Page 127 of Never Kiss a Fae

“Bacon,” I supplied.

He snapped his fingers, causing the entire building to shake around us. “That, yes. Whatever bacon is.” He clapped Vox on the back. “I’m going to get ready for class.” He disappeared down the hall, whistling as he walked.

His size had intimidated me at first, but now I kind of liked the giant. I stared after him fondly until Cyrus stepped into my view. “Go feed your mate, little queen.”

“Claire,” I corrected him, angry all over again.I’m not fucking little.

“Sure,” he replied, sipping his green slush. “Have a good day,Claire.”

“Eat shit, Cyrus,” I returned with a smile and rotated on my heel.

Rather than rise to the bait, he chuckled, the sound following me all the way to my room. I hated how it warmed my skin and caused my belly to tighten. The asshole could at least have the common decency to be ugly. But no, he had to go around looking like Exos in his three-piece suit and ooze sex appeal.

Bastard.

“Enjoy class,” Vox murmured as he passed me, his control of air seeming to send the words to my ears alone. “And nice gust in the kitchen back there,” he added, his dimples flashing. “I couldn’t have done it any better myself.”

My cheeks heated at the compliment. I’d sent that wave of energy out of me without thinking, wanting the jackass royal to move. But it was nice to know I’d done it correctly. “Thanks,” I said softly.

He reached around me to open the door, something I hadn’t tried to do yet, thanks to the plates in my hands. “Don’t tell Titus what’s in that if you want him to eat it,” Vox advised. “Tell him afterward.”

“Will do,” I replied. “See you later today.”

“Yep.” He gave me a nod and a wink, leaving me to my plans for breakfast in bed.

Titus sat waiting for me, his back against the headboard, his auburn hair mussed with sleep. I’d wanted to give him more time to rest, but in reality, cooking had gone by faster than I realized. Still, he didn’t appear all that fazed, his green gaze tracking me across the room as I approached. “I don’t like waking without you in my arms,” he said, his voice deep and sexy.

I set the plates on the nightstand and crawled into the bed, straddling his strong hips. “I wanted to cook for you.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Because it’s an activity I used to enjoy doing and I needed a distraction.”

Some of his seductive energy slithered away. “Exos?”

I nodded. “He reached out to me, but before I could reply, he was gone.”

Titus reached up to cup my cheek, his thumb tracing the hollows beneath my eyes. “We’ll find him,” he vowed. “But Cyrus is right about keeping up appearances. We need to go about our business as usual and lull Mortus, or whoever has done this, into a false state of comfort.”

“And if that doesn’t work?” I asked, biting my lip.

“You’ll continue to search for him through the bond, but more carefully than last night.” He pulled me closer, his lips brushing mine. “Next time, I’ll help instead of that royal prick.”

I smiled. “I would like that much more, yes.” I kissed him again. “Mmm, there are a great many things I would like, actually.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his tongue sliding into my mouth for a taste. “Like what, Claire? What would you enjoy right now?”

“Mmm.” I sucked his bottom lip between my teeth and released it with a pop. “I made you breakfast.”

His brow furrowed. “I know.”

“I want you to eat it,” I whispered, kissing along his jaw to his neck. “Please.” I licked the column of his throat, creating a wet path that led to the strong planes of his chest. “You eat while I indulge myself in an appetizer.” I gazed up at him as I continued my trail, kissing and nipping and memorizing the ripples of his abdomen on my way down to the prize below.

“Claire,” he whispered, embers flickering in his pupils. His thick arousal sat heavy between his legs, the crown beading with liquid welcome.

“Eat your breakfast, Titus,” I said, my lips hovering above his cock. “And I’ll enjoy mine.”

I sampled his excitement, moaning at the salty taste of him, and took him deep into my mouth. He cursed, his fingers threading through my hair as he encouraged me to continue. Titus and Exos had tasted me so many times, but I’d never returned the favor. And this morning seemed like a perfect opportunity to do so.