“Come here, pup,” I say.
He crosses in two steps, kissing my back and gliding his lips to my neck. Rosie is pinned against the wall. She’s wearing a light tunic and dark leggings. But as my hand drifts between her legs, I realize she’s wet already. “You’re soaking, Baby. Tell me how badly you want this.”
“I need this.” It’s almost like I can sense her desire, and it’s not just for Farron.She wants me, too. They both do.
Farron snakes his hand between us, touching both my aching cock and her wetness. “Can we get to the bed, please?”
We make our way across the room, clothes flying off. Lips caress my body and hands slide over my skin until we land in a tangle of limbs. Rosie kisses me and laughs, the sweetest fucking smile on her face.
I’d kill for that smile.
Stars, I’d burn worlds for it.
“Fare.” I grab him and notice he’s trembling.
Slowly, I sit up on my forearms. His eyes are wide, shining, staring at my chest.
But when you fight a cursed wolf and get shot with arrows tipped with steel from the Spring Realm, well, it leaves a mark.
Or in my case, several.
Gashes crisscross my torso and back, and puckered wounds dot my chest where the arrowheads went through. Rosalina tentatively traces a hand across my flesh.
“These are not sad scars,” she says. “These are marks of your devotion, of your bravery and unyielding courage.”
“But Day—” Farron’s voice cracks. “I hurt you. Hurt you again.”
“Hey now.” I pull him closer to Rosie and I. “Ez was there, it’s all good.”
Ez just about killed himself keeping me alive. Guess I’ll have to lay off the metal jokes for a little while. Did he really think I was so worthy to live? Or was it all his righteous noble heart, the one I’ve made fun of for years? But even the High Prince of Spring’s Blessing has its limits. The scars of a beast still stain my body.
Tears slip down Farron’s cheeks.
“I need to know, are you crying because you hurt me? Or because you have marred the most gorgeous body in the world?”
“You’re such an idiot.” He shakes his head, messy locks of brown hair falling across his brow. “You’ll always be perfect to me.”
“Then stop these tears. If I died for you, it would be the greatest glory of my worthless life.”
I grab his face, pulling him into a fierce kiss, salty with his tears, before he can think too much about my words. Farron murmurs my name, and I roll, pushing him deep into the mattress.
A light kiss over a particularly gruesome scar on my back has me groaning. Blossom. Her mouth grazes along my spine, and she whispers, “Such bravery should be rewarded. What do you think, Farron?”
He gives a roguish smile.
Rosalina taps me on the chest. “Lie down.”
I fall onto the pillows, putting my hands behind my head.
“Take his pants off,” Rosalina orders.
“Damn, I like it when you’re bossy,” I say.
Farron grabs the band of my pants and pulls, revealing my hard cock.
“You both are too clothed.” I gesture to them. Rosalina’s lost her tunic and tights, but she’s still wearing her panties and a light cream chemise. Lucky for me, the fabric is thin enough I can see the pointed tips of her nipples. My breathing becomes ragged at the thought of her breasts in my mouth.
Fare lost his pants and dons a long, loose white shirt. That also needs to go.
