With a groan, he sinks into me in one smooth thrust. I cry out at the exquisite stretch, my walls clenching around him. He stills for a moment, letting me adjust, before starting a slow, deep rhythm.
Farron kneels behind Dayton, his hands skimming over the planes of Dayton’s back. “You two are so beautiful together,” he says. “I could watch this forever.”
He grips Dayton’s hips and positions himself at his entrance once more. With a swift thrust, he sheathes himself inside Dayton.
Farron sets an unyielding pace, each powerful movement driving Dayton deeper into me. It’s almost too much—the stretch, the fullness, the searing pleasure that builds with every snap of their hips. I’m lost to it. My world narrows to the blissful slide of Dayton’s cock and the electric pulses of ecstasy sparking through our bond.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” Farron pants, sweat beading on his brow as he pounds into Dayton. “Rosalina, you look so beautiful right now.”
“I know she does.” Dayton drops his head to my shoulder, his breath hot against my skin. “Rosie, you’re so soft. So perfect.”
I cling to Dayton, my nails raking down his back as I match his thrusts. The coil in my core winds tighter and tighter.
“I’m so close,” I gasp, my voice breathy and strained. “Please, don’t stop.”
Farron reaches around to rub tight circles on my clit, the added stimulation pushing me to the edge. “Come for us, sweetheart,” he commands. “Let us feel you.”
His words are my undoing. With a broken cry, I shatter, my walls clamping down on Dayton’s cock as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over me. I feel Dayton’s rhythm falter, his body tensing above me.
“Shit, Rosie… I can’t…” He buries his face in the crook of my neck, muffling his moans as his own release overtakes him. He spills inside me, his cock pulsing, prolonging my orgasm until I’m boneless and spent beneath him.
Farron’s thrusts grow erratic, chasing his own pleasure. He leans over Dayton’s back, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his shoulders. “You’re fucking good,” he growls. “I’m going to fill you up, Day. Mark you as mine.”
With a final, powerful thrust, Farron buries himself deep inside Dayton and stills, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as his climax crashes over him. His fingers dig into Dayton’s hips hard enough to bruise as he spills his release, cum running over Dayton’s thighs.
For a long moment, we remain locked together, a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs and heaving chests, pulses slowing. The air is heavy with the musky scent of sex and something deeper—our bond. Our mate bond. I feel like I can almost see it floating around us, not just entangling me and Day and Fare…but something else. I try to sort through the haze in my mind. It’s all around them too.
Farron is the first to move, pulling out of Dayton with a hiss. Dayton collapses beside me, spent and sated, his eyes soft with adoration as they meet mine. I reach out to brush a damp lock of hair from his brow, my heart overflowing.
“I love you both,” I whisper, the words carrying the weight of everything we’ve been through.
“We love you too, Rosie,” Dayton says. He cups my cheek, thumb caressing my skin.
“See?” Farron says. “Dayton is still himself. Remember what you told me in Florendel, Day?”
“Remind me.”
“Farron’s always right.”
“Can’t argue with that,” I say. And it’s the truth. Dayton is himself, as golden as the sun.
“Yeah, yeah,” Dayton mumbles, his words sleepy.
Farron settles on my other side, muscular arms encircling my waist and pulling me back against his chest. He presses a kiss to my shoulder, his breath warm. “You two are mine,” he says. “Forever.”
22
Keldarion
Astride Arktos, the massive reindeer gifted to me by theKryodian Riders, I patrol the grounds within Keep Wolfhelm. Once, this keep bustled with activity: traders from other realms, staff carrying out daily work, noble visitors come to meet with my parents. Now, it feels empty. Traders don’t make the journey. Many of the staff have left for other Winter cities. And I don’t exactly get a lot of guests.
The weight of Arktos’s stride mirrors the heaviness in my chest. The air bites, sharp and cold, but I barely feel it; I’ve grown numb to Winter’s unrelenting chill. Or perhaps I’ve just grown numb.
Beside me, Eirik Vargsaxa rides his moose, the animal’s antlers adorned with silver caps that catch what little light filters through the overcast sky. Eirik, the leader of Winter’s legendary Kryodian Riders, has proven himself a reliable steward. Though isn’t that what I once said about Perth Quellos? No one can be trusted, not truly.
There’s an unmistakable tension in his voice as he speaks. “The walls are strong, High Prince, but the rest of Frostfang is vulnerable. If the Below chooses an all-out assault as they didagainst Coppershire or Hadria, Keep Wolfhelm may hold, but the people outside will be defenseless.”
The people outside. I cast a look to the wall that surrounds the keep—a colossal structure of ice and stone, shimmering under the dull gray sky. My parents built it after their failed attempt to retrieve the rose from the Below. It was their way to shield Keep Wolfhelm from Sira’s retaliation. But what good is a shield that only protects the few?
