43. Rosalina
43
Rosalina
I throw open the door to Dayton’s room without knocking. Slits of moonlight dance over the bed, illuminating the sleeping fae. A muscular arm drapes over his face, and the blankets fall low on his hips, revealing his toned chest. Breath surges in my lungs. I shut the door behind me and cross to his bed.
“Dayton,” I whisper.
He groans, eyes slowly blinking open. “Blossom? What are you doing here?”
“I want you, Day.” Biting my lip, I reach down and bring the dress over my head, baring myself completely for him.
He rises to his forearms, mouth agape. “Is this some sort of fucking dream?”
A shiver of sinful pleasure races through me as his eyes devour my figure. I slink onto the mattress. “Touch me and find out.”
In a second, I’m flung on my back, the air knocked out of me. Delicately, he cups my cheek. His other hand grazes over my breasts and down the soft curves of my stomach. “Your body feels like a dream.”
My eyes flutter closed as he kisses me. Yes, yes, yes , this is what I need. Someone not afraid to touch me. My hips rise, and I gasp, realizing he’s not wearing anything.
“So you sleep naked?” I giggle.
“Why not? You never know when a beautiful girl is going to crawl into your bed.”
I kiss a trail along his neck, tasting sweet nutmeg and clove. “Farron was here earlier.”
“Of course.” His large hand squeezes my leg, inching closer to my core. “I’m not going to waste the one night he’s not surrounded by that bastard’s thorns. You should have left early with us instead of dancing.”
“Then where is he?”
“In his room. We don’t do the whole sleepover thing.”
“So, I shouldn’t expect cuddles after we fuck?”
His fingers dance across my upper thigh, sending skittering shots of desire through me. “Well, Rosalina—”
“It’s okay,” I say quickly before he thinks I’m a clingy weirdo. “I came here for your cock, after all.”
His laugh radiates through the room. “I knew you had a dirty mouth behind that sweet facade. Tell me what you want with my cock.”
I press my palms on his hard chest, pushing him down to the bed, then straddle his hips. “I want you to fill me like you promised when we went to the Summer Realm. The night you cut off another man’s hands for touching me.”
“That was me in control. I hadn’t even kissed you yet—you won’t find me so merciful again.” He grabs my hips. “But this cock is for good girls. Can you be a good girl, Rosie?”
Something flutters in my breast, and I nod.
“Suck my cock,” he says, voice all dominance.
Happiness churns through me. I had ached to please Kel, but Dayton wants me. I can make him happy. I grip his thighs and lower my head; a spill of hair falls over my shoulder. Dayton reaches forward, twining it into a rope. My lips part, and I take his cock in my mouth. He tastes of salt and sweat. I lick and swirl my tongue around the head before drawing down his length. His hands tighten in my hair. He groans deeply, and I take him deeper into my throat.
“Does this feel good?” I moan, mouth dripping with saliva.
“Oh fuck.” His hips rock upward. “Baby, you have no idea.”
His words travel into my core, and wetness pools between my legs. His cock pushes so deep into my throat, tears spring from my eyes. But I can take it. I can take him.
With my free hand, I grip the base and stroke. Dayton’s hold tightens in my hair and he tugs my head up. I gasp, heaving in air, probably looking completely undone with my tongue hanging out, pre-cum dripping down my lips.
“Come here.” He pulls me on top of him. I weave my fingers through his golden hair as we kiss. My legs spread out on either side of him, and I press my aching core against his stomach, desperate for any friction.
“Yes.” He grips my hips, pulling me down so my wet pussy slides against the length of his cock.
I cry out, squeezing my eyes shut. Every nerve in my body is alight with the sensation.
“You’re such a good fucking girl, Rosie. You almost made me cum. But you came looking for something, didn’t you? You tell me, where do you want it?”
“Want it?” I blink.
“Your delectable lips?” He brushes a rough thumb over my mouth. “Your soft breasts?” He squeezes one. “Your perfect stomach? Or…” He drags a hand down my belly to slip between my legs.
“Yes,” I moan, the word long and loud.
A devious smirk crawls up his face, and he pops a finger inside me. My hips instinctively rock against him.
“I want you to fill me. I want you to come inside me.” The idea consumes me. I pitch harder against his hand. “Day, I need you.”
He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t stop pleasuring me. I flutter my eyes open, and my body tingles. There’s an oddly serious look on his face. “Wait, is that not what you meant? Do you not finish in your lovers?”
“No,” he says, and he pulls his fingers out of me. “Not usually.”
“I’m sorry, I—”
“Lie back,” he demands.
I do, sinking into the soft sheets.
He kneels at my feet. I can’t help but admire his physique, painted silver in the moonlight, the incredible definition of his muscles, the strong curve of his jaw. He runs a hand along my leg, then raises one up, placing a kiss to my calf before releasing it.
“I don’t usually come in my lovers,” he says. “Only Farron. But if you want me, all of me, then I’ll fill you.”
“I do,” I gasp. “I want you.”
He presses a large hand over my stomach. “And what about protection?”
I flush. “It’s been a long time since I’ve actually had sex.”
Dayton smiles, his golden waves catching in the light. “That’s what I like to hear. I don’t want to think about any human men touching you.”
“Marigold mentioned some tea I can drink afterward,” I whisper.
“That’s right,” he says. “Then you’re going to take all of me, and I’ll fill your fertile little pussy tonight.”
He kisses my legs then drags his lips up to my pulsing core. When he licks me there, it’s as glorious as I remember. He sucks, then his tongue darts over my sensitive clit. I grip the sheets, throwing my head back. He takes me to the edge, then stops.
“You’re not coming,” he commands, “until I feel you clench around my cock.”
Desire courses through me. I wonder if Kel can feel this the way I felt his pleasure. A cruel part of me wants him too, but a bigger part wants to hold this special moment between myself and Day.
Dayton continues his worship of my body, kissing my stomach with a featherlight touch before he gets to my breasts. His wet tongue circles my nipple before he draws back, nipping in a way that sends fireworks through me. The way he’s pleasuring me… It’s like he’s touching something so much deeper than my skin. The reverent kisses fill a part of my heart I didn’t know was empty. His fingers thread through my hair, and his lips brush against mine, tasting of salt and sunshine. He deepens the kiss until I’m lost in his embrace, until I’ve forgotten everything except him.
“Are you sure about this, Rosalina?”
I blink my eyes open to see his turquoise gaze sparkling, his full lips parted in that strange smile of his, the one just for me.
“I know you have a mate. I’d understand if you only want him.” He looks almost embarrassed. My heart bleeds from the vulnerability he’s showing me.
I take his face between my palms, knowing I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.
“You make me smile even when the whole world seems dark,” I tell him. “You protect those you care about with a fierceness I admire. You’re brave and clever, and every time you laugh I do too, and I want—I want you, Day.”
“Careful, Blossom,” he whispers, and there’s a warmth on his face that could light up an entire room. “If you keep talking like that, I might just fall in love with you.”
That would be convenient because I’m pretty sure I’ve already leapt off the edge for him.
Slowly, he lifts my hips as I spread my legs and he positions himself. Then I feel it—the rounded tip of his cock, lightly pressing against my aching center. I throw my head back, my whole self erupting with the sensation of being so close.
But he doesn’t move. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, huh? Maybe I’m nervous.” He shakes his head, then brings a hand to clutch at his chest. “It’s, uh, a feeling—”
Something wild flits through me bursting to life beside my heart, a deep uncoiling. Euphoria leaks from my fingertips as I stroke his face. Because I know this feeling, this innate want. It’s the same as it is with Kel—
It’s the same. I knew Dayton belonged to me. I need to complete it and tell him I’m a part of him.
I grip Dayton’s face and bring my lips to his ears. “Kel, it’s the same.”
He stiffens, then pushes away from me. “What did you call me?”
A giant pit opens in my stomach, and I feel like I’ve been shoved into a dark room with the loss of his touch. I blink stupidly, my mind, which had just felt light and sparkly, suddenly murky. “I—”
“I should have known this was all about him.” Anger laces through Dayton’s voice, and he stands, throwing on a pair of pants.
He’s getting dressed? No. I need to bring us together. “Wait—”
“You even smell like him.” He gestures to me. “But I ignored it because, fuck, look at you.”
I sit up. Can’t he see I belong to him too? “Dayton, I didn’t mean—”
“You didn’t mean to call me by your mate’s name?” He grips the bedpost. “Then what did you mean, Rosalina?”
“I meant…” My mind clears more. How can I tell him, I felt—no, I feel —the same for him as I do my mate? How will Dayton react to that? Dayton, who won’t even spend the night with Farron, who he’s been with for years? Dayton, who implied there would be no cuddling after sex?
There’s no way I can admit to him the intensity of my feelings.
“What do you even care anyway?” I grab my nightdress off the floor. “Isn’t this just about sex for you?”
His face blanches, and he storms over to the wall, resting his hands upon it, muscles tense. “Yeah, that’s what I’m good for, isn’t it? A fun time? Excuse me for at least wanting my partner to know my name.”
“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” I cross my arms over my chest. “I know your name. Can we—”
“I’m not going to have you while you’re pretending I’m someone else.”
I take a step toward him, wishing I could explain.
He turns away. “Leave, Rosie.”
Angry tears fill my eyes, and I stalk out of the room, slamming the door hard behind me. A frustrated growl bubbles from my chest. I prowl over to Kel’s door, pound my fist against it and snarl, “You can go to sleep now, you stupid smug bastard. Hope you’re fucking happy.”
I make it to my room, alone. Rejected by two fae princes in the same night. Throwing myself down on the bed, I clutch my chest, feeling that tight coil beside my heart.
How could my feelings for both of them be so similar? It’s as magical as it is terrifying.
One tear slips down my cheek, followed by a stream until I can’t help but curl into myself and sob. Finally, exhaustion takes over and I drift off to sleep.