I desperately search for words through the euphoric sensation. “How do you know that, Tin Man? You’re always covered in metal.”
“It’s my helm I can’t remove,” he says flatly. “Not everything else.”
My eyes shoot open, and jealousy spikes through me at the thought of him with anyone else. Though of course I know he has been. I give an involuntary yelp as this new position slides me closer to the edge of the table.
Ezryn grabs my shoulders, holding me steady, his gloved hands rough and so close to my exposed breasts.
I know he’s not mine, not the way Farron is, or even Kel. I can’t keep the Prince of Spring, but still I cry out, “Ezryn, touch me.”
His grip tightens, and he’s silent for a devastating moment.
“Fuck,” he swears under his breath. Then he rips off his gloves, and I see a flash of his large, tawny hands. One seizes my breast, clutching firmly, before tugging on my nipple with his forefinger and thumb. His other hand runs almost reverently up the side of my neck before grasping my hair.
“Gods.” Farron bites his lip, watching us. He keeps my legs tight to his chest. “Like this, Ez?”
Ezryn tilts his head up. “I’ve got her. You don’t have to hold back.”
“You’ve been holding back?” I gasp.
“Only a little.” He gives a rueful smile. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“She’s not a delicate human.” Ezryn gives a sharp tug on my hair, as if to prove a point. “She’s a powerful fae. She’s shown us that much.”
“What do you think, Rosie? Ready?” Farron asks.
“Yes. Yes, Farron.”
Farron pulls out of me completely before slamming deep. And his speed—I can barely comprehend it, almost a blur as it sends my body into a new high.
I scream, not caring if anyone hears, and grasp out behind me, my sweaty palms sliding down Ezryn’s armor.
“Do you like that, Petal?” Ezryn lets out a growl, pulling my back against his chest, so I’m a V between them. “Do you enjoy having your pussy ravaged?”
Tears of pleasure run down my cheeks, my core tightening, tightening, tightening.
“Use your words,” Farron says, the commanding voice of a High Prince. He pounds deeply into places I didn’t even know could be touched. I feel my inner walls clenching around his long cock.
“Yes, yes, I do,” I babble. “Farron, Ez, I’m—”
“Come for us, Baby Girl.” Ezryn lowers his head to my shoulder, and I feel the cool press of his helmet against my cheek.
My orgasm crashes through me, vibrating my entire body from my face to my toes. I sense Farron’s own hot release, emptying deep.
Ezryn holds my shaking form as I come down from the high. He lowers me gently to the table and brushes loose pieces of hair away from my brow.
“Aren’t you glad you came to check on us?” I ask dreamily.
“Very,” he says.
“Why were you here, Ez?” Farron says, pulling up his pants. “Not that I’m complaining.”
“I’m leaving for Spring tomorrow,” Ezryn says. He turns to Farron and ruffles his hair. “Meet me in the training grounds this afternoon. We’ve got time for one more lesson. Let’s see if you can be as quick a learner at magic as you are at pleasuring our girl.”
3
Keldarion
Now, this is the last place I expected to find you.I take a deep breath. The air in the Queen’s Sanctum is stale and musty. The small chapel lies at the very back of Castletree and has been entirely unused since the four of us took reign here.
