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The giant of a man groaned when I stroked down hard, following my fingers with my mouth. I reached for Titus as my tongue tasted the earth, copper and peach mixing with the blissful motes of air that fueled my body as Vox increased his thrusts, sliding in and out of me, his control losing its distinct edge as he panted, his pleasure slipping through our bond as he let go and trusted me to hold on to the three strands of elemental power that sank their teeth into me.

Yes.

I found Titus’s cock ready for me, hot against my fingers that had been cooled with Vox’s power. I pumped him hard, twisting to follow my movements with my mouth. Titus groaned and his fire burst into the air, engulfing all three of us in a cocoon of warmth and making my skin glow red.

Vox reached around my middle and hauled me against his chest, his lips going to my neck as he continued to thrust into me, his pants hot against my ear as his air took on Titus’s element.

With me as the conduit, they could share their power and gain the balance that settled into my very being.

Sol sensed what I was doing and loosened his control another fraction, stirring a quake in the most intimate of places between my legs and forcing me closer to the edge of oblivion. His fingers wove through my hair as he joined me on that ledge, his yearning taking over, and danced with me on the precipice.

So close.

My body screamed with the need, my elements roaring through my system.

But it was Titus grabbing my breast that sent us all crashing over into a maelstrom of euphoria. Male groans rent the air, the ground literally shifting around us as fire consumed the room, only to be wrapped up in Vox’s tornado of an element, and grounding us in a heaping pile on the bed.

I shook, my limbs practically numb from the intensity. My lips swollen. My body well used.

“Claire,” Titus breathed reverently, pulling me toward his sweaty chest. “You’re…”

My skin glimmered with a contortion of elements. Fire, wind, and earth sent a rainbow of color cascading through the room, and my breath misted the air with sparkling power. My ears itched at the tips, and I palmed at one absently, finding it pointed.

My inner fae had finally taken over.

I’m no longer Claire.

I was passion, wild, taming the three elements that threatened to explode.

And I craved more.

I wanted Sol inside me next. Titus in my mouth. And Vox in my hands.

I said as much out loud, eliciting masculine chuckles through the bedroom, which gave way to heated gazes and warm touches. Because they wanted it, too.

Mine.

You are all mine.

Chapter38

Exos

I’m really fucking tired of being knocked out and manipulated by other entities in my head.I glowered at my reflection, talking to the foreign essence maintaining residence in my skull.

“Yes, that helps,” Cyrus drawled, sounding bored.

“You’re not the one with black magic in your damn mind,” I reminded him, my voice a low growl of annoyance.

We’d tried several old spirit methods, most of which involved Cyrus sending blasts of elemental energy into my brain. By the time we finished that, my neural cavities resembled the aftermath of tunneling pixies in the Earth Fae mines.

I swallowed another gulp of my spritemead and slammed the mug down on the counter. “Again.”

“Are you saying that because you’re drunk off the mead, or are you a closet masochist?” Cyrus’s icy gaze sparkled with challenge, his goading meant to distract me from the pain he was about to unleash on my spirit.

“Don’t flirt with me. Just do—fuck!” Lights flashed behind my eyes, sending me to my knees. Oh, if I ever found out who put this nasty piece of darkness in my head, I would enjoy killing them. Over and over and over again.

I massaged my temples and tried futilely to help Cyrus. He used my power to bolster his own, causing me to cringe as he detonated a particularly harsh attack inside my being.