I look at the frosted bracelet on my wrist. I’ll never fall out of love with him. I’ll have this bargain for the rest of my life. But we’ll find a way to make it work.
I’m still trembling, when Kel kisses my temple, slowly moving inside me. His deep, deliberate thrusts cause me to whimper from the overstimulation and the craving for more all at once.
“You thought I was done?” he murmurs against my throat, biting the skin. “Not even close.”
Rosalina licks her lips, hand running along my sweat-soaked stomach. “You can take it, lover.”
I groan, touching her neck, fingers sliding down to her breast. My hips lift to meet every punishing stroke. I’m wrung out, but fuck, he makes me feel alive, like the world could collapse around us and I’d still be here, shaking in his arms, begging for more.
I’m moaning again when Dayton gives a sudden, gasping cry, his hips bucking, body arching off the bed.
Farron’s head emerges from beneath the covers a second later, smug and flushed, his mouth shining.
Dayton drapes an arm over his eyes and laughs breathlessly. “Gods. Remind me to forget everything I ever said about hating to get up early.”
My cock is hard again, pulsing, muscles clenching with each stroke. “Ruin me the way no one else can.”
Kel loses it.
His rhythm falters. His grip tightens. He buries his face in my neck with a raw groan and shatters inside me. I hold him through it, nails dragging down his back, whispering his name.
“Cas,” he breathes. “You feel so good.”
The room is thick with heat and breath and the gentle shifting of bodies. Sheets tangled. Skin slick.
One by one, every gaze turns to her.
Rosalina.
Lying beside me, her hair a mess of curls. Her chest rises and falls in steady anticipation. Ezryn’s eyes are locked on her. Dayton reaches to brush her knee. Farron turns his whole body toward hers.
All of us are looking at her.
Wanting.
“Well, Princess,” I say and drag my lips to her ear. “Tell us all. What do you desire?”
69
Rosalina
The world is quiet in that sharp, electric way it gets before astorm.
Bodies surround me, warm, sweat-slick, rippling with muscle. I can still taste Caspian on my tongue, feel the hum of Ezryn’s touch on my skin, the ghost of Dayton’s moan echoing in my bones. Farron’s lips are swollen. Kel’s chest heaves with the remnants of release.
And every single one of them is looking at me.
Caspian’s mouth is at my ear, his voice low and reverent. “Well, Princess,” he says, dragging a kiss along the shell of it, “tell us all. What do you desire?”
A shiver runs down my spine.
Because they’ll give it to me, whatever I ask. Because in this bed, at this moment, I am theirs. And they are mine.
I take a breath. My fingers curl into the sheets—I need to anchor myself against the storm I’m about to summon.
“Everything,” I whisper.
Ezryn’s hands form fists. Farron makes a sound low in his throat. Dayton sits up, eyes dark, hungry.
