69. Rosalina
Rosalina
The world is quiet in that sharp, electric way it gets before a storm.
Bodies surround me, warm, sweat-slick, rippling with muscle. I can still taste Caspian on my tongue, feel the hum of Ezryn’s touch on my skin, the ghost of Dayton’s moan echoing in my bones. Farron’s lips are swollen. Kel’s chest heaves with the remnants of release.
And every single one of them is looking at me.
Caspian’s mouth is at my ear, his voice low and reverent. “Well, Princess,” he says, dragging a kiss along the shell of it, “tell us all. What do you desire?”
A shiver runs down my spine.
Because they’ll give it to me, whatever I ask. Because in this bed, at this moment, I am theirs. And they are mine.
I take a breath. My fingers curl into the sheets—I need to anchor myself against the storm I’m about to summon.
“Everything,” I whisper.
Ezryn’s hands form fists. Farron makes a sound low in his throat. Dayton sits up, eyes dark, hungry.
“I want all of you,” I say, louder now. “At once.”
Kel groans behind me, already leaning forward over Cas, his teeth at the back of my neck.
“I’ve been good. Haven’t I?”
“You’re always perfect,” Ezryn says, voice like velvet.
“So let us worship you properly,” Farron adds.
And just like that, the storm breaks.
“Let’s start,” Keldarion says. He reaches around Caspian and grips my waist, pulling me so I’m cradled between him and Cas. Ezryn moves to the end of the bed. He parts my thighs, his hand warm and deliberate as it glides up my leg.
“You helped Cas,” Ezryn murmurs, stroking slow circles against me. “But now it’s our turn to help you.”
Dayton moves closer and mouths at my breast, tongue swirling over the fabric, teasing over a nipple. Caspian presses kisses along my shoulder. And Ezryn, controlled and precise, slides his hand under my dress and pushes two fingers inside me.
My head falls back against Kel’s chest with a moan, body arching as the pleasure rolls through me. “Please—”
“Shush,” Kel says in my ear. “Take it, Rose. You asked for everything. Let us give it.”
Ezryn’s mouth finds my inner thigh, kissing beside where his fingers work me open. He looks up at me through thick lashes, his lips so close, his breath like wind through the trees. The stubble of his cheek rubs against my sensitive skin.
“She’s shaking,” Farron breathes. “Such a good girl.”
Dayton lowers himself between my legs and replaces Ezryn’s fingers with his tongue. Damn, it feels so wonderful. I’ve been so turned on all morning, watching how roughly Kel took Cas, Dayton coming in Farron’s mouth, and Ezryn’s teasing touch all over my body.
The world explodes in sensation, Dayton’s tongue, Ezryn’s hands, Caspian’s mouth at my neck, Farron whispering praises against my skin, and Kel holding me together like I’ll break if he lets go.
I cry out, the pleasure ripping through me like lightning, my thighs trembling, my hips bucking. And still, when it’s over, when I’m panting and limp, blinking through the aftershocks, I know it’s only begun.
Because now their eyes are all on me again.
Waiting.
And I want more.
They descend upon me, hands roaming, lips brushing, bodies crowding close.
Dayton runs his fingers along the hem of my nightdress. The fabric clings to my skin, damp with sweat and pleasure, thin enough that every peak and curve is visible.
“She’s still clothed?” Caspian teases. “What an oversight.”
“An offense, really,” Farron agrees, sliding his hands up my calves with reverence. “We should be punished.”
Kel hums low, his hand stroking over my hip. “Take it off her.”
Dayton lifts the nightdress. He grazes my thighs, my stomach, my ribs, and I shiver as the fabric peels away inch by inch.
Caspian helps from behind, pulling it up over my arms as Farron presses soft kisses along the path it reveals. When the dress slips over my head, they all pause.
Staring.
Their gazes roam over every inch of me, bared, glowing in the morning light filtering between the curtain and through the cherry blossom tree. Petals drift through the air, catching in my hair, and I feel like something out of a myth. A goddess unwrapped.
Dayton leans over Cas and Farron to press a kiss between my breasts. “So damn beautiful.”
Farron trails his tongue along my side, teeth grazing my ribs. “Can we taste all of her now?”
But before I can answer, Caspian flashes a wicked grin at Ezryn.
“What about you, stoic prince of restraint? Are you content watching from down there forever, or are you working up the courage to give me a welcome home kiss?”
Ezryn raises a brow, unimpressed. “You want a kiss, Caspian?”
“Well, it’s only polite.” Caspian shrugs, but he’s already shifting down the bed toward him, mischief in every line of his body. “Unless you’re scared you’ll fall in love.”
“Please,” Ezryn says, but he leans forward anyway, bridging the distance.
Caspian meets him halfway.
Ezryn holds his gaze, cool and unreadable, but stops moving closer. “I think you’ve had enough kisses for one morning.”
Caspian lets out a low laugh and throws an arm around my waist instead. “Can’t blame me for trying.” He shifts his focus to Dayton. “I really want to win our bet.”
Dayton’s brows raise as if he’s remembering something. “Right, fuck. I should have asked Kel for a kiss on my deathbed. Aren’t you so delighted by my presence that you’d give me a little smooch, mighty Prince of Winter?”
Caspian glares. “Don’t you dare, Kel.”
Keldarion rolls his eyes.
“Ah well, I suppose you’ll do, Blossom.” Dayton’s hand slides between my legs again.
“I’ll do?” I raise a brow. “For that, you’re going to watch me while not touching yourself at all.”
Two golden briars rear from behind the bed and clasp my Summer Prince’s wrists, holding them over his head. Instead of looking disturbed, a grin appears on his face, and his thick cock stands to attention. “Do I get to choose who touches you next?”
“I suppose.” I can’t help but grin back at him.
“I want Farron and Cas to fuck you at the same time.” Dayton’s smile turns devious. “In the same hole.”