22. Rosalina
22
Rosalina
W arm water embraces me as Dayton pulls me down, his lips capturing mine.
If I thought kissing someone else after finding out I have a mate would feel wrong, I would have been mistaken twice over today. First, Ezryn’s searing kiss, and now Dayton’s bruising mouth, his tongue pushing between my teeth.
I moan, and when he tries to pull away, I don’t let him. I don’t need air, only him.
His hands are on my back, and he grinds hard against me.
Heat and desire swirl in my stomach. He’s naked, he’s so naked. I only caught glimpses of his body beneath the bubbling water, but I’m desperate to touch his cock.
Dayton’s hands move lower, his fingers tracing my curves. I figure that’s an invitation to do the same and run a hand along his broad chest, lowering until I grace his length.
It’s massive and thick, and I can’t help but grip it to see how it feels in my hand. Perfect. I rub his cock. He throws his head back, muscles in his neck straining.
“Fuck,” he growls, voice deep and male. “Rosie.”
A breathy gasp alerts me to Farron, so close to us. My hair has fallen loose, lying in wet strands around my head. He’d said seeing me and Dayton together was beautiful, and the look on his face confirms it: lips slightly parted in awe, eyes wide.
I’m frozen, caught between them, all three of us suspended in an intimate moment. It feels strange, but in a good way. Where will this lead?
Dayton chuckles deeply as he sees us looking at each other. “Come on in, Fare, the water’s fine.”
Dayton kisses me again, and I twine my arms around his muscular shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist. His iron-hard length presses against my throbbing core. He grunts under his breath, then rubs his cock against the thin fabric of my swimsuit.
I cry out as my whole body erupts with sensation. “Yes, Dayton.”
“Call him by his full name,” Farron says, voice low. His pupils are completely blown as he watches us.
“Your full name?” I gasp, and he doesn’t stop grinding against me, powerful body moving so effortlessly in the water.
Farron crawls closer, a growing electricity on my skin at his nearness. As his fingers tuck my wet hair behind my ear, Dayton cups my breasts with his large hands, and I can’t help but let out a mewling cry.
“Daytonales,” Farron whispers, and his soft lips linger on the side of my cheek.
“Daytonales.” I say the name like a prayer. “That suits you. Suits the Summer Realm.”
“Hmm.” Dayton slips a finger below the fabric of my swim bra, gliding over a nipple. “It’s long, laborious. No one calls me that anymore.”
“I like it,” I gasp.
Farron moves away from me, and I miss his touch immediately.
“You know what I’d like?” Dayton smirks. “This to go.” His hands reach the bottom of my sheer cover-up, and he moves to take it off.
“No,” I say. That fabric is the only thing hiding the hideous scar on my wrist, the jagged letters that read Lucas . It’s a story I’m not willing to share yet… especially with him incapacitated upstairs. “It’s too pretty to take off.”
Dayton sticks out his bottom lip. “But what about these?”
His hands flicker over my swimwear. “Yes, yes.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” He gathers me in his arms and pushes us away from the shoreline.
I realize we’re deeper in the hot springs than I’ve ever been before. Dayton must notice my gaze because he whispers, “Hold your breath and open your eyes.”
He dunks us beneath the warm depths. For a moment, it’s only darkness until Dayton waves his hand and there’s the familiar prickle of magic. The world shifts into a stunning array of pastel hues. The water is crystal clear, and the sand shimmers silver. Vibrant coral and seaweed grow along the hot spring’s floor. It’s as if I’ve been transported to another world. I can only imagine what the Summer Realm’s ocean looks like.
But most magical of all is the fae male floating across from me, his golden hair flowing in the water. His smile is so genuine as he watches me take in this piece of his world.
Dayton’s words come back to me: Remind you who you belong to. He’d told me I’d belonged to the princes of Castletree. I may be mated to Kel, but something about his statement feels so right. This is where I belong. And what I want more than anything right now is for him to do what he promised: take me, have me, show me I’m his. I want to give him my body.
His eyes widen as he takes me in, almost like he can sense my desire. He wraps me in his arms and kicks us to the surface. He lays me down on a smooth rock in the middle of the hot springs, taking care to keep a hand behind my head.
For one moment, we stare at each other. His tangled blond hair falls wildly around his face. We crash together, our kisses furious, and I raise my hips, desperate for any contact.
He moves away from me, then back again, like waves on the sand. His tongue finds mine as his hands make their way over my body. It feels like my skin is going to set on fire, consume us both.
Dayton raises himself up on his forearms. “You’re so beautiful, Rosalina.”
He removes the strapless black swim top and gently lifts my hips to slide off my bottoms.
“No destroying my underwear today?”
He gives a roguish smirk, playfully kissing the space between my ear and neck. “I do have a little self-control.”
“Since when?” Farron laughs from the shoreline.
I tilt my head to look at him and realize this is the first time he’s seen me like this. We’ve had plenty of moments, and I’ve always suspected he wanted me the same way I’ve wanted him. But I can’t help but wonder: what does he think of me, all spread out here, naked and bare?
“Alright, pup,” Dayton calls across the short expanse, “I’ll show you how generous I can be. You take off your clothes, and get your tight little ass in the water, and I’ll let you have the first taste.”
Farron blinks rapidly, then stammers, “F-first taste?”
“Of our woman.” Dayton lightly slaps a hand down on my thigh, then drags it up to cup between my legs.
The shock of his hand against my core is electric, and I let out a moan, grasping my sensitive breasts.
“She’s so fucking wet,” Dayton groans. My slickness coats his palm as he moves it back and forth against my entrance.
“Farron,” I breathe, lifting my hips to grind against Dayton’s hand.
Farron lets out a muffled noise and draws his knees up to his chest, almost as if he’s in pain. “I’ll just…” he mumbles, “I’ll watch for now.”
“Suit yourself,” Dayton says and kneels between my legs. A series of featherlight kisses caress my skin, then his tongue laps at my entrance.
“Oh!” My hands grasp the smooth rock.
He laughs, sending vibrations through my core. He moves his hands to my hips and slowly slides two fingers inside me.
“Mmm,” I moan. “I need more, Day.”
Everything inside me tightens as he moves his fingers in and out of me, his tongue dancing around my clit. I arch my back, my toes curling as pleasure builds, cresting higher and higher until finally I let out a scream as my orgasm rolls through me.
I collapse onto the rock, panting and dazed, as Dayton pulls his fingers out.
“How was that to start?”
The breath is heavy in my throat. “To start?”
He kisses the inside of my thigh. “I’m never going to let you only come once.”
My whole body shivers in anticipation as I rise on my arms to look down at him. But he just grins, then slides away from me, swimming toward Farron. He rests his elbows on the edge. “You have no idea how fucking good she tastes. Sweeter than nectar.”
Farron stares down at the Summer Prince reverently.
“Taste her, Fare.”
Farron’s gasp is swallowed by Day’s mouth as he heaves himself up and clasps Farron by the back of the neck. Their lips smash together. Farron’s hair tousles and falls over Dayton’s brow. I’ve always known it was so much more than hooking up between them. The proof is in the intense gaze on Dayton’s face, the soft melting of Farron’s features.
How could they not have been together while I was gone?
Dayton drops his lips to Farron’s shoulder and growls, “Do you like that, pup?”
With a shaky hand, Farron brushes his lips. He tasted me. The thought ignites my core, and as our gazes meet, I can’t refrain from letting my fingers drift lower, along my stomach, down to slip between my legs.
Farron lets out a choked sound. Dayton shakes his head, tsking. There’s a splash of water, and two strands of pink seagrass burst out, tangling around my wrists, and forcing them above my head.
“I’m all for watching you do that,” Dayton says, “but today, you’re going to come when I say you’re going to come. Understood, Blossom?”
I tug lightly on the grass restraining me, but my body has turned molten under his command. Dayton gives Farron a look, who is still staring at me as if stunned. Then Dayton dives in and before I know it, the Summer Prince is above me, naked and glistening.
“Are you going to fuck me?” I strain against the binds, eyes on his erect cock.
He swallows, and for a minute I think I see something akin to fear flash in his eyes. But he shakes his head, and that cocky grin returns. “Yes,” he says. “But not today. When I have you, it will not be with any deadline for a stupid meeting.”
A swirl of disappointment fills my belly, and I whine.
“Now, none of that.” Dayton grins. “There is still plenty I plan to do to you today.”
He trails kisses along my neck until he gets to my breast, bringing a large hand up to massage one while he plops the other into his mouth, sucking deeply.
I moan and tug against the restraints, desperately wanting to tangle my hands in his hair. “Oh, Day, I—”
He switches breasts, sucking harder and harder, like he’ll never get his fill. Deep male groans vibrate in his chest, and he moves to massage my clit again. “Your pussy feels so good.”
I gasp as his hand works me into frenzied pleasure. I’m so close, and all I want is to come. As I’m about to tip over the edge, Day pulls away.
A smirk plays on his lips, eyes alight with mischief.
“Remember, Blossom?” he teases. “You only get to come when I say.”
Ecstasy pounds in my abdomen, and I gasp in the dense air. “You’re so—”
But Dayton looks over his shoulder, golden hair knotted. “Are you getting in, Fare? She’s so close. It might just end for me to watch you make her come, but I’m willing to risk it if you are.”
Farron stares at us, then falls to his side again, letting out a tortured moan. “I can’t. Just keep going. I’ll watch.”
I don’t have time to question why he won’t come in before Dayton lowers himself down between my legs, blowing warm air on my pussy. The sensation is maddening.
“Ready?”
“Stop teasing me.”
“Then beg for it.”
“You’re so mean.”
He pulls back. “Well then—”
“Dayton, please,” I gasp. “Please, please, I need you. I’m yours.”
He stills, then dives back toward me, mouth and tongue on my pussy, two fingers slipping inside. “Come for me, Blossom.”
That’s all it takes. With my hands still tied, pleasure rushes through me in waves, over and over again until I’m a quivering mess, my breath coming out in small pants.
Dayton unties the weeds from my wrists and pulls me up into his arms, pressing a kiss to my temple.
My vision is littered with stars, his kisses soft. But I know this isn’t over, not when I can still feel his hard length beneath my legs. “I want to taste you now.”
He stills. “Rosalina, you don’t have to—”
“I want to… If you want that.”
“Seven realms, yes.” He stands, and I settle between his legs. His cock bounces right in front of my face. It is magnificent .
I press my hands to his muscular thighs and suddenly feel a bit of embarrassment returning. “I’m sorry if it’s not, uh, good or—”
Dayton fists my hair into a knot. “I don’t think you could do this wrong if you tried.”
Slowly, I part my lips and bring them close to his length.
“Start by tasting the tip,” Farron calls over. “It drives him wild.”
“Ah, now the pup speaks up,” Dayton drawls. “Just in time to make me senseless.”
Farron watches us with a wide gaze, muscles tense.
I do as he says, taking the tip of Dayton’s cock between my lips.
“Now lick the length,” Farron says.
I let my tongue drift along his shaft to the base.
Dayton groans, fist tightening in my hair.
“Now take him,” Farron says, voice rich with desire.
I swallow all of Dayton’s length into my mouth. His hands cup either side of my head, guiding me further down his cock and I swirl my tongue over him, moving faster and faster. I work him until he’s panting, then I slow down a bit, pulling out to gasp in gulps of air.
The Summer Prince’s face twists in pleasure, his muscular chest heaving. I look to Farron for approval.
Farron’s dark brow raises. “That was good, but I think you can take him deeper.”
There’s a command in his voice I rarely hear from my sweet Autumn Prince, one that makes my spine tingle.
“I don’t know,” Dayton chuckles, “it’s pretty big.”
“She can do it,” Farron assures.
A desperate need to please them both fills me, and I breathe deep before I take Dayton in my mouth again. I try to relax my throat as he pushes his cock deeper. My eyes water and I think I might gag, but I refuse. I want all of him.
“Good girl,” Farron breathes. “And you too, Day. You’re a good boy feeding our girl your big cock. Look how hungry she is for you.”
“Fuck.” Dayton stiffens in my mouth. “I’m going to—”
“Swallow him, Rosie,” Farron commands.
Dayton’s hips move at a frantic pace, and I moan with each pulse of his cock in my mouth as I desperately try to keep up.
He shudders, muscles tensing. I arch my back and moan. Holy stars, he tastes amazing. His cum coats my lips, and I lick it up, savoring every drop. There’s so much, some of it spills from my mouth and trickles down my chin.
Farron bites his lip, eyes glassy and filled with desire. I know in this moment I’ve done something to please them both, and warmth blooms in my chest. Farron gives me a smile, a silent acknowledgement of my efforts.
“Let’s go show our boy how good a girl you were,” Dayton says, wrapping me in his embrace and swimming across the springs. Steam curls around Farron’s body.
“You tasted her on my mouth, Fare.” Dayton smirks. “Now taste me on her lips.”
Dayton holds me up to Farron like an offering, his cum dripping from between my lips and down my chin.
Farron’s pupils are blown. He swallows and the knot at his throat bobs. He lifts a trembling hand.
Where’s the confident Autumn Prince from a moment ago?
“Decide, Farron,” Dayton orders, one of his hands snaking up to deeply massage one of my breasts, the soft flesh escaping between his fingers. “Kiss her or don’t.”
How must I look to Farron, in his lover’s arms, hair disheveled, cheeks flushed, and completely and utterly desperate for him?
Farron closes his eyes, auburn hair falling across his brow. Then in a flash he pulls back, landing in a heap against the slick stones. “I’m sorry, I can’t.”
“Your loss, Fare.” Dayton gives a dissatisfied sigh, and the sharp sting of Farron’s rejection is quickly replaced by Day’s bruising kiss.
“I’m sorry,” Farron says. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I’m already going to lose Day to his mate. One day, Kel’s going to change his mind. And I can’t lose you too, Rosie.”
“Fuck Keldarion,” Dayton growls in my ear. “Ignore the scared little pup. Focus on me.”
His hand moves furiously on my aching pussy, not even giving me a moment to think about Farron’s words. “You’ve done so much for me already, Dayton—”
“And I’m going to give you one more, okay? Give me one more.”
Before I can say anything else, a cry tears from my throat as the heat builds, builds, builds.
He sits on the lower ledge of the hot spring, bringing me on his lap, his cock already hard again.
“This time you’re going to scream,” he snarls. “You’re going to scream loud enough for your mate to hear you and realize what an idiot he is. For that fucking asshole to feel the pleasure he can’t give you.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing only on Dayton’s touch, and cry out in pleasure.
“Louder, Baby.” He licks my neck, then bites down. Pain and pleasure. “Remember when you watched me and Fare?”
“Y-yes.” I tilt my head back, barely able to comprehend anything beyond the bliss building inside me.
“He called your name when he came. Now when you come, you’re going to look at him. Yell his name out.”
Farron watches us so intently, it’s as if nothing in the world could tear his gaze away from me.
Dayton’s cock slides against my ass. His fingers move at a rapid pace, and when he pinches sharply and tugs on one of my nipples, I see stars. “Come for us.”
That’s it. I’m lost in his storm, waves of bliss flooding over me once more. I scream, my body trembling, my orgasm crashing over and over.
“Farron!” I cry out as I come undone, my inner walls clenching around Dayton’s insistent fingers.
Farron’s hands knot into fists and he slams them against the steamy surface of the hot springs. “Rosie. Day—”
“I fucking love the way you feel,” Dayton rasps against my ear as I come back to myself. I collapse against the Summer Prince, feeling completely and totally satisfied. I wonder about Dayton’s words. Did my screams reach Kel after all?