But Dayton doesn’t stop. He grits his jaw and fucks harder. And Farron stares at me, mouth gaping, and he shouts, “Rosalina!”
His load explodes upward, steaming cum shooting over his chest.
“Fuck!” Dayton yells, and I can tell by the look on his face, he’s shooting his hot load into Farron.
Scrambling backward, my cheeks flush with heat. “I-I’m sorry!” I cry. “I didn’t mean to interrupt!”
I sprint out of the room, desperate to put some space between us. Because all I can think about is Farron coming with my name on his lips.
Air.Ineedcoldair right now. I push open the castle door and stumble into the gardens, heaving in the late autumn breeze. Night’s chill wafts over me as the sun spends its dying waves, glistening over the thorns that tangle among the hedges. Evenings like this bring out the smells of life, rich with decay and growth alike.
Farron and Dayton are lovers. I press myself against the castle wall, needing to feel something solid. The image of them won’t leave my mind. Two perfect sweat-slick bodies tangled together, the adoration in which they’d stared at each other…
My fingers delicately press against my chest, lighting me aflame. I’m overwhelmed by the sensations that Dayton had evoked as he drove his huge cock into Farron, looking at me the whole time. The shuddering sighs Farron made as his pleasure exploded like a geyser, erupting across his chest.Rosalina.Was that really my name he called out?
A scorching ember ignites within me. My core tightens and my thighs quiver. What would have happened if I stayed? If I surrendered to the temptation? My hands roam beneath my top, undoing the laces and caressing my aching breasts as I replay the image of Dayton and Farron in my mind. My other hand snakes beneath my skirt and grazes lightly at my sopping panties. Waves of pleasure flow through me as my lips part in ecstasy.
An intoxicating sensation spreads like wildfire through my body. I inhale, and an unyielding force wraps around my ankles. Two thorny vines entangle my legs in their grasp.That’s strange.The sensation is thrilling and foreign, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. My nipples become erect, and I cup my breasts, pushing my head back against the wall, letting out a small sigh of pleasure. I’ve never realized sex could be like that. The two of them had been on a different plane of existence. Are they in love?
My fingers glide between my legs, exploring the wetness. The vines wrap tightly around my thighs, coaxing me closer to the edge of pleasure. Images of Farron and Dayton flood my mind, the way they moved together with such animalistic passion. Farron’s hands gripping Dayton’s hair, pulling him closer as their lips fuse together in a fervent kiss that makes me burn with desire. Farron had kissed Dayton like Dayton was the sun and he needed every bit of him to survive. I want to be kissed like that.
Sharp pain cuts my swift moving hand, and my eyes shoot open. I pull my hand from between my legs, a prick of blood on my finger. My skirt falls, and I fully register the thorns wrapped tightly around my legs.
That’s not right.
“Get off me,” I cry, and the thorns fall away.
“Sorry, you’re just so distracting to watch. I got a little carried away,” a smooth, enchanting voice says. “But please, don’t stop on my account.”
I whip my head up and see a dark silhouette on top of the brambles. A male lounges, one leg casually dangling down. I don’t need anyone to tell me who this is. I can feel it in my entire being.
The Prince of Thorns has come to Castletree.
27
Rosalina
BriarsshiftbeneaththePrince of Thorns and carry him down to the ground. He steps from the shadows and into the red twilight.
Someone who created this evil briar has no right to such unparalleled beauty. His eyes are like the night sky, dark and deep, with hidden flecks of vibrant purple. Dark waves cascade upon each side of his face, and a thin silver circlet graces his forehead with a single, brilliant blue gem. His lips curl into a roguish smirk as he approaches.
“Well,” he says softly, “it looks like my little princess has made herself quite at home in a castle of beasts.”
“I’m not yours.” I swallow in a dry throat. “I don’t even know you.”
He quirks his head in mock sadness. “But you know who I am.”
“You’re the Prince of Thorns,” I say.Caspian.That’s what Farron had called him. But I can’t make myself say it. Somehow, it seems too intimate.
“That’s what they like to call me. Can’t imagine why.” He gestures around us.
So, I’m finally face-to-face with the monster who is trying to destroy the princes’ castle.
He clasps my wrist and tugs me toward him. Eyeing the droplet of blood on the tip of my finger, he frowns. “Sorry about that. But what’s a little pleasure without pain?”
“You were watching me,” I gasp.
He raises my finger into his mouth and sucks it, long and wet and warm, savoring each and every drop of my essence. His gaze meets mine, and I see a spark of mischief in his eyes. “Delicious,” he purrs.