His grip tightens, and he’s silent for a devastating moment.
“Fuck,” he swears under his breath. Then he rips off his gloves, and I see a flash of his large, tawny hands. One seizes my breast, clutching firmly, before tugging on my nipple with his forefinger and thumb. His other hand runs almost reverently up the side of my neck before grasping my hair.
“Gods.” Farron bites his lip, watching us. He keeps my legs tight to his chest. “Like this, Ez?”
Ezryn tilts his head up. “I’ve got her. You don’t have to hold back.”
“You’ve been holding back?” I gasp.
“Only a little.” He gives a rueful smile. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“She’s not a delicate human.” Ezryn gives a sharp tug on my hair, as if to prove a point. “She’s a powerful fae. She’s shown us that much.”
“What do you think, Rosie? Ready?” Farron asks.
“Yes. Yes, Farron.”
Farron pulls out of me completely before slamming deep. And his speed—I can barely comprehend it, almost a blur as it sends my body into a new high.
I scream, not caring if anyone hears, and grasp out behind me, my sweaty palms sliding down Ezryn’s armor.
“Do you like that, Petal?” Ezryn lets out a growl, pulling my back against his chest, so I’m a V between them. “Do you enjoy having your pussy ravaged?”
Tears of pleasure run down my cheeks, my core tightening, tightening, tightening.
“Use your words,” Farron says, the commanding voice of a High Prince. He pounds deeply into places I didn’t even know could be touched. I feel my inner walls clenching around his long cock.
“Yes, yes, I do,” I babble. “Farron, Ez, I’m—”
“Come for us, Baby Girl.” Ezryn lowers his head to my shoulder, and I feel the cool press of his helmet against my cheek.
My orgasm crashes through me, vibrating my entire body from my face to my toes. I sense Farron’s own hot release, emptying deep.
Ezryn holds my shaking form as I come down from the high. He lowers me gently to the table and brushes loose pieces of hair away from my brow.
“Aren’t you glad you came to check on us?” I ask dreamily.
“Very,” he says.
“Why were you here, Ez?” Farron says, pulling up his pants. “Not that I’m complaining.”
“I’m leaving for Spring tomorrow,” Ezryn says. He turns to Farron and ruffles his hair. “Meet me in the training grounds this afternoon. We’ve got time for one more lesson. Let’s see if you can be as quick a learner at magic as you are at pleasuring our girl.”
3
Keldarion
Now, this is the last place I expected to find you. I take a deep breath. The air in the Queen’s Sanctum is stale and musty. The small chapel lies at the very back of Castletree and has been entirely unused since the four of us took reign here.
And yet, something took me down these forgotten halls during my search for Ezryn.
Sure enough, he kneels beneath the Shrine of the Queen, a stone statue of a faceless woman, one hand extended to the sky, the other to the earth.
It used to be common practice to spend quiet moments of meditation in the Sanctum, to offer gratitude for the joys in one’s life or to shed one’s worries into the void. Though the Queen created the Vale, she also abandoned it five hundred years ago. My thanks and concerns are no better heard by the Queen than they are by that slab of stone carved in her memory.
It’s a simple room, the Sanctum, small and almost cramped compared to the other sprawling chambers of Castletree. The walls and floor are made of wood, the ceiling lush with branches filled with green leaves and hanging ivy. It would be considered beautiful if it weren’t for the briars and bits of rubble.
Four giant stained-glass windows let in a stream of multicolor light. The rain has finally passed.
I kneel beside Ezryn, bowing my head before the statue.
Ezryn quirks his helm toward me. “You don’t have to join me. I know how you feel about the Queen.”
“I haven’t seen you in here in decades. Maybe you’ve remembered something I’ve forgotten.”
“Unfortunately, no.” Ezryn sits on his heels. The light from the stained glass paints his armor in red, blue, yellow, green, and purple. I find myself drawn to the swirling colors. It’s not often I get to see Ezryn bathed in light. “The Queen is as silent as ever,” he continues.
“And why is it now that you’ve come for her wisdom after all these years?” I raise a brow.