I can’t find the words to respond, nor can I truly move. I’m captured between them, my body the vessel for their pleasure. My voice is a mixture of moans and cries.
“Can you feel my cock, Fare?” Dayton growls. “I can feel yours.”
“Fuck yes,” Farron breathes.
Dayton’s pace quickens. “We’re going to fill you so full of cum. You’ll be dripping with both our seed. Do you like the thought of that, Blossom? Your legs are soaked.”
“Yes, Day,” I manage. Waves of pleasure course through me. At every crest, it feels like I’m falling, but one of them is always there to catch me.
Farron and Dayton’s arms reach for each other over the topof me. Now, I don’t know where they end, and I begin. I don’t think I ever want to know.
My wave crests to its full height. Both of their cocks ram into me with fevered intensity, and my voice becomes a broken scream. I can’t hold on any longer. I’m falling into oblivion.
Time seems to pause for one moment, and I become acutely aware of everything. The safety of being trapped within their arms. The smell of Dayton in front of me: that sea salt and musk that never leaves him even after he’s bathed. The familiar rhythm of Farron’s breath that has lulled me to sleep no matter where I am. The pleasurable ache inside of me as my body becomes a home for my mates.
“Come with me,” I breathe, and I know instantly that they will.
Pleasure erupts within me, and both of them roar out my name. Everything outside of us ceases to exist. There is only the pleasure of this single, glorious moment.
Cum pours into my entrances, filling me to the brink of fullness. My eyes roll to the back of my head and stars explode across my vision.
My wave crests down. Both of my mates still remain inside of me, panting.
Then, Dayton laughs. “I fucking love you both.”
“I love you both, too,” Farron says.
I kiss Dayton, then twist my neck to find Farron’s lips. “This love,” I breathe, “is eternal.”
CHAPTER 106
Farron
Dayton and Rosalina’s laughter drifts over to me. I open the door from the attached privy to the bedchamber to see them still lying together, tangled in the sheets. I give a soft smile. They look so happy, their love finally blossomed in the way it was always meant to.
After our lovemaking, both of them washed up and immediately returned to bed, just happy to be in each other’s arms. I excused myself to wash up, as well. They’re waiting for me to return.
I click the door shut and take a staggering breath. Placing my hands on either side of the sink, I look into the mirror.
Who is it that’s looking back at me?
Itlookslike me. Auburn hair. Thick brows. Same bone structure. But something’s different.I’mdifferent.
There’s more to me than there ever has been before. The weakness is gone. The man looking back at mefeelsstrong. Powerful.
Capable of doing what he must.
The corner of my lip curls up as the gold in my eyes flickers into flecks of green. Powerful energy washes over me, and pieces of me seem to drift away, nothing but motes of dust in a sunbeam. This energy … it’s originating frominsideof me.
The privy begins to dissolve, falling away like ash. I stumble away from the mirror. The ground falls out from beneath my feet, and suddenly I’m floating in a black sky. There are no stars, only huge chunks of rock whizzing past. I whirl in a circle, trying to place myself. A landmark catches my gaze.
A giant emerald throne floating in the air before me.
A man sits upon it, leaning an elbow against his knee. I know this man, this not-quite-fae. A familiar smile carves up his face—familiar because it’s the same one on mine.
“Steady, Farron, Autumn-blood,” he says, voice radiating from all around me. “There is much work ahead.”
I blink and stumble backward. The sky disappears, the privy returning to me. I lose my footing and smack against the wall.
