71. Rosalina
Rosalina
I’ve never felt this full.
Every nerve is alight, every breath shallow, and every thought—what little I can hold on to—is tangled in the overwhelming sensation of them.
Farron lies beneath me, his auburn hair fanned against the sheets, eyes glazed with pleasure. He grips my thighs, grounding me as I rock against him. He’s deep, all burning Autumn heat and reverent touch, whispering my name like a prayer.
And goddamn…behind me is Caspian.
Caspian, kneeling, wild and wicked and unhinged, his hands braced on my hips as he thrusts into me from behind.
I can’t describe it. The stretch. The pressure. The sensation of being claimed.
And the way they react to each other?
Devastating.
A low groan slips from Farron’s lips as he grinds upward, Cas’s thrust sending both of us spiraling.
“Fuck,” Cas pants, voice ragged. “You both feel so good.”
“Such a pretty cock,” Farron bites out, his fingers digging into my thighs as his hips stutter. “In Rosie’s pretty pussy.”
The sound they make together, lost in me, nearly undoes me completely.
I try to speak, to moan, to beg them not to stop, but all I can manage is a broken whimper. My arms tremble, shoulders burning, but I can’t move. Can’t think. Not with the way they’re filling me—grinding against each other inside me, drawing out every ounce of sensation I didn’t know I had.
And all around us, the others watch.
Ezryn kneels at the edge of the bed, his jaw clenched. Dayton has drool running down the corner of his mouth, eyes locked on where we’re joined. Keldarion is still, his hand tight at the base of his cock.
None of them touch me.
Not yet.
They watch. And god, I love it.
I love being open and taken, filled and treasured, loved and ruined in front of them.
For them.
I let my head fall back, caught between Caspian’s wild rhythm and Farron’s desperate thrusts, and I moan, raw and wrecked and shameless.
“More,” I gasp. “Please. Don’t stop.”
Farron groans like the sound is dragging him to the edge. Caspian leans forward, his chest pressing against my spine, his lips grazing the shell of my ear.
“You feel so fucking perfect,” he growls. “Tight and wet and ours. Taking everything we give you.”
And I do. I feel perfect.
Because right now, in this moment, I belong to them. To all of them.
“She can take more.” Dayton grins.
We all turn to him.
“Her ass and mouth are free.” His smile widens. “I think Ez and Kel will know what to do.”
Oh, that bastard. He’s making me regret tying him up.
The room stills. Then Kel moves.
He prowls across the mattress, his muscles taut, eyes locked on me, on us. I feel Farron twitch inside me beneath the weight of that stare. Cas groans behind me, burying his face in my neck.
“Stars be damned,” he breathes. “You are trying to kill me.”
Caspian straightens and Kel kneels over me, one long leg on either side of my waist, his hand settling on my lower back. “You sure about this, Rose?” His voice is a low rumble.
Kel’s massive cock in my ass? No, not sure at all. But being filled by my mates? That I’m sure about. I want everything they can give me. “Yes.”
He doesn’t need more.
I feel him line up, sharing space with Caspian, then there’s the thick, deliberate press of him against my ass. My body tenses, anticipation crackling like lightning across my skin.
Slowly, Kel presses in.
I cry out, the stretch intense, burning and perfect and full. Caspian swears behind me, hips bucking instinctively.
“Fuck,” Cas hisses. “Gods.”
“Be quiet,” Kel growls, voice low and feral against my back. “She’s taking all of us like a goddess.”
His hips roll, burying deeper—and I feel it. The unbelievable fullness. Kel in my ass, Caspian behind him, still thick inside my core, Farron hard and throbbing beneath me.
I can’t move. Can’t breathe. Can barely think.
“Shit,” I gasp. “I’m so full.”
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” Farron says, hands trembling on my thighs as he looks up at me, awestruck. “You’re perfect like this.”
Caspian moans, his hands tightening on Kel’s hips. “Kel, your ass is brushing against my chest,” he mutters. “Gods, it’s such a perfect ass.”
“Fuck!” Dayton calls, grinning. “You all look so damn hot.”
“We fucking do,” Caspian groans, thrusting shallowly. “Gods, we’re going to break her.”
Kel growls above me, trailing a finger up my spine to fist in my hair, pulling to arch my back more. “She can take it.”
He thrusts again, deep and punishing, and I scream. Not in pain. In pure, overwhelming ecstasy.
Their bodies press in from all angles, hot and solid and relentless.
Farron below me, Kel braced above me, legs on either side of my hips, and Caspian behind him, sharing my pussy with Farron.
I’m nothing but sensation—lips parted, skin flushed, tears slipping down my cheeks from the intensity of it all.
Ezryn still watches from the foot of the bed, eyes like storms ready to break.
“You next, Ez,” Dayton says, voice rough. “Let her choke on that bloom budding in your pants.”
Kel growls possessively, stilling inside me. “You’re going to come for us all, Rose.”
And stars help me—
I will.
Kel thrusts into me again, deep and brutal, and the sound that tears from my throat isn’t even human. Caspian groans behind me, gripping Kel’s waist like a lifeline, while Farron moans beneath me, bucking his hips as he tries to keep pace.
Everywhere I look, every inch of my body is being touched, filled, claimed.
And then Ezryn moves, finally throwing off his pants.
Silent and sure, the Spring Prince kneels on the top of the bed by my head, his cock thick and flushed, already slick. His eyes meet mine, and he cups my jaw, tilting my face toward him.
“You’re still sure?” he asks, voice low and steady.
I nod, unable to form words.
He leans forward, pressing a kiss to my forehead, and guides himself to my mouth.
And I take him.
Slowly at first—lips wrapping around him, tongue swirling along the tip. He groans, fingers tightening in my hair.
“You look like a queen,” he whispers. “With all of us inside you. Taking everything. Giving everything.”
I moan, and the vibration draws a sharp curse from his lips.
Behind me, Kel’s rhythm deepens, his massive body pressing flush against mine as he drives in harder, his breath hot against the back of my neck.
“Fuck, Rose. So good, so perfect,” he grits out, his thrusts growing more ragged.
Caspian groans with each stroke, grinding against me “She’s going to ruin us.”
“She already has,” Farron breathes beneath me, placing kisses over my breasts.
My vision swims. My body trembles. But I’ve never felt more powerful.
I am a star being pulled into orbit, burning, breaking, becoming something new.
And then Dayton… My Day.
He’s watching me from the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on my lips sucking Ezryn’s cock. His skin is flushed, his mouth parted in awe.
I let the briars fall away and reach out my hand. He rolls closer.
Even with my arms shaking, I curl my fingers around his length. He lets out a strangled sound and thrusts into my palm, his head falling back, golden curls damp with sweat.
“Fuck, Rosie,” he breathes.
I take Ezryn deeper, stroke Dayton harder, and feel Kel tremble behind me.
“Now,” Caspian groans, voice cracking. “Now, I’m—fuck, I’m going to—”
It happens like lightning.
Keldarion growls my name, slamming into me one last time as he explodes, heat flooding inside me.
Caspian cries out, his body shuddering violently as he follows.
Keldarion’s fingers dig into my hips so hard they bruise.
Beneath me, Farron swears, his own climax tearing through him as his arms lock around my waist.
Ezryn gasps—low and desperate—and I taste him as he spills into my mouth, my tongue coaxing every drop. Dayton comes in my hand seconds later, his seed warm on my wrist as he moans something I can’t even hear over the roar in my ears.
And when I finally break, it’s like a million stars shattering inside me. Feeling all of my mates’ pleasure coat me, inside, over my skin, down my throat…It’s an indescribable pleasure.. My whole body shudders with waves of ecstasy.
We collapse together in a tangle of limbs and sighs, breathless and boneless, our bodies sticky and glowing in the golden spill of morning light.
My heart pounds. My skin hums.
Caspian is the first to speak, his voice low and reverent as he brushes my damp hair from my face. “You’re so good, Rose,” he murmurs against my shoulder. “So good.”
Farron nuzzles into my side, pressing soft kisses beneath my breast. “Our perfect girl.”
I smile through the haze, letting my head fall on Caspian’s chest, his heartbeat steady beneath my cheek. Gentle fingers trail down my spine. Dayton, probably, and someone pulls a blanket up over my bare hips.
“I don’t think I can move,” I mumble.
“You don’t have to,” Ezryn says, his cool palm cupping the back of my neck. “Just rest. Let us hold you.”
Keldarion’s arms wrap around me from behind, solid and sure, his chin hooking over my shoulder. “You did so well,” he murmurs, kissing the crown of my head. “So strong. So brave.”
Their voices blur together, low praise, soft laughter, the occasional teasing groan from someone shifting too fast. I feel Ezryn press a kiss to my temple. Farron intertwines our fingers. Dayton mutters something about swallowing a cherry blossom. Caspian brushes the side of my knee.
I sigh in contentment. I’ve never felt so safe. So full. So utterly, undeniably theirs.
Ezryn’s hand finds mine beneath the covers. “Sleep, Rosalina,” he whispers. “We’ll be here when you wake.”
Even as my body begins to drift, I feel them all pressed close, warm skin, soft kisses, tangled limbs. My mates. My loves. My family.
Home.