I am undone by my love for you. The words filter through my mind. Our souls are so close together, even my thoughts are plagued by his voice.
Our bodies are so close, touching and not touching, together and not. A burst of rageful lust sweeps through me as I stare at what should be mine. He grips his cock harder and pumps. “I am at my edge.”
I stay overtop of him, my fingers returning to my pulsing slit. “Come with me, Keldarion.”
His breathing becomes ragged. “Where?”
“Cover me,” I say lowly. “Paint me with your desire. Mark me and let me be yours, just for this one night.”
My words seem to alight him. His chest heaves, and our skin nearly touches. “Rose,” he rasps. A primal heat shudders through me as my hand feverishly rubs my clit. And I feel it, not just my own orgasm rising inside but his.
He roars, body arcing with the power of his release as spurts of cum cover my body. I cry out, my orgasm wracking me like a star shower. A delicious satisfaction shivers up my spine as I revel in the heat of his load dripping off my skin. I bat my eyes, trying to come back to reality.
Kel lies beneath me, blinking and panting. My heart rises. I did that. I did that for my mate. Our bond pulses between us with its own heartbeat.
I need more of him, all of him.
I lower onto my forearms, still not touching but a breath away.
“I can’t do this halfway devotion,” I whisper across his lips. “Kiss me, Kel. Kiss me and claim me and—”
He pushes against my chest. “Get out.”
I fall onto the mattress. “W-what?”
He gets up and strides to the attached privy. I hear water running and then a wet towel is chucked at my head. Angrily, I wipe his arousal from my skin.
“Return to your room.” He comes out in loose trousers, his hair tied back into a knot at the base of his neck. He looks so fucking delicious, I want to scream.
“You can’t be serious.” I cross my arms and glower at him. “You can’t pretend you didn’t like that.” I gesture to my boobs, splattered with his desire only seconds ago. “I fucking felt it.”
He intakes a breath. He knows what I mean. Not just our mutual pleasure, but the desire that sparked through our bond. Not only desire. Love. There was love there.
He grabs my nightdress and throws it at me. It hits me like a slap in the face. A knot forms in my stomach as I pull it on. “You are serious.”
The mattress dips as he sits. The usual fury in his face when talking about this is gone. Instead, he just looks exhausted. “You know where I stand, Rose,” he says, voice a gruff rasp. “I wouldn’t bed you if my last breath depended on it.”
I storm to the doorway. “I’m sorry I’m such an inconvenience to you, High Prince. I didn’t choose this bond. If I could, I’d rip it out of my heart.”
He buries his head in his hands. “I only wish that you could.”
A lump settles in my throat, and my eyes water. “Fine. See what I care, Keldarion. If you hate me so much, I’ll go be with someone who actually wants me.”
I slam his door and march out to the middle of the living area. I know I should go to bed. I know that nothing good happens after two a.m. But I want to keep my promise: someone else does want me.
I head to the Summer Prince’s bedroom.
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 fa?ade. 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.”