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Farron strips down and positions himself behind the Summer Prince. The fading light glides in through the window, sparkling over his freckled skin. He places his hands on Dayton’s hips and slides within.

Dayton stills as Farron enters him, his cock twitching. “Oh yes, Fare, gods yes. You feel so fucking good.”

“I feel good?” Farron throws his head back, auburn strands cascading over the pillow. “You feel good. This is incredible.”

Our bodies know how to move together, the rhythm coming naturally. I reach behind me, fisting a handful of Ezryn’s hair, sighing with contentment. “But if Farron’s in you, Day, then who’s…”

Caspian kneels on the bed, gazing at Farron like he’s prey, and I finally understand. He’s still dressed in his cute little servant’s outfit, though the sleeves have fallen off his shoulders now, and the skirt has ridden up to reveal his stunning cock.

He crawls over Farron, who visibly trembles. “I always knew I’d get my hands on you sometime.”

He said the same thing before Farron made the bargain with him, and Farron wore his choker of thorns.

His fingers slide down Farron’s front and snake along his waist before he begins to play with Farron’s balls. All the while, Farron’s length plunges in and out of Dayton’s ass.

Farron shudders and closes his eyes. “C-Cas,” he says in a broken whimper.

“Yes, love?”

“Kiss me?”

I arch my neck to see Caspian blushing. “Just how long have you had a crush on Farron, Cas?” I ask.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Too long.”

“Maybe you should show him,” I tease, voice breathy and breaking, rendered almost senseless by the way Ezryn and Dayton stretch me.

Caspian’s tongue flicks out to wet his lips. He leans over Farron, that gorgeous fall of obsidian hair obscuring their faces from my view. But I know when their mouths meet as Farron’s whole body goes loose, shuddering with helpless pleasure. A sound escapes him—half moan, half sob—as Caspian claims the kiss, deep and greedy and starving.

Dayton’s thrusts stutter as if the sight has taken him off guard. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he rasps, straining to look behind himself.

Keldarion grunts his agreement from the bottom of the bed.

Farron claws at Caspian’s arms, desperate, clutching so hard I think he might leave bruises. “Stars, Cas, I—” His voice tapers out as Caspian kisses down the curve of his neck, tongue laving each exposed inch.

I whimper when Ezryn’s hand slides around my waist, his palm splaying flat to hold me for the next barrage of thrusts. I can’t think, can’t breathe. I can only feel, and even then, so much of it comes from the helpless, animal sound rising in Farron’s chest as Caspian kisses him.

Then Caspian lines himself up, pressing the head of his cock to Farron’s opening. He brushes a stray strand of auburn hair from Farron’s brow, and I can just make out the gentle, almost reverent caress of his thumb before he sinks in, slow and careful, swallowing every gasp and curse Farron spills into his mouth.

I don’t know that I’ve ever seen Caspian lose control before. His eyes are stark, hungry, but his hands tremble where they brace Farron’s hips. And when Farron grinds backward, needy, Caspian’s self-restraint snaps. With a growl, he lays a row of sharp, claiming bites along Farron’s neck.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Cas breathes, each word coming out rougher than the last. “Let me hear you, Autumn Prince.”

Farron moans, the sound wrecked and impossibly sweet. “More, Cas, please, stars⁠—”

With all five of us tangled together, the bed becomes nothing but a writhing tapestry of want. Dayton’s pace falters under the strain of pleasure; Ezryn’s body tightens behind me, every muscle gone hard as marble; Caspian pistons into Farron, one hand splayed over his chest, pinning him down, the other threading through his hair to guide the tilt of his mouth.

Dayton’s forehead presses to mine. “Gods, this is incredible.”

It is, but it’s not enough.

Not yet.

My eyes find Keldarion, naked, standing at the end of the bed. He smiles as he walks to the side, leans over Ezryn, and grabs my chin. “Having a good time, my Rose?”

“Y-yes.” I can barely make the word.

Keldarion’s hand slides down to cup my breast. “Is this everything you wanted?”