Chapter 59 Rosalina #3
“I can’t believe you made us even,” Caspian whines, a cute pout in his voice. He turns to Kel. “You better not ever kiss Dayton.”
Keldarion laughs. “Perhaps you should be nicer to me.”
“That I can do.”
“Now that we know Dayton’s taking a swim,” Farron says with a smile, stepping forward, “how about we let our girl finish? I want to fuck her while she’s stuffed full of Day’s cum.”
Dayton grabs Farron around the neck and pulls him into a deep kiss. “So fucking worth it.”
Dayton pulls out of me, thick loads of cum leaking over the wood. Thankfully, Kel is blissfully distracted by Cas sucking his cock. He won’t notice how dirty we’re making his sauna.
Farron settles on the cedar bench, his skin glistening with sweat. His strong hands grip my waist as he guides me onto his lap. I straddle him, facing outward, my back pressed against his chest.
Farron’s hard length teases my used entrance. I grind down on him, savoring the delicious friction.
“You’re so sexy like this, Rosalina,” he murmurs. “Dripping with Day’s cum, desperate for more. On display for all your mates. I can’t wait to feel you come around my cock.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, my core fluttering in anticipation. I arch my back, pressing my breasts outward, presenting myself for my princes. Their heated gazes rake over my body, pupils blown wide with lust.
Dayton watches hungrily as Farron kneads my breasts. He rolls my nipples between his skilled fingers, making me writhe in his lap.
“Please, Farron,” I breathe, grinding down harder. “I need you inside me.”
“Anything you desire, sweetheart.”
With a single effortless push, he enters me. I cry out, head falling back against his shoulder as he fills me so perfectly.
“You’re incredible,” he rasps. “I can feel Dayton’s cum coating my cock, making you even slicker.”
Farron picks up his pace, fingers digging into my skin as he pounds into me from below. My body rocks with each powerful thrust, breasts bouncing as I ride him.
Through the thick plumes of steam, my gaze locks on Keldarion and Caspian. Cas kneels between Kel’s muscular thighs, his dark hair damp and mussed. The Winter Prince’s massive cock disappears between Caspian’s stretched lips, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks.
“Look at them, Rosie,” Farron growls in my ear, his voice rough with lust. “Look how Caspian takes Keldarion’s cock so eagerly, like he was made for it. Just like you were made to take ours.”
His dirty words send a jolt straight to my core, and I clench harder around him. Farron hisses in pleasure, his thrusts growing more erratic. I can tell he’s close, his control slipping.
Keldarion’s gaze shifts to mine. Even from across the steamy room, the heat in his stare scorches my skin. He drinks in the sight of me bouncing on Farron’s cock, breasts heaving, lips parted.
Caspian releases Kel with a pop and turns to look at me, expression pure wickedness. “Isn’t she delicious, Kel? Stuffed full of Autumn’s cock, still dripping with Summer’s cum. Don’t you wish you could fuck her?”
Keldarion growls, a deep, primal sound. His eyes blaze like blue fire, taking in every debauched detail.
“Your mouth will do.” Keldarion grips Caspian’s hair. “For now.”
With a wink in my direction, Caspian takes Kel again. Then the Winter Prince throws his head back with a guttural roar, the cords of his neck straining as he releases down Caspian’s throat.
Caspian bobs in earnest, slurping and sucking greedily. Drool and cum dribble down his chin. He gazes up at Keldarion through thick, dark lashes, his eyes glazed with devotion.
“Oh fuck,” Farron gasps, his cock twitching inside me. Farron’s thrusts grow more frenzied. Each snap of his hips sends jolts of electricity racing through my veins.
“Ezryn,” I gasp, reaching toward the Spring Prince. “Please, let me make you feel good.”
Ezryn takes my hand, guiding it to his thick, throbbing length.
I wrap my fingers around his velvety shaft, marveling at the heat and weight of him.
I start to stroke, my grip firm as I pump my fist. Beads of moisture gather at his tip, and I swipe my thumb over the sensitive head, smearing the slick evidence of his arousal.
“Rosalina,” he says. “Rosalina. Rosalina.”
The steam swirls thicker now, curling in dense plumes that obscure my vision. It’s like I’m adrift in a hazy dream, the edges of reality blurred by the shimmering mist. Sweat rolls in rivulets down the valley of my breasts, between my shoulder blades, along the curve of my spine.
Suddenly, there are hands everywhere, stroking, caressing, teasing. I can’t see through the billowing mist, can only feel the delicious slide of skin on skin. Fingers tangle in my hair, tugging just hard enough to make me gasp. A hot mouth latches on to my neck.
Farron continues to pound into me from below. My body undulates, hips rolling to meet his every stroke, greedy for more.
Ezryn’s shaft pulses, growing harder as I work him with increasing fervor. His breaths come in sharp pants, his abdomen flexing with each twist of my wrist.
“Fuck, just like that,” Ezryn rasps, his deep voice strained with pleasure. “Your hand feels so good, baby girl.”
Emboldened by his praise, I tighten my grip, pumping him faster. Ezryn groans, his hips stuttering as he thrusts into my fist. I can feel him swelling, growing harder, the thick veins along his length pulsing beneath my fingers.
“Rosalina.” My name is a reverent prayer on his lips. “I’m so close…”
I twist my hand in a way that I know drives him wild. Ezryn’s abdomen flexes, muscles rippling beneath his shining, tawny skin.
“Let go for me, Ez,” I urge breathlessly.
With a hoarse cry, Ezryn’s head falls back, tendons straining in his neck as his release crashes over him. His cock jerks and pulses in my hand, hot ropes of pearly cum spurting from the tip to coat my fingers.
“Oh god, yes,” I moan as all our combined pleasure shoots through our bonds. “Wait. Cas, Cas needs to come.”
“Let me.” Keldarion’s voice is right beside my ear, and I realize it’s his massive palm massaging my breast. “I don’t want you to miss any part of this.”
I turn my head to the side, peering through the steam. The sight that greets me steals the breath from my lungs.
Keldarion kneels before Caspian.
The Prince of Thorns is a vision of debauched beauty, his lithe body flushed and trembling.
Dark hair clings to his damp forehead, his kiss-swollen lips parted in a continuous litany of breathy moans and gasps.
His cock stands proud and straining, heated an angry red, beads of moisture glistening at the tip.
Keldarion leans in, his breath ghosting over Caspian’s throbbing length.
Cas whimpers, hips twitching forward in a silent plea.
With deliberate slowness, Keldarion drags his tongue along the underside of Caspian’s shaft, tracing from base to tip.
Cas shudders, a broken moan falling from his lips as Kel laps at the weeping slit.
“Please, Kel,” Caspian begs, voice wrecked with need. “Don’t tease. I can’t bear it anymore.”
“But you beg so prettily.”
Without warning, Kel takes Caspian into his mouth, sucking hard. His head bobs, taking Caspian deep into his throat with each pass.
“Oh yes,” Caspian babbles, head thrashing side to side. His fingers scrabble for purchase on the wall. Then his face twists, and he lets out the most beautiful broken sound.
And what’s more beautiful is Keldarion on his knees before him, worshipping the Prince of Thorns.
“I’m so close,” I whimper, my voice breathy and desperate. “Please, Farron. I need you.”
“Anything, Rosie,” Farron grits out. “Where do you want me?”
“Inside,” I gasp, my nails scoring down his flexing thighs. “Fill me up, Farron. I want to feel you come.”
With a growl, Farron buries himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he spills himself deep. The sensation of his hot seed coating my fluttering walls pushes me to the edge. I hover there, teetering on the precipice.
“Let us watch you fall apart.” Caspian tugs on my earlobe.
“Scream for us.” Dayton circles my aching clit, applying just the right pressure.
“Now.” Ezryn’s hand grips my neck to capture the last of my breath.
“Come for us, Rosalina,” Keldarion orders.
The combination of their touch and the deep, commanding timbre of Keldarion’s voice sends me careening over the edge.
Pleasure explodes through my body like a supernova, white-hot and all-consuming.
My inner walls clamp down on Farron’s pulsing length, milking him for every last drop.
A high, keening cry tears from my throat, my voice raw with ecstasy.
Wave after wave of bliss crashes over me, leaving me boneless and trembling.
Farron rocks me through the aftershocks. He murmurs praises into my sweat-dampened hair. “So good, Rosie. You did so good for us.”
Farron pulls me to his chest, my body limp and sated in the afterglow. He holds me close as our racing hearts gradually slow.
Through the swirling haze, I meet the heated gazes of my mates, shining with undisguised love and desire, feasting on the sight of my pleasure-drunk form draped across Farron. Pride and possessiveness radiate through our bond.
Ezryn is the first to move. He cups my cheek. “You’re stunning when you come undone, Petal,” he murmurs, his brown eyes molten. “I could watch you fall apart forever and never tire of it.”
I lean into his touch, a soft smile playing at my lips. “It’s only because of you all. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. Awaken parts of me I didn’t know existed. I’ve never felt safer or more cherished.”
Caspian settles behind me and nuzzles into the crook of my neck. “The feeling is mutual, Princess. You bring out sides of us we’ve kept hidden, parts we feared would never see the light of day. You make us whole.”
Keldarion’s blue gaze shimmers with intensity. He kneels before me, placing his large hands on my thighs, his touch searing my oversensitive skin. “You are the sun that melts the frost.”
I’m overwhelmed by the depth of emotion in Keldarion’s words, by the sheer devotion emanating from my mates. Tears spill down my cheeks, mixing with the beads of sweat on my skin.
Dayton leans in, brushing his lips tenderly over the salty trails. “Don’t cry, love. We’re here. We’ll always be here, by your side, loving you with everything we have.”
I sniffle, though a smile blooms on my face. “I know. And I’ll always be here for all of you. My heart, my soul…they belong to you. Now and forever.”
Farron’s arms tighten around me. “Forever,” he echoes.
The hazy air shimmers with the weight of our declarations, binding us together in ways that transcend the physical.
“Now, as much as I’d love to stay in here,” Caspian says, “I think we all want to see if our little Summer fishy can swim in the icy north.”