Caspian obeys, slowing to an agonizing rhythm. Every part of him is an experience, from the ribbed veins to the slick head. “You feel so good against me, Fare.”
“I think we can get deeper,” I challenge, gazing at him from over Rosalina’s shoulder.
He raises a brow. “Together?”
I nod.
At the same time, we drive into our mate, hitting deep against her walls, stretching her out in the most delicious way. She trembles, tears shining at the corners of her eyes.
“Yes, oh god,” she whimpers.
I reach up and cup her face. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart, taking both our cocks. Do you like being filled by us?”
She nods, and I pull her down to my lips, kissing her, tongue slipping inside her mouth. The angle spears our cocks deeper until her walls are pressing Cas’s and my cocks so tight against each other, I think I might explode into pure bliss.
She is fire and silk and sunshine between us—and I will worship her like this until the stars burn out.
71
Rosalina
I’ve never felt this full.
Every nerve is alight, every breath shallow, and every thought—what little I can hold on to—is tangled in the overwhelming sensation of them.
Farron lies beneath me, his auburn hair fanned against the sheets, eyes glazed with pleasure. He grips my thighs, grounding me as I rock against him. He’s deep, all burning Autumn heat and reverent touch, whispering my name like a prayer.
And goddamn…behind me is Caspian.
Caspian, kneeling, wild and wicked and unhinged, his hands braced on my hips as he thrusts into me from behind.
I can’t describe it. The stretch. The pressure. The sensation of being claimed.
And the way they react to each other?
Devastating.
A low groan slips from Farron’s lips as he grinds upward, Cas’s thrust sending both of us spiraling.
“Fuck,” Cas pants, voice ragged. “You both feel so good.”
“Such a pretty cock,” Farron bites out, his fingers digging into my thighs as his hips stutter. “In Rosie’s pretty pussy.”
The sound they make together, lost in me, nearly undoes me completely.
I try to speak, to moan, to beg them not to stop, but all I can manage is a broken whimper. My arms tremble, shoulders burning, but I can’t move. Can’t think. Not with the way they’re filling me—grinding against each other inside me, drawing out every ounce of sensation I didn’t know I had.
And all around us, the others watch.
Ezryn kneels at the edge of the bed, his jaw clenched. Dayton has drool running down the corner of his mouth, eyes locked on where we’re joined. Keldarion is still, his hand tight at the base of his cock.
None of them touch me.
Not yet.
They watch. And god, I love it.
I love being open and taken, filled and treasured, loved and ruined in front of them.
