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I lean down and take the tip of Farron’s ear between my teeth. “Shall I start with your ass while you fuck our sweet girl?”

“Oh,” Farron gasps, which I know means he wants that very much. I haul him against my chest. He’s already panting, half-erect again and a little dazed. I wrap his cock in a sure, steady grip and slide my hand up and down.

Rosie floats to us, eyes bright with hunger, then plants herself on the pool’s edge and beckons with two fingers. “Come here,” she purrs, and Farron stumbles forward on shaking legs, dripping and hard, every inch of him flushed.

The glowing pebbles and our hair give me a fantastic view of their bodies. Rosalina, all delicious soft curves, and Farron’s lean form, the small patches of hair on his freckled chest that always drive me mad.

She takes his cock in both hands, gliding the tip over her clit, and they both make a sound, hers sharp, his desperate. With no warning, she sinks down onto him, and Farron makes a desperate animal sound.

I slip behind them both, water lapping and swirling between all our bodies. Rosie braces herself with her palms, hair tumbling over her shoulders as her hips slowly grind. Farron’s hands fist the rocks at her sides, knuckles white, trying not to collapse with the force of it.

He tries to form words. “Fuck, Rose—” but it dissolves into stuttering incoherence as she milks him with slow, deliberate squeezes. My own cock pulses with want as I watch them.

I brush my fingertips over Farron’s ribs, dragging my thumbs beneath his pecs. He leans back into me, groaning, his neck arched in abandon. “You’re perfect,” I whisper against the shell of his ear. “Look how good you are for her. For me.”

He shakes a little. “Day, that’s not always⁠—”

“It is always true.” I nip at his earlobe. “You deserve to hear it. Every day.”

Rosie rides him slow, her gaze locked with mine over Farron’s shoulder. The way she looks at me, like she’s something wild, brings me perilously close to losing any self-control I have.

Farron must sense it, because he twists in my arms, teeth flashing. “I think you promised to be inside me by now.”

Don’t need to ask me twice.

I spread Farron’s ass, the slickness of the water making him glide easily against my fingers. He shudders when I slide the tip of a finger inside, then another, and his cock throbs visibly within Rosie. “Is this okay?” I ask, nuzzling his neck.

His only answer is to buck back into my hand, desperate and wanton and beautiful. “Please,” he rasps. “More. Please.”

I line myself up and push in slowly, savoring the way he opens for me, such delicious resistance, the sweet clench of muscle and heat. Rosie gasps at the sight and clutches Farron’s face in both hands, devouring his mouth as I thrust into him from behind. The three of us move together, bodies in perfect sync.

And I realize this is the first time just the three of us have been together since discovering Farron and I are mates. All of us connected, intertwined.

Woven in starlight.

“Are you ready for me, Little Leaf?” I murmur into Farron’s hair, letting him feel every edge of me pressing at the inner muscles. I want his answer. Want him to want this. To say yes again, let it ring through all the hollow places in both our chests.

He grits out, “Never been more ready, Day. Take me. Take us.” His voice breaks beautifully on the last syllable.

I thrust hard enough to rock all three of us forward. Farron’s hands slip on the stone, bracing, and Rosie’s body arches as he’s driven even deeper into her.

The sound Rosie makes is unfiltered rapture. She digs her fingers into the back of Farron’s neck, her mouth open, and he responds by leaning to capture one of her nipples between his lips, biting down. She shudders, gasping, her hips pitching in intoxicating counterpoint to mine.

“You feel so amazing,” she gasps.

“Fuck,” I pant, gripping Farron’s waist, using him as leverage to pound harder, faster. Every time I drive into him, Rosie tips her head back and moans. Water spills over her breasts and down Farron’s stomach.

Steam billows, thick and sweet, as the whole world splinters into heat and skin and desperate sounds.

“Look at you,” I say, the thought tearing out of me. “Fucking perfect. Both of you. My beautiful, insatiable mates.”

Each word makes Farron clench tighter around my cock. The bond between us ignites, amplifying every scrap of sensation until my whole body is light. I’m not sure where I stop and they begin.

Farron ruts into Rosie faster, his face buried in her neck, still mouthing at her. She meets each thrust, her cries high and helpless. “So good, Fare,” she rasps. “So good, please don’t stop⁠—”

“Not stopping,” I promise. “Never letting go.” Then I grip Farron’s hips tighter, setting a brutal rhythm that threatens to shake apart the stones under us. Farron’s body tenses, shudders. His hands twist into Rosie’s hair, and he swears, voice cracking with the force. I know he’s close, his muscles drawn tight as a bowstring.

Rosie grabs Farron’s jaw and kisses him hard, like she needs his taste to keep from falling apart. He whines into her mouth, desperate. She reaches down and rubs her clit, fast and frantic, gasping Farron’s name and then mine, voice thick with tears.