My eyes shoot open. The fae Prince of Summer is gazing down at me with a predatory grin. “Feel what?”
“The open air on your skin.” Dayton drops one of his hands, but neither Farron nor I move. The top laces of my leather corset dangle between Dayton’s fingers.
“Kel and Ez are going to come back any minute,” I stutter. “They’re going to—”
“Then stop me.” He leans down to kiss me.
His lips are fire, the pressure pushing me against Farron. Dayton draws the string completely out of the front of the corset in a fluid movement. The front falls open, leaving me covered only by the loose cream blouse. A cold wind whips over the newly exposed skin, and my breasts feel heavy and loose without the support of the corset.
“Fucking perfect,” Dayton gleams. “Touch her, Fare.”
Farron lets out a pained sound, but then Dayton grips the Autumn Prince’s hand, moving it over me. Lightly, Farron’s fingers touch the soft skin of my breast.
He lets out a shuddering gasp, and even the briefest contact with him has me clenching my legs shut.
“I know that look,” Dayton says. “Tell me, Blossom, is he hard?”
I gasp as he pushes me against Farron, and yes, his hard cock presses against my ass. Farron groans, his hand slowly moving down my breast.
Breaking branches sound, and we all scramble away from each other as Ezryn and Kel burst through the leaves.
“Anything to report?” Ezryn asks, looking at each of our guilty faces.
Kel’s just staring at us. He doesn’t look mad but… pained. Then I remember he can feel what I do, or at least some version of it.
“Let’s get moving,” Ezryn says. “We have to brief the Princess before the festival.”
Keldarion shakes his head, then turns. “And for stars’ sake, lace your bodice, Rosalina.”
I look down at the shirt Dayton unlaced. Yep, I’m indecent. Without the thick leather holding everything in, my breasts hang loose in the thin fabric.
But when Keldarion wants me to do something, it makes me want to do anything else. “If you want it laced so badly, do it yourself.”
“It seems you are getting used to royal life, with servants dressing you,” he growls. “Do you enjoy being treated like a princess?”
When you’re the one treating me that way,I think. But I shake my head. “Whatever, I can do it—”
But he’s in front of me now, swatting my hands down, and delicately picking up the laces. His fingers are rough and calloused, looping the thread through the eyelets of the corset, stitching it closed. Every brush of his hands against my sensitive skin sends skittering pulses of heat through me, and I clamp my legs shut.
Damn Dayton for starting this all. And damn Keldarion’s hands for feeling so good against my skin.
The other princes move in a semicircle, watching as if in rapture. There’s something predatory in their gazes. Chills run down my spine as if Kel and I are cornered by hungry animals.
Maybe we are.
I take a deep breath, causing my chest to rise. It presses Kel’s hands against the delicate skin of my breasts.
His fingers tremble. “Rosalina,” he says, a warning edge to his voice.
A warning I want nothing more than to ignore, so I tilt my head at him, hair falling over my shoulders.So easy to tear, so easy to rip apart…Words I wish he’d say filter through my mind, and it’s like I can hear his deep voice etching a place within me.Lay you bare and have you here upon the forest floor.
“Move your hair,” he says. One of his fingers dips between the valley of my breasts. I press my thighs together, sensing I’m going to soak through my underclothes.
There’s a heavy presence behind me. Ezryn. “Let me.” A rough, gloved hand caresses my neck as he sweeps my hair away from my face.
Oh stars.Ohhstars. Kel’s gaze shifts from me to Ezryn. It’s like there’s a silent conversation between the two of them. I can’t handle this. I’ve already been pressed between two fae princes today.
I can’t help but let out a soft groan as Kel’s rough fingers delicately touch the last of my exposed skin, tying my corset together.
