The door creaks open, and Farron pokes his head in. “Hey, I was looking for you two.”
“Come on in.” Dayton opens his arms.
Farron slinks in and closes the door behind him. He’s wearing the same black undershirt and pants as Dayton and me. Maybe it’s because I’m so used to seeing him always dressed in his finest, with fancy vests embroidered with golden thread or waistcoat made of the softest fabric, or with his gold reading glasses and a glittering cuff adorning one of his ears, but he looks different right now. The black doesn’t suit him, and his hair falls straight in front of his eyes, casting shadows over his face.
He looks from me to Dayton. “Feels like the first chance I’ve had to breathe in days.”
Neither of us respond. We stand there in the comfortable silence, just staring at one another.
Marveling that after so many trials and so much sadness, we’re here. Together.
An invisible string of electricity seems to dart between Farron and Dayton as they hold one another’s gaze. I’d known it from the first moment I saw them together in Dayton’s room. They are in love. A love that goes beyond mate bonds or fate.
“I’m so sorry, Fare,” Dayton breathes. “For everything these last few months. I never want to put you through pain and that’s all I’ve done—”
“No, I’m sorry,” Farron interrupts. “I should never have doubted what I’ve always known in my heart.”
I step toward Farron and grab his hand, pulling him closer to Dayton and me. “Whatever happened in the past has only made us stronger. You, Farron, and you, Dayton, are my mates. Our love was written in the stars. The three of us were meant to be together.”
A smile quirks at the corner of Farron’s lip. “You’re right. We are meant to stay together.” Then he flings himself at Dayton, wraps his arms around his neck, and kisses him with everything he has, full and passionate and reckless. Dayton’s eyes widen in surprise, before he wraps his arms around Farron’s body and melts into him.
Farron breaks away with a fevered look, then roughly grabs me by the back of my neck. I fall against him, kissing him deeply. His hands trail down to grab my ass, and I moan into his mouth. Farron’s touch is more assertive than I’ve felt before, and I’m completely at his mercy.
When Farron pulls away from me, Dayton places a hand on each of our cheeks. His blue eyes shine with desire. “This time will not be like our other times. It is a new beginning for us.”
“Then make love to me, Prince of Summer. You as well, Prince of Autumn. Show me this love,” I breathe.
I pull my black shirt over my head, freeing my breasts. Farron runs his tongue over his front teeth. Then I wiggle out of the tight pants, sliding them and my panties to the floor. The mere sight of their hungry eyes sets me on fire.
“It has been far too long since we shared our woman,” Dayton says.
“Not just our woman, Day. Ourmate,” Farron corrects.
Four hands run over my body, stroking my hair, down my neck, along my collarbone. Dayton lifts one of my breasts, massaging the soft flesh, before holding it up to Farron like an offering. Farron leans his head down, greedily sucking on the nipple.
A whimper trembles out of me, and I arch into their touch.
“Let’s see how wet you are for us,” Dayton whispers in my ear. He slides his finger between my legs and moans. “Doesn’t take much to excite our mate, does it, Farron?”
Farron licks up my nipple to the base of my neck, which he bites. A stinging pain shifts into arousal as he sucks the tender skin. “Her body is a temple, and we are devout worshipers.”
“It’s not fair,” I whine. “The two of you are teaming up on me.”
Dayton pulls his fingers out of my pussy and holds them up to the dim light, admiring the sheen. “Poor Blossom. Are we too cruel to her?”
Farron wraps his lips around Dayton’s fingers and sucks deeply. My breath catches in my throat. Dayton lets out a purely male groan and palms his cock. It strains so much against the tight pants, I can practically see the veins bulging. After Farron has licked Dayton’s fingers clean, he pulls back and says, “If this is cruel, I have no intention of being kind.”
“Me neither.” In a single movement, Dayton grabs my ass and hauls me up into the air.
I let out a giggling scream and wrap my legs around his waist. “What are you doing?”
“Making up for lost time,” he murmurs in my ear before chucking me onto the bed. “Farron, get behind her. I don’t want one inch of our mate not worshiped.”
“My pleasure,” Farron says and quickly yanks off his clothes. I lick my lips, staring at the smooth planes of his chest, the lean muscles that line his legs and at the steel-hard cock that looks all too delicious. He scrambles over to the top of the bed and sits with his back against the headboard. His legs lie out on either side of me.
I turn onto my belly, mouth lolling open unconsciously as I move for his cock.
“Not yet, Blossom.” Dayton grabs my ankles and yanks me back before flipping me over. Farron links his arms under mine and pulls me up so I’m sitting between his legs. His hard cock presses into my back, filled with promises for later.
