perfect man, but I understand now why I can’t run from my problems or hide my troubles with drink and fake smiles. There are people worth fighting for, and I know I’d give my life to keep them safe.
The Enchantress’s glowing image drifts into my mind. I guess you decided I’m finally worthy of my mate, huh? A laugh ripples up my chest. The funny thing is, I don’t even care what the Enchantress thinks. I decided I’m worthy of Rosalina, and that’s what really matters.
I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it , I think, looking down at her.
Gently, I untangle from my mate and cross to the open balcony. The stars glitter in the sky, but Hadria gleams with its own sort of light. Candlelight flickering in the brick houses, moonlight making the sands shine white. In the distance, Soltide Keep gleams on a cliff above the sea, the illusion of Castletree behind it. That is where I belong.
The people of the Summer Realm have always been blessed with fierce leaders. Justus, my mother, Damocles, among the many other heroes of old. It is my turn to uphold their legacy. The thought used to make me want to disappear into the bottom of a wine bottle. Now, pride swells in my chest. Nothing will stop me from protecting what they worked for. I’ve fallen down and gotten up enough times now to know I can be the leader Hadria needs.
I deserve to see these stars as a man. I deserve to claim the title of High Prince of Summer.
I clasp my hands on the stone railing, feeling the tug of the wind through my hair.
“I will reclaim Hadria,” I vow. “Sabine, Cenarius, Ovidius, Damocles, Decimus, and Delphia, I will make you proud. I promise to be a High Prince worthy of the Summer Realm.”