Farron turns, hair tangled, eyes glassy. “Stay, Ez.”
“Come on, Ez, listen to the girl. Charm her.” I smirk at him. “Tell her, ‘Let me fill you with my pollen’, or some such Spring poetry.”
Of course, I can’t see his expression, but I feel like he’s rolling his eyes. He curses something in a dialect of Spring that I don’t understand, then presses his palm against the outside petals. They ripple and the top closes in tighter around us.
Rosalina looks at me. The question wavers in the sweet-scented air. What about us? There hasn’t been a single moment that’s passed where I haven’t thought of how it felt to be inside her. Mate out there or not, there’s no fucking way I can have Rosalina only once.
“What about it, Blossom?” I ask. “I played your game. Socialized. Maybe there’s someone out there I belong to. But in here, all I want is you. Stars above, in this damned flower, let me belong to you.”
Her lip trembles as she looks up at me, then stands. Her gaze quickly passes over Ezryn and Farron, who are watching her just as spellbound as I am.
Rosie reaches behind her back and pulls on a single long ribbon, and in a whoosh of fabric, the dress falls around her ankles. But she’s not naked. A lacy brassiere with a rim of flowers holds her breasts, and hugging her hips is a petticoat with layer upon layer of frills.
Her voice is a breathy rasp as she looks at me and says, “So, make me yours.”
47
Rosalina
It’s selfish to want them all. But as the Summer Prince’s ravenous gaze roams over me, I don’t care. In here, for tonight, we can pretend.
Dayton smirks. “You look so cute, Blossom. I hope our sweet girl is prepared for all the naughty things we’re going to do to her.”
He grabs the frilly band around my waist and tugs me against his chest. “I discovered that even fae wear lingerie,” I say. “Marigold said I might have need of it tonight.”
“Marigold was right.” Dayton shoves his large hand beneath my skirt to cup my wet and aching pussy.
I sigh into the touch, my whole body filling with bliss. “I wasn’t sure I’d get to feel you again.”
Sadness flashes in his eyes, and his lips part.
“As if any of us could refrain from touching you.” Ezryn’s deep voice ripples through me. His gloved hands move the hair off my shoulder, and I lean back against his hard metal body.
“That’s true.” Farron comes to my other side. He runs a hand up my stomach and tugs at the lacy frills of the brassiere. “This is cute, Sweetheart.”
Three of the princes surround me. Somehow, it feels so right. If only there wasn’t a hole in my heart that hasn’t been filled. Something missing.Someonemissing.
Dayton’s mouth crashes over mine, and the desperate longing I’ve felt for weeks floods through me. “I need to be inside you,” he murmurs.
I nod, and Ezryn guides us down to the seat. Dayton kneels before me, as Farron works on stripping the Summer Prince of his clothes.
“Are you ready for him, Baby Girl?” Ezryn pulls my knees apart, then slides a hand between my legs.
“Mmm,” I moan. “You took off your gloves.”
“I needed to feel you,” he says. His fingers roughly slide me open, playing across my skin. “You’re so wet. So willing to be filled.”
I whimper and squirm against his teasing. Then the breath goes out of me as I gaze up at Dayton, looking like an ancient carved god. He’s completely naked except for the flower crown on his head.
A longing mewl escapes me as I take him in, the rippling muscles on his chest, the thin trail of hair that dips between his sharp hip bones. And then his cock, throbbing, veins prominent and dripping with pre-cum.
“I did that to you already?” I smirk.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispers.
Something melts inside, and a burst of love at the vulnerability of the words travels through my mind. I know it’s from Farron. He sits across from us, naked, legs spread and stroking his long cock.
“Why are you over there?” I ask.
