Page 48 of Forged By Malice (Beasts of the Briar #3)

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Rosalina

I t’s selfish to want them all. But as the Summer Prince’s ravenous gaze roams over me, I don’t care. In here, for tonight, we can pretend.

Dayton smirks. “You look so cute, Blossom. I hope our sweet girl is prepared for all the naughty things we’re going to do to her.”

He grabs the frilly band around my waist and tugs me against his chest. “I discovered that even fae wear lingerie,” I say. “Marigold said I might have need of it tonight.”

“Marigold was right.” Dayton shoves his large hand beneath my skirt to cup my wet and aching pussy.

I sigh into the touch, my whole body filling with bliss. “I wasn’t sure I’d get to feel you again.”

Sadness flashes in his eyes, and his lips part.

“As if any of us could refrain from touching you.” Ezryn’s deep voice ripples through me. His gloved hands move the hair off my shoulder, and I lean back against his hard metal body.

“That’s true.” Farron comes to my other side. He runs a hand up my stomach and tugs at the lacy frills of the brassiere. “This is cute, Sweetheart.”

Three of the princes surround me. Somehow, it feels so right. If only there wasn’t a hole in my heart that hasn’t been filled. Something missing. Someone missing.

Dayton’s mouth crashes over mine, and the desperate longing I’ve felt for weeks floods through me. “I need to be inside you,” he murmurs.

I nod, and Ezryn guides us down to the seat. Dayton kneels before me, as Farron works on stripping the Summer Prince of his clothes.

“Are you ready for him, Baby Girl?” Ezryn pulls my knees apart, then slides a hand between my legs.

“Mmm,” I moan. “You took off your gloves.”

“I needed to feel you,” he says. His fingers roughly slide me open, playing across my skin. “You’re so wet. So willing to be filled.”

I whimper and squirm against his teasing. Then the breath goes out of me as I gaze up at Dayton, looking like an ancient carved god. He’s completely naked except for the flower crown on his head.

A longing mewl escapes me as I take him in, the rippling muscles on his chest, the thin trail of hair that dips between his sharp hip bones. And then his cock, throbbing, veins prominent and dripping with pre-cum.

“I did that to you already?” I smirk.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispers.

Something melts inside, and a burst of love at the vulnerability of the words travels through my mind. I know it’s from Farron. He sits across from us, naked, legs spread and stroking his long cock.

“Why are you over there?” I ask.

“I get you every day. I’m going to enjoy the show. For now.”

“She’s ready for us.” Ezryn flips my frilly skirt up to give a full view to the Summer Prince. The Spring Prince stands and begins undoing the laces of his greaves. I watch with eager anticipation as he slides off his armor, revealing only the tight black underclothes.

With strong arms, Ezryn maneuvers me so I’m lying lengthwise on the flower bench, facing up. “Rosalina, are you ready to be pleasured by three fae at once?” he says as he takes a seat behind me and cradles my head in his lap.

I nod, whimpering with anticipation.

Dayton snatches my jaw. “Use your words, Blossom.”

“Yes, I’m yours. I’m all of yours.”

“Good.” Dayton kneels on the bench between my legs. Taking my ankles, he wraps them on either side of his waist, then enters me in a swift movement.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cry out as he drives in deep, my inner walls clenching around his massive cock. My head bounces in Ez’s lap.

“Our cute girl certainly has a naughty mouth,” Dayton says. The pink light of the flower petals casts his hair a rose-gold.

“I could take this outfit off and I wouldn’t be so cute,” I glower.

He slams to the hilt. “You’ll always be cute. But don’t you dare take this off.” His hand slides between my legs to massage my clit.

The muscles in my core tighten and my heart pulses with anticipation.

“Don’t tell me you’re coming already, Rosalina.” Ezryn slips a hand beneath the lace of the brassiere and pinches a taunt nipple.

I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood. “It feels so good.”

“Yeah?” Dayton circles his hips, showcasing how full I am of him. His nimble fingers touch me just the right way.

“Tell us what you like, Baby Girl,” Ezryn says, cupping my entire breast in his large hand.

“You, all of you,” I gasp as the sensation of it sends my body writhing in waves of delicious heat.

“Oh, Blossom,” Dayton groans, throwing his head back as my muscles clench around his cock. I’m so close to the edge.

“Beautiful,” Farron gasps, watching us with wide eyes. “All of you.”

Ezryn puts my head on the bench and reaches forward to grip Dayton around the back of the neck. “Don’t let her come yet.”

“Ez,” I whine. “Please, I—”

Dayton’s lips part, blond hair tangled around his face, then he smirks. “Aye, Daddy.”

Ezryn groans. “Why do you call me that—”

But I only giggle. “He doesn’t hate it as much as he pretends. I want to see how hard you are … Daddy.”

“Rosalina,” Ezryn says, a warning edge to his voice, and a strong hand grips my neck.

All I can do is moan in pleasure, completely and utterly theirs. Dayton stares down at us, then braces himself on the side of the petal and starts to move. Really move.

“Feel it, Rosalina,” Dayton growls. “Because I’m not anywhere close to finished.”

They continue to work me, my breath short gasps as the Spring Prince loosens and tightens his grip on my neck.

“Get on all fours,” Dayton suddenly commands, and I hasten to obey him. It puts me face to face with Ezryn’s lap, and the obvious bulge. “You see that?” Dayton says. “That looks to me like a sorely ignored cock for a waiting mouth.”

I lick my lips and blink up at the Spring Prince. He swears again in the language I don’t understand and works at his lacing before pulling out his cock, thick and steel-hard.

“Damn,” Dayton says, gripping my ass and shoving into me from behind. “That’s a nice cock. If you don’t suck it, I will.”

“Oh, Day,” I moan, clawing at the bench for purchase as he drives deep inside me, hitting my G-spot in spurts of wondrous pleasure. “This cock is all mine.”

I bring my lips down on Ezryn’s length, sucking deeply. Not bothering with teasing, I wrap one hand around the base, sliding and twisting the parts my throat can’t reach. I take on Dayton’s urgency, barely pausing to breathe, my sounds only gurgles and moans.

Ezryn descends to a series of curses, deep breaths echoing from his helm.

“Oh Baby, you have no idea how hot you look sucking cock,” Dayton groans. “Especially with your ass bouncing in this frilly little skirt.”

Then he flips the petticoat up and smacks my ass. I release my mouth from Ezryn’s cock long enough to let out a staggered cry.

“Did you like that, Baby?” Farron calls. “Do you want your ass nice and red?”

I chance a look at my mate, stroking his cock across from us. “That’s a lot of talk for someone so far away.”

“I could paint your ass, too, Fare,” Dayton calls over.

Farron crosses over to us, and Dayton takes his hand off my waist and pulls him into a deep kiss. I feel a gentle tap. “You have the most perfect ass, Sweetheart.”

Languidly, I run my tongue up Ezryn’s cock before flicking my gaze to Farron. “Come closer.”

He walks up to my face. Bracing myself on one arm, I reach out and wrap my other hand around his cock. Farron murmurs something unintelligible before grasping my hair and guiding my mouth back down on Ezryn’s length. I take it greedily.

A low male groan rumbles through Ezryn, and his fingers slide along my spine. “Three cocks, Baby Girl. How does it feel to have us all at your mercy?”

It feels … euphoric. My head is spinning, lust and desire fogging my mind. I swirl the pad of my thumb over the tip of Farron’s cock, and he tugs sharply on my hair. Ezryn tastes delectable, especially knowing how rock-hard I’ve made him, how he loves my lips around his cock …

Day’s fucking me like it’s his sole mission in life to fill me with his cum, fucking me like he’d die without my pussy. Or maybe I’d die without his cock. Either way, I never want him to stop.

Yet, at the same time, I want more. I feel so selfish thinking it, but my thoughts drift across the stars. Keldarion belongs here with us, too.

Gasping, I look up at Ezryn. “It would feel better if you let me come, Daddy.”

His cock twitches. The dark visor of his helm seems to zero in on me, and I can only imagine how intently he’s watching the saliva and pre-cum drip from my mouth.

“You will come when I say so,” he says, voice all hard dominance.

“I’m not done with you,” Dayton says, and he smacks my ass, hard. Then, he braces a foot on the ground to increase to an absolute brutal pace. I scream, tears streaming down my face. But the Spring Prince isn’t done with me. He snatches my chin and tilts his helm. “I think this lovely throat can take it deeper.”

I evaluate the massive size of the Spring Prince’s cock before opening my lips. He knots a hand in my hair, guiding me deeper and deeper. And I take him. He feels so good between my lips, and the delicious, raspy sound he makes only spurs me on.

We find a rhythm, the three of us, as my mouth glides up and down Ezryn’s cock, his fingers knotted in my hair. My Summer Prince pounds in and out of me, my breasts swinging with the momentum, as a light sheen of perspiration grows on my brow. My hand strokes Farron wildly, and he reaches between my legs to massage my clit.

Though Ezryn and Dayton aren’t connected to us with a bond, I feel something building between the four of us. A wave cresting.

And we’re all going to crash down together.

“Come for us, Baby Girl,” Ezryn demands.

A muffled scream erupts from my lips as my orgasm overtakes me in a burst of light. Dayton roars, slamming in hard enough to rattle my whole body, his white-hot seed exploding deep inside me. Farron bursts his pleasure into my palm. At the same time, Ezryn’s cock pulses, as a groan rumbles through him. His grip on my hair is near painful when he spills down my throat.

All of them cum on me, inside me. It feels so good, a deep well of satisfaction flowing within. I’m a sticky mess, but I am theirs. The pleasure doesn’t stop rippling through me, so overwhelming I can barely breathe. My body spasms and clamps down on Dayton’s cock. His male groans telling me he’s feeling this just as intensely as I am.

Moaning, I swallow before looking up at Ezryn with a satisfied grin. He wipes the side of my lips with a tender touch, then, in a voice tinged with annoyance, says, “Someone kiss her for me.”

“Gladly.” Farron grips my face and kisses me deeply.

Dayton bends to layer kisses along my spine, his cock still inside me, as if he’s reluctant to leave. My muscles pulse around him, and I wish I could keep him this close to me forever.

“Holy fuck, Rosie, you look so hot filled with all our cum,” Dayton groans.

My arms start to shake. Dayton slides out of me, leaving his sticky release dripping down my legs. I miss the feeling of him inside me.

“Oh my god,” I moan.

“You’re not done yet,” Dayton says, turning to Farron. “You’re going to eat my cum out of your mate’s pussy while I fuck you.”

Farron and I exchange a look of pure and utter melting for this man. Then we both let out a collective whimper.

“You heard him. Spread those legs,” Ezryn says, all dominance, as he positions me on my back.

Farron lightly kisses my inner thigh. “You smell so good, Sweetheart. Like Day.”

His breath is hot between my legs before he licks me. Then one lick turns into an utter devouring. My overly sensitive pussy begins to throb.

Farron moans against me as Dayton enters him. The Summer Prince’s expression is pure bliss as he drives in and out of my mate. Then he catches my gaze and winks.

Ezryn delicately pushes my brassiere down, freeing my breasts to the chilly air. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, especially when your face is overtaken with pleasure.”

Farron’s tongue moves faster, deeper.

“Every drop,” Dayton pants as he moves. “Get every drop, Pup.”

Farron’s answer is a sigh of ecstasy, his cock already hard again. I writhe on the flower petal, barely able to contain all the sensation.

“Come for us again, Baby Girl.” Ezryn’s nimble fingers work my breasts. “No one can hear you out there. Scream if you want.”

And I do. His words send me over the edge in an explosion of euphoria. Farron moans, and through my blurry vision I see his cock spurt ropes of cum. Dayton pumps once more before roaring and emptying himself again. And Ezryn holds me tight through it all.

I lie in the bliss, wishing the flower could stay closed forever. That I could be theirs forever. And they could be mine.

There is more love within me to give. Deep within my selfish heart, empty spaces echo.