“Fuck,” Rosalina gasps. “That is a nice cock.”
“There’s such a naughty mouth on you sometimes.” Ezryn shoves a finger into her mouth.
“But you have to agree,” Rosalina mumbles, saliva running from her lips as she sucks Ezryn’s finger. “It is a nice cock.”
Ezryn tilts his helm at me. “That it is.” He drags his hand down her stomach, then rubs her clit. “And one day, he’s going to fill you with it. Would you like that, Baby Girl?”
She whimpers something, eyes fluttering closed as she grinds faster and faster on his leg, gripping his arms as he works her. “Yes. Both of you.”
He chuckles lightly. “Perhaps.”
The thought of truly having her, of sharing her with my brother, sends me nearly over the edge. And I may not be able to touch her, but I can feel her—the waves of her pleasure cresting higher and higher.
“Kel,” she whimpers, sensing my urgency, eyes wide. “Over me. Over us.”
I grit my teeth, pace increasing as I angle myself. Roaring, my release explodes from my cock, splattering over her.
Rosalina cries out, body writhing as Ezryn works her clit in circles. Her pleasure erupts around him. Her fingers grasp his armor for purchase, and I watch her sigh with ecstasy before she falls boneless in his arms.
“Magnificent,” I say. “Both of you.”
After we clean up, we take an early supper, where Rosalina practically falls asleep at the table. I’m not sure where Farron and Dayton are, but my connection with the former lets me know he’s all right. Content, even. They must be together.
As we push away the last of the supper, Ezryn scoops up Rose in his arms.
“I’ll have her sleep in my room tonight,” I decide, unwilling to be parted from her, knowing she will leave for Spring in the morning.
Ezryn nods and we head through the halls to the Winter Wing.
“Tell me it wasn’t just us who enjoyed that.” I bump his shoulder with my own.
Ezryn gives a light chuckle, handing Rosalina over to me. “I am a man of flesh beneath this armor. She is not so easy to resist.”
I place a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve always trusted you with my life, but now I trust you with my heart as well. You’ll keep her safe in the Spring Realm.”
Ezryn nods. “It’s almost night. I plan to clear the Briar before I depart tomorrow.”
I don’t remove my hand. “Stay with us.”
He tilts his gaze down to Rosie, who nuzzles into my arms. “You may stay a man at night, but her touch will not stop my change.”
“Why should it matter? The bed is large enough for us all.” At his silence, I continue, “If I was granted one wish, it would be that you were her mate, as well.”
He laughs as if the concept is ridiculous. “Come on, Kel. I thought we stopped wishing on the stars when we were children.”
Ezryn steps down the main staircase, then pauses. “Kel, you know the bargain you made? It mentions giving in to your own pleasure. However, it doesn’t mention anything about giving to another.”
“What are you saying?”
“I watched Caspian at the party. The bargain takes no heed of your lover’s release … If you feel you could restrain yourself.”
“I could touch her.”
He only nods his head, then descends the stairs.
65
Dayton
It feels like even the castle is tiptoeing around. Not only have the staff hidden away, but the bits of magic that lace through the wings—a breeze rustling the leaves in the hall or the smell of a campfire with no origin—have disappeared.
Castletree is disappointed in us.
And I can’t blame it.
But I’m an idiot who doesn’t like to leave anything alone, so I find myself wandering down the leaf-strewn hallway to the library. Even in the corridor, I hear his voice.
“Useless! Stupid, stupid! Arg!” A crash sounds, and I heave in a breath before pushing open the doors.
Farron’s hunched over a table, papers and books spread before him. His hair is stuck to his forehead, eyes wild, clothes wrinkled.
He doesn’t even look up when I walk over to his table.
“What is all this?” I murmur. There are open books on everything from botany to fables to human culture.
“It’s nothing!” Farron shouts, chucking a book across the room. He digs his hands into his hair. “It’s all fucking useless. I’m the High Prince of Autumn and I can’t figure anything out.”
“Tell me what you’re trying to do,” I say slowly, sternly.