Rosalina
Is this really happening? A sly grin crawls up Farron’s face, andhewinksat me. A shiver runs down my spine. I am in a tiny steaming hut with five ridiculously hot men and possibly about to be thrown in an icy lake.
“This game shouldn’t be difficult with all of you,” Ezryn says. “You look at Rosalina and explode.”
“Come on, Ez, give me a little credit.” Dayton smirks. “I get equally hard for my Autumn leaf.”
Dayton throws his legs over either side of Farron’s hips and lowers until he’s sitting on Farron’s lap, facing him.
“What are you doing?” Farron grumbles. “You’re crushing me?—”
His complaint turns to a moan as Dayton kisses him. Farron’s almost completely blocked from my view, and all I can make out are the powerful muscles in Dayton’s back pulsing. Then Farron’s hand scraping along the sweat-slick skin, reaching lower and lower until he grasps Dayton’s towel and throws it off.
“Oh,” I gasp, staring at Dayton’s wonderful ass.
“Like what you see, Petal?” Ezryn grabs my thigh.
“Ez…” I warn.
He raises a devious brow. “Just curious to see how far I can push you before you take a swim.”
“You wouldn’t!” I grab his arm.
His hand drifts higher, calloused palm sweeping my inner thigh. “The thought of you standing naked in the snow, nipples perked to the cold… I’m intrigued. Don’t worry, baby girl. I’ll warm you up after.”
And with that, the Spring Prince runs his fingers along my center. “Give me a chance, Ez.”
“I’ll start slow.” With featherlight touches, he strokes my entrance, sending vibrations of pleasure throughout me.
Caspian eyes us with a sly smile before turning to Kel. “What’s with the grumpy face, Kel? Don’t be jealous because the Summer Prince kissed me.”
“I’m not jealous,” Keldarion says.
“Not even a little?” Caspian quirks his head, disappointed.
“No. Because no one can kiss you like I can.” Keldarion yanks Caspian to his lap, then brings his mouth to Caspian’s throat.
I crane my neck, trying to see more of them through the thick steam. Kel sinks his teeth into Caspian’s skin, making him arch his back and let out a low moan. Kel’s hands glide down to Cas’s waist until he gets to the towel and tugs it off.
Caspian’s beautiful cock is rock hard, curving at the right angle to rub against Kel’s chest, solid with muscle and covered in a thick thatch of dark hair. My core tightens, and I arch against Ezryn’s hand.
“That’s it,” Ezryn says, slipping a finger inside me. “Keep watching them.”
“Oh fuck, Kel,” says Caspian, who’s grinding his cock into Kel’s pecs like his life depends on it. “You’re trying to make me lose.”
“I would take great pleasure throwing you in that lake myself.” He snatches Cas’s chin and drags him into a passionate kiss.
Cas’s worry about the contest seems to fade, and he wraps his arms around the Winter Prince’s shoulders, melting into him.
Another hand tugs my leg, and I have to wave a thick cloud of steam away from my face before I see a shock of auburn hair.
“Mind if I cut in, Ez?” Farron says from his position, kneeling on the floor.
“Be my guest.” Ezryn removes his finger, then yanks my fluffy white towel off.
Farron’s pupils blow to black. He licks his lips. “You’re so perfect, Rosalina.”
Tilting my chin, I look down at myself. The sheen of sweat covers my body, leaving every curve glistening. I run my hands along my breasts, feeling Ezryn’s gaze following the movement. Then I push them together and peer at him from under my lashes, pouting my lips a little. “They’re so slippery from the heat. Anything could slide right in.”
