Farron grips my shoulders. “Nope, I don’t like that at all.”
“I’m only kidding.”
“I know, but it still makes me want to tear his throat out.”
I shake my head, but my smile turns serious. “It doesn’t bother me if you’re with Dayton, but the thought of you with anyone else—”
Farron places a firm kiss on my lips. “Sweetheart, there is no one in the world for me but you.” He tilts his head back and groans. “And that stupid bag of muscle in the other room.”
“Who we should go see.”
Farron takes my hand, and together, we find the Prince of Summer.
He’slayingouthisarmor on a large table: a beaten gold breast plate and a bronze helmet with the engraved motif of shells. The crest is shaped like waves silhouetted by a sunray. He’s twirling two short swords.
Dayton turns to us, his golden hair loose and tumbling over his shoulders. I feel an overwhelming sense of love through the bond—Farron’s feeling for Day. But it’s not just his. My own burns bright beside it.
Dayton seemed so happy for Farron when he found out about the curse being broken. But does he secretly resent me for being Farron’s mate?
Silence looms in the room, and I feel his heavy gaze. The short swords clatter over the armor as he drops then, then moves toward us.
Dayton cups a hand to my cheek, the other tight on Farron’s shoulder. His turquoise eyes sparkle with an unsaid question.
Farron presses his lips to Dayton’s. As soft as a first kiss, slow, tentative, exploring. Dayton grasps the back of Farron’s neck.
Surprise flickers in his eyes. “This better not be a dream.”
“It’s not, Day,” Farron says. “Nothing will ever part us.”
Dayton swallows, then he turns to me, and a shadow falls over his expression. “And what about you, Blossom?”
Nerves bubble in my stomach. His gaze is so intense, but I force myself to meet it. “Dayton. Daytonales.” I say his true name firmly, proudly. “You are brave and fierce and protective, and I cannot keep away from you any more than the tides can resist the pull of the moon.”
The warmest wave of emotion travels through the bond. But Dayton doesn’t reply.
Oh shit. I’ve gone too far. “Of course, if you want to continue with only Farron, that’s okay, too.” My cheeks burn, and I quickly move toward the exit, not looking at either of them. “And I totally won’t creep in anymore doorways—”
Dayton crosses the room in a flash, and pulls the door shut. He cages me in with his arms.
“You think I’d let you leave?” The scent of sunshine and sea washes over me.
Dayton towers above me, and behind him, Farron has a knowing smirk.
“Rosalina.” Dayton grips my chin. “Look at me.”
I drift my eyes from his chest to meet his striking gaze.
His voice is a rough rasp. “If you’re the tide and I’m the moon, pull me deep into your waves. I want to drown in you.”
Then he kisses me.
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Theroomdisappears,andall 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.
