“Fare…”
“You are the gladiator High Prince of Summer.” He draws me down to the bed, his chest pressing against mine, legs falling to either side of my hips. “You are as strong as the sun’s first blaze, burning as bright as a wildfire at dusk. A curse-broken high prince. You are made of life and power.”
I kiss him, running my hands through his hair, wanting nothing more than to hold him. Everything that happened today, everything I saw him do… it fucking terrified me. I terrify myself. But I can’t push him away, not when we’re both trapped in this unknown. The only way through is together.
“Use that power on me. I’m not breakable,” Farron gasps against my mouth. “Let me make you feel alive.”
He’s speaking of the Green Flame. But that’s not what makes me feel alive. It’s not the current that runs through my chest when I look at him, searing like the sun, so hot that not even the coldest fucking lake in all the Winter Realm could snuff it out. So when I kiss him, I think of what does make me feel whole and real and deserving of this second life.
Not this strange magic, but his love burning within my heart, brighter than any flame.
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Farron
Power thrums through me, still electrified from its use on thebridge. My body is ablaze. Andoh, nothing feels better than being above him. My Summer Prince, my love, my…creation.
I straighten to get a clearer look at him. We’re lying on the bed, him below me. Dayton’s golden hair cascades around his face. His chest is bare, and there’s not so much as a scar where the arrow pierced him.Perfection.
I lift the edges of my tunic and throw it off, reveling in the deep groan that rumbles through his throat. I tilt my head, a challenge.
My Summer Prince knows me too well—every movement, every expression—and he takes advantage of it. He hooks his legs around my waist and flips us so he’s on top. Our hips grind together as he presses down.
“Feel that, Fare?”
I arch, grinding my own hard cock into his. “Yes.”
“That’s going to be inside you soon.”
I moan at his words, a shiver of anticipation running down my spine. I want him to claim me, to use the full power I gifted him with.
“Then what are you waiting for?” I challenge, voice rough with desire. My fingers dig into his muscular back, urging him closer.
Dayton captures my mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue delves deep, tasting me, claiming me. I open for him eagerly. Our breaths mingle. The kiss turns wild, hungry.
His hands skim over my bare skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. When he grazes my nipples, I arch into his touch with a gasp.
“Here’s what going to happen,” I pant against his lips. “Your hands and mouth on me, your cock stretching me wide. There’s something simmering inside you. Unleash it.”
His pupils blow, and desire flickers through him like a candle. My own body sparks with a similar need.
There have been too many secrets. I’ve told him who I am with my words. Now he needs to discover that with our bodies.
“Quite the request. But I’ve got my own ideas for you too, my wild Autumn Prince.”
Dayton kisses a path down my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse point, then drops lower. When he reaches my pants, he lifts my hips, sliding them off so I’m bare beneath him. My cock is hard, already beading with precum.
“Beautiful,” he says, urging my thighs apart.
Confidence radiates through me. He traces a finger over my entrance, teasing the furled muscle.
“I’m going to open you up slowly,” he promises. “Work you with my fingers until you’re desperate for my cock.”
My heart hammers against my ribs. “Well, get started.”
He presses inside me, and I keen high in my throat, my back bowing off the bed. He works me expertly, crooking his fingers to find that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.
“More,” I demand. “Give me another.”
