Chapter 21 Rosalina #2
The Summer Prince skims my nipple with his teeth before lightly biting.
“When can I fuck her?” he murmurs against my skin.
Farron chuckles darkly. “Not yet.” He continues stroking Dayton. “First, I’m going to taste how wet she is for us, then I’ll get your ass ready for my cock.”
Dayton rises, a loopy smirk on his face, and the flash of his teal gaze reassures me he’s still here. “I don’t know where this side of you came from, Fare.” Dayton chuckles. “But I like it.”
Farron doesn’t respond as he nudges Dayton out of the way, grips my thighs, and tugs me roughly to the end of the bed.
Day trails kisses up my collarbone before sucking on the sensitive skin of my neck.
Farron’s cheek brushes the inside of my thigh, his stubble a prickly sensation. “Oh, damn,” I gasp.
His tongue darts out. “So good. I can still taste Day’s cum inside you.”
He kisses my slit, teasing me. I moan, my body trembling as he inches closer to the spot I ache for him the most.
“Please,” I beg.
His mouth is hot, wet, and insistent, probing every part of me as if he is searching for something. He sucks on my clit, sending a bolt of pleasure shooting from the base of my spine to the tip of my head.
“Oh fuck!” I gasp. “Yes! Right there.”
Dayton kisses along my jawline, his teeth grazing the pulse point in my neck. Goose bumps ripple down my arms. His breath fans across my earlobe as he whispers huskily, “You like Fare being rough with you, baby? You like being teased and worshipped?”
“Yes,” I moan, my body shuddering under their dual ministrations. “Don’t stop.”
Farron’s tongue is relentless, thrusting as if trying to taste every single part of me. His fingers curl, massaging the swollen nub within me in time with his tongue’s rhythm.
With a final lap, Farron pulls away. He sits up on his heels and grins at Dayton. “Your turn. I want you kneeling on the bed with your ass in the air.”
I slide myself farther up, my whole body burning with sensation, aching for release. Dayton kneels before me, and I take a moment to admire him. Tiny beads of perspiration dot his tanned skin. His golden shoulder-length hair cascades over his muscular shoulders.
As Farron moves behind Dayton, I can’t help but stare at Day’s massive cock, jutting out between his thighs. Thick and long, pulsing with arousal.
Farron’s hands clasp onto Dayton’s hips. He circles Dayton’s entrance, teasing him mercilessly. A low moan escapes Dayton’s lips as he arches his back, presenting himself further.
“Beg me,” Farron growls, his voice heavy with lust. “Tell me what you want.”
“Please,” Dayton pants, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. “I…I want you inside me. Now.”
“Make our girl come on your tongue,” Farron says. “And I’ll give you what you want.”
“Yes, love.” Dayton lowers himself between my thighs. His mouth replaces Farron’s, just as hot and just as satisfying—but oh so different. Where Farron was demanding, Dayton’s touch is tender, as if he were mapping my body anew. He laps at me, teasing my clit before sucking it into his mouth.
“That’s it, Rosie.” Farron smiles. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes!” I gasp, my every nerve alight. “God, yes. I love it!”
I raise myself on the backs of my arms to watch Farron work, mesmerized by the pleasure radiating through our bond.
One of Farron’s fingers finds its way to Dayton’s entrance, stroking him. Dayton moans against my core, the vibrations sending shock waves through me. My walls clench around nothingness as I long for his cock inside me.
Farron adds another finger, stretching Dayton bit by bit, preparing him for something much larger. Farron picks up speed, making Dayton groan. He thrusts his fingers in and out of Dayton’s ass in time with Day’s tongue on my clit.
“That’s it,” Farron croons in Dayton’s ear. “Loosen up for me. Make our mate come if you want my cock.”
“You don’t have to bribe me to make my favorite girl orgasm.” Dayton smirks. “But gods, do I want your cock now.”
I wrap my hands in Dayton’s soft hair. “Then get going.”
Dayton slides two fingers inside me, curling, brushing my sensitive sides.
“Fuck!” I gasp. “Oh god, right there.”
He lowers his mouth back down, his tongue flicking more insistently against my clit, hand working me into a feverish state. The tension coils tighter and tighter, my pleasure heightening.
“That’s it,” Farron encourages us both. “Just a little more. Faster, Dayton.”
With one last thrust of his tongue, I reach the peak of pleasure and burst into oblivion, screaming Dayton’s name as my body is consumed by waves of euphoria. As my climax ebbs away, I crumple onto the sheets, gasping for breath while tremors course through me in delicious aftershocks.
Dayton kisses the inside of my thigh, and Farron looks at us with a bemused smirk. “Good. Now get on your back, Day.”
I smile as Dayton moves beside me, his cock so hard the veins are prominent.
Farron stands at the end of the bed and undresses.
My heart flips as I take in his lean body, the thatch of hair that leads to his long cock.
He crawls over top of me, brushing my face with his knuckles.
His hand slips under my lower back and brings me up in a searing kiss, his hard erection pressing against the soft swell of my stomach.
Farron’s tongue dances with mine. The rich taste of cinnamon and clove goes straight to my core, coiling deep within me.
Breaking the kiss, Farron murmurs in my ear, “You shouldn’t have said you wanted to be ruined, sweetheart. I’m so hard thinking of all the ways I can use your delicious body.”
“Fare.” I tangle my hands into his soft hair.
“Now, wet my cock so I can fuck our man hard.” Farron sinks to the hilt inside me.
A broken mewl escapes my lips as my muscles stretch to accommodate his size.
Farron pulls almost all the way out, then slams back in again and again, pace relentless. The bed creaks with each thrust, the sound of our labored breathing shattering the air.
“Fuck,” Dayton groans, watching us.
My body is slick with sweat. Farron’s hips slap against mine with growing intensity.
Then he stops and pulls out.
“No,” I whine. “No, keep going.”
“Your time will come.” He smiles and gazes down at his cock, dripping with both my arousal and Dayton’s from earlier tonight.
“Day’s going to scream my name for a bit first. Alright, sweetheart?
” Farron sweeps Day’s hair away from his brow, then kisses him.
“I’m about to remind you how alive you are. How mine you are.”
Then he straightens, slapping his own hard cock against Day’s. Dayton sighs, muscles in his neck straining as he leans back against the mattress.
Farron bends one of Dayton’s knees and positions his dripping cock at Dayton’s entrance. Anticipation coils in my stomach as I feel the pleasure washing through my two mates. I stroke myself with featherlight touches.
Farron presses forward, the head of his cock breaching Dayton’s entrance. Dayton sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes squeezing shut as Farron inches deeper, stretching him. The sight is beyond words—Farron’s thick length disappearing within Dayton, claiming him in this way.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Farron groans, voice strained. He grips Dayton’s hips, fingers digging into the taut muscle. “Relax for me, love. Let me in.”
Dayton exhales shakily, and I see his body loosen, allowing Farron to slide in farther until he’s buried completely. They both moan at the sensation, the air crackling with the intensity of their connection.
I continue to stroke myself, transfixed by the display. Watching my strong, powerful mates lost in the throes of passion ignites a fresh wave of desire deep in my core.
Farron sets a slow rhythm, pulling out almost entirely before thrusting in. Dayton rocks his hips to meet each thrust, his back arching off the bed. A sheen of sweat glistens on their skin.
“Yes, just like that,” Dayton pants, hands fisting the sheets. His cock lies heavy and thick against his stomach, the tip glistening with precum. “Harder, Fare.”
Farron smirks, a wicked glint in his eyes. He leans down, changing the angle, and drives into Dayton with renewed force. Dayton cries out, head thrown back as Farron hits him deep over and over.
I moan, fingers working faster between my thighs as I watch them, feeling their pleasure reverberate through our mate bond. It’s intoxicating, all-consuming, stoking the flames of my desire higher and higher.
“Look at her, Day,” Farron growls, not breaking his rhythm. “Look how much she’s enjoying watching us. Our beautiful mate, touching herself while I take you.”
Dayton turns his head toward me, teal eyes glazed with pleasure as they meet mine. “Rosie,” he moans brokenly. “Come here, baby. I need to touch you.”
I don’t hesitate, crawling across the bed to kneel beside them. Dayton reaches for me, pulling me into a kiss that steals my breath. His hand finds my ass, kneading the soft flesh. I whimper into his mouth, my body on fire.
Farron snaps his hips harder, driving into Dayton with an intensity that borders on feral. Dayton breaks the kiss with a gasp, panting. “Fuck, Fare, I’m close…”
“Not yet,” Farron commands, slowing his thrusts. He pulls out, making Dayton whine at the loss. “On your hands and knees. I want you inside our mate when I finally allow you to come.”
A fresh wave of anticipation courses through me at Farron’s words. Dayton complies, positioning himself on all fours. I lie against the pillows, spreading my legs.
Dayton settles between my thighs, the head of his thick cock brushing against my entrance. He looks down at me with reverence, his eyes soft despite the wild lust consuming us all. “I love you, Rosie,” he murmurs. “So much.”
“I love you too,” I whisper back. I reach up to caress his face.
With a groan, he sinks into me in one smooth thrust. I cry out at the exquisite stretch, my walls clenching around him. He stills for a moment, letting me adjust, before starting a slow, deep rhythm.
Farron kneels behind Dayton, his hands skimming over the planes of Dayton’s back. “You two are so beautiful together,” he says. “I could watch this forever.”
He grips Dayton’s hips and positions himself at his entrance once more. With a swift thrust, he sheathes himself inside Dayton.
Farron sets an unyielding pace, each powerful movement driving Dayton deeper into me.
It’s almost too much—the stretch, the fullness, the searing pleasure that builds with every snap of their hips.
I’m lost to it. My world narrows to the blissful slide of Dayton’s cock and the electric pulses of ecstasy sparking through our bond.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” Farron pants, sweat beading on his brow as he pounds into Dayton. “Rosalina, you look so beautiful right now.”
“I know she does.” Dayton drops his head to my shoulder, his breath hot against my skin. “Rosie, you’re so soft. So perfect.”
I cling to Dayton, my nails raking down his back as I match his thrusts. The coil in my core winds tighter and tighter.
“I’m so close,” I gasp, my voice breathy and strained. “Please, don’t stop.”
Farron reaches around to rub tight circles on my clit, the added stimulation pushing me to the edge. “Come for us, sweetheart,” he commands. “Let us feel you.”
His words are my undoing. With a broken cry, I shatter, my walls clamping down on Dayton’s cock as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over me. I feel Dayton’s rhythm falter, his body tensing above me.
“Shit, Rosie… I can’t…” He buries his face in the crook of my neck, muffling his moans as his own release overtakes him. He spills inside me, his cock pulsing, prolonging my orgasm until I’m boneless and spent beneath him.
Farron’s thrusts grow erratic, chasing his own pleasure. He leans over Dayton’s back, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his shoulders. “You’re fucking good,” he growls. “I’m going to fill you up, Day. Mark you as mine.”
With a final, powerful thrust, Farron buries himself deep inside Dayton and stills, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as his climax crashes over him. His fingers dig into Dayton’s hips hard enough to bruise as he spills his release, cum running over Dayton’s thighs.
For a long moment, we remain locked together, a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs and heaving chests, pulses slowing.
The air is heavy with the musky scent of sex and something deeper—our bond.
Our mate bond. I feel like I can almost see it floating around us, not just entangling me and Day and Fare…
but something else. I try to sort through the haze in my mind. It’s all around them too.
Farron is the first to move, pulling out of Dayton with a hiss. Dayton collapses beside me, spent and sated, his eyes soft with adoration as they meet mine. I reach out to brush a damp lock of hair from his brow, my heart overflowing.
“I love you both,” I whisper, the words carrying the weight of everything we’ve been through.
“We love you too, Rosie,” Dayton says. He cups my cheek, thumb caressing my skin.
“See?” Farron says. “Dayton is still himself. Remember what you told me in Florendel, Day?”
“Remind me.”
“Farron’s always right.”
“Can’t argue with that,” I say. And it’s the truth. Dayton is himself, as golden as the sun.
“Yeah, yeah,” Dayton mumbles, his words sleepy.
Farron settles on my other side, muscular arms encircling my waist and pulling me back against his chest. He presses a kiss to my shoulder, his breath warm. “You two are mine,” he says. “Forever.”