Rosalina looks at me. The question wavers in the sweet-scented air. What about us? There hasn’t been a single moment that’s passed where I haven’t thought of how it felt to be inside her. Mate out there or not, there’s no fucking way I can have Rosalina only once.
“What about it, Blossom?” I ask. “I played your game. Socialized. Maybe there’s someone out there I belong to. But in here, all I want is you. Stars above, in this damned flower, let me belong to you.”
Her lip trembles as she looks up at me, then stands. Her gaze quickly passes over Ezryn and Farron, who are watching her just as spellbound as I am.
Rosie reaches behind her back and pulls on a single long ribbon, and in a whoosh of fabric, the dress falls around her ankles. But she’s not naked. A lacy brassiere with a rim of flowers holds her breasts, and hugging her hips is a petticoat with layer upon layer of frills.
Her voice is a breathy rasp as she looks at me and says, “So, make me yours.”
47
Rosalina
It’s selfish to want them all. But as the Summer Prince’s ravenous gaze roams over me, I don’t care. In here, for tonight, we can pretend.
Dayton smirks. “You look so cute, Blossom. I hope our sweet girl is prepared for all the naughty things we’re going to do to her.”
He grabs the frilly band around my waist and tugs me against his chest. “I discovered that even fae wear lingerie,” I say. “Marigold said I might have need of it tonight.”
“Marigold was right.” Dayton shoves his large hand beneath my skirt to cup my wet and aching pussy.
I sigh into the touch, my whole body filling with bliss. “I wasn’t sure I’d get to feel you again.”
Sadness flashes in his eyes, and his lips part.
“As if any of us could refrain from touching you.” Ezryn’s deep voice ripples through me. His gloved hands move the hair off my shoulder, and I lean back against his hard metal body.
“That’s true.” Farron comes to my other side. He runs a hand up my stomach and tugs at the lacy frills of the brassiere. “This is cute, Sweetheart.”
Three of the princes surround me. Somehow, it feels so right. If only there wasn’t a hole in my heart that hasn’t been filled. Something missing. Someone missing.
Dayton’s mouth crashes over mine, and the desperate longing I’ve felt for weeks floods through me. “I need to be inside you,” he murmurs.
I nod, and Ezryn guides us down to the seat. Dayton kneels before me, as Farron works on stripping the Summer Prince of his clothes.
“Are you ready for him, Baby Girl?” Ezryn pulls my knees apart, then slides a hand between my legs.
“Mmm,” I moan. “You took off your gloves.”
“I needed to feel you,” he says. His fingers roughly slide me open, playing across my skin. “You’re so wet. So willing to be filled.”
I whimper and squirm against his teasing. Then the breath goes out of me as I gaze up at Dayton, looking like an ancient carved god. He’s completely naked except for the flower crown on his head.
A longing mewl escapes me as I take him in, the rippling muscles on his chest, the thin trail of hair that dips between his sharp hip bones. And then his cock, throbbing, veins prominent and dripping with pre-cum.
“I did that to you already?” I smirk.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispers.
Something melts inside, and a burst of love at the vulnerability of the words travels through my mind. I know it’s from Farron. He sits across from us, naked, legs spread and stroking his long cock.
“Why are you over there?” I ask.
“I get you every day. I’m going to enjoy the show. For now.”
“She’s ready for us.” Ezryn flips my frilly skirt up to give a full view to the Summer Prince. The Spring Prince stands and begins undoing the laces of his greaves. I watch with eager anticipation as he slides off his armor, revealing only the tight black underclothes.
With strong arms, Ezryn maneuvers me so I’m lying lengthwise on the flower bench, facing up. “Rosalina, are you ready to be pleasured by three fae at once?” he says as he takes a seat behind me and cradles my head in his lap.
I nod, whimpering with anticipation.
Dayton snatches my jaw. “Use your words, Blossom.”
“Yes, I’m yours. I’m all of yours.”
“Good.” Dayton kneels on the bench between my legs. Taking my ankles, he wraps them on either side of his waist, then enters me in a swift movement.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cry out as he drives in deep, my inner walls clenching around his massive cock. My head bounces in Ez’s lap.
“Our cute girl certainly has a naughty mouth,” Dayton says. The pink light of the flower petals casts his hair a rose-gold.
“I could take this outfit off and I wouldn’t be so cute,” I glower.
He slams to the hilt. “You’ll always be cute. But don’t you dare take this off.” His hand slides between my legs to massage my clit.
The muscles in my core tighten and my heart pulses with anticipation.
“Don’t tell me you’re coming already, Rosalina.” Ezryn slips a hand beneath the lace of the brassiere and pinches a taunt nipple.
I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood. “It feels so good.”
“Yeah?” Dayton circles his hips, showcasing how full I am of him. His nimble fingers touch me just the right way.
“Tell us what you like, Baby Girl,” Ezryn says, cupping my entire breast in his large hand.
“You, all of you,” I gasp as the sensation of it sends my body writhing in waves of delicious heat.
“Oh, Blossom,” Dayton groans, throwing his head back as my muscles clench around his cock. I’m so close to the edge.
“Beautiful,” Farron gasps, watching us with wide eyes. “All of you.”
Ezryn puts my head on the bench and reaches forward to grip Dayton around the back of the neck. “Don’t let her come yet.”
“Ez,” I whine. “Please, I—”
Dayton’s lips part, blond hair tangled around his face, then he smirks. “Aye, Daddy.”
Ezryn groans. “Why do you call me that—”
But I only giggle. “He doesn’t hate it as much as he pretends. I want to see how hard you are … Daddy.”
“Rosalina,” Ezryn says, a warning edge to his voice, and a strong hand grips my neck.
All I can do is moan in pleasure, completely and utterly theirs. Dayton stares down at us, then braces himself on the side of the petal and starts to move. Really move.
“Feel it, Rosalina,” Dayton growls. “Because I’m not anywhere close to finished.”
They continue to work me, my breath short gasps as the Spring Prince loosens and tightens his grip on my neck.
“Get on all fours,” Dayton suddenly commands, and I hasten to obey him. It puts me face to face with Ezryn’s lap, and the obvious bulge. “You see that?” Dayton says. “That looks to me like a sorely ignored cock for a waiting mouth.”
I lick my lips and blink up at the Spring Prince. He swears again in the language I don’t understand and works at his lacing before pulling out his cock, thick and steel-hard.
“Damn,” Dayton says, gripping my ass and shoving into me from behind. “That’s a nice cock. If you don’t suck it, I will.”