74. Dayton
74
Dayton
T he room disappears, and all I feel is her. I claim her lips with an unyielding hunger, pulling her into my embrace. Her taste and touch overpower my thoughts. Her tongue moves with an insatiable desire, while her hands roam over my body. I lift her up and press her against the door, yearning for more, needing her like air.
How is this possible? How can there be this much fire between us? How can she still want me when her mate is here? I pull back slightly and glance over my shoulder at Farron. He’s staring at me with an equally hungry expression.
“Come here, pup,” I say.
He crosses in two steps, kissing my back and gliding his lips to my neck. Rosie is pinned against the wall. She’s wearing a light tunic and dark leggings. But as my hand drifts between her legs, I realize she’s wet already. “You’re soaking, Baby. Tell me how badly you want this.”
“I need this.” It’s almost like I can sense her desire, and it’s not just for Farron. She wants me, too. They both do.
Farron snakes his hand between us, touching both my aching cock and her wetness. “Can we get to the bed, please?”
We make our way across the room, clothes flying off. Lips caress my body and hands slide over my skin until we land in a tangle of limbs. Rosie kisses me and laughs, the sweetest fucking smile on her face.
I’d kill for that smile.
Stars, I’d burn worlds for it.
“Fare.” I grab him and notice he’s trembling.
Slowly, I sit up on my forearms. His eyes are wide, shining, staring at my chest.
But when you fight a cursed wolf and get shot with arrows tipped with steel from the Spring Realm, well, it leaves a mark.
Or in my case, several.
Gashes crisscross my torso and back, and puckered wounds dot my chest where the arrowheads went through. Rosalina tentatively traces a hand across my flesh.
“These are not sad scars,” she says. “These are marks of your devotion, of your bravery and unyielding courage.”
“But Day—” Farron’s voice cracks. “I hurt you. Hurt you again.”
“Hey now.” I pull him closer to Rosie and I. “Ez was there, it’s all good.”
Ez just about killed himself keeping me alive. Guess I’ll have to lay off the metal jokes for a little while. Did he really think I was so worthy to live? Or was it all his righteous noble heart, the one I’ve made fun of for years? But even the High Prince of Spring’s Blessing has its limits. The scars of a beast still stain my body.
Tears slip down Farron’s cheeks.
“I need to know, are you crying because you hurt me? Or because you have marred the most gorgeous body in the world?”
“You’re such an idiot.” He shakes his head, messy locks of brown hair falling across his brow. “You’ll always be perfect to me.”
“Then stop these tears. If I died for you, it would be the greatest glory of my worthless life.”
I grab his face, pulling him into a fierce kiss, salty with his tears, before he can think too much about my words. Farron murmurs my name, and I roll, pushing him deep into the mattress.
A light kiss over a particularly gruesome scar on my back has me groaning. Blossom. Her mouth grazes along my spine, and she whispers, “Such bravery should be rewarded. What do you think, Farron?”
He gives a roguish smile.
Rosalina taps me on the chest. “Lie down.”
I fall onto the pillows, putting my hands behind my head.
“Take his pants off,” Rosalina orders.
“Damn, I like it when you’re bossy,” I say.
Farron grabs the band of my pants and pulls, revealing my hard cock.
“You both are too clothed.” I gesture to them. Rosalina’s lost her tunic and tights, but she’s still wearing her panties and a light cream chemise. Lucky for me, the fabric is thin enough I can see the pointed tips of her nipples. My breathing becomes ragged at the thought of her breasts in my mouth.
Fare lost his pants and dons a long, loose white shirt. That also needs to go.
“A problem for later.” Rosie smirks.
A deep groan escapes me as her lips slide over the tip of my cock. I haven’t forgotten that time in the hot springs. The thought of it haunts me daily.
Farron’s soft hair brushes my stomach as he moves beside her. His wet tongue glides over my balls, sending the most incredible vibration through my body.
“Fuck,” I moan. “You two are cruel. This is going to end with your faces covered in cum.”
“You want to come in my mouth, Day?” Rosie looks up at me through dark lashes. “Beg for it.”
“Now, where did my sweet girl learn such dirty words?” I stroke her cheek.
“From you.”
Farron laughs before popping one of my balls into his mouth. I grind my teeth, bucking my hips before Rosie pushes me down. The silky fabric of her chemise rubs against my thigh.
“Ready to beg?” She drags her tongue from the base of my cock to the tip.
Farron watches her with a heady expression before he joins in. Both of them lick either side of my cock like it’s the most delicious treat they’ve ever tasted. Their wet mouths are agonizing, the soft slurping sounds nearly sending me over the edge. “Fuck,” I groan. “Someone put me in your mouth.”
Rosie pulls away with a wet smack. “Beg.”
I try to resist her command, but Farron is still slowly licking the side of my shaft.
“Put my cock in your mouth, Blossom. Take me deep. I need you.”
She smiles at that, satisfied, and gathers her hair in the cutest damn ponytail before descending to suction her lips around my length.
Farron reclines, content to watch her as she works. Her mouth is wet slippery bliss, and my balls tighten with each stroke.
“You like watching her mouth on me, Fare?”
“Stars, yes,” he says. “Such a good girl taking your big cock.”
Rosie moans from the praise, her speed increasing.
“Get rid of this thing.” Farron reaches forward, and with a quick rip, the chemise is gone. I guess he was as frustrated with it as I was. Her breasts fall free, brushing my thighs as she moves.
“Oh, Rosie.” Farron cups her, massaging deeply into the soft flesh. He rubs a nipple between his forefinger and thumb. I can’t help but arch my hips in pleasure as the muscles of her throat tighten around my cock. I slide deeper, deeper, deeper.
She gags, but doesn’t slow, eyes watering.
“Take him, Sweetheart,” Farron says, a delicious edge of command to his voice. “Take him deep until he comes.”
Gasping, Rosalina sucks harder, her throat stretching wide as she takes me all the way in. The slick wet heat of her mouth is pure bliss.
“Oh, fuck,” I grunt. “I’m going to come for you, Rosie.”
She keeps sucking, and I spill myself into her throat.
“Swallow it,” Farron orders.
Groaning, I bury my cock deep. She gags and her body shakes, but she doesn’t stop.
“You’re so good, Baby. So good,” I praise.
She pulls back, gasping. Her hair has fallen loose, her lips glistening with my pleasure. She’s so fucking beautiful. Damn, this is bad.
Farron crawls to her, reverently touching her cheek, before running a thumb over her slick lips. “I didn’t taste him on you before. I wish I had.”
Then he licks the pleasure that’s dripped down her chin before kissing her.
I fall back to the bed, trembling. If that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Then in a heap, the mattress moves as both of them topple around me. I’m unable to resist kissing them deeply. I might never experience what they have, but if my body can bring them pleasure, I’ll give myself to them. Every damn time.
“That was amazing,” I sigh.
Farron rests his head on my shoulder. “Don’t say you’re done?”
“Oh, Summer Prince,” Rosie says, “you didn’t think we’d let you come only once?”
“Fuck,” I groan.
“Tell me what you want,” Rosalina says.
The bed smells like sex and roses, and I feel so content with their skin on mine. But I know what to ask for. “I want to see you two together,” I say. “I want to watch my boy fuck you exactly how I tell him to.”