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“That’s exactly what I want you to do,” Sol replied, his teeth skimming my lower lip. “I want you to sink balls-deep into her sweet heat while she swallows my cock with this beautiful mouth.”

My blood heated with the illustration his crude words provided.

Over the years, Sol had really come into his own, taking charge where he wanted and always offering me the safety and warmth I craved.

He was my literal rock.

I kissed him again, my soul igniting into an inferno of need as Vox added a third finger below.

Sol pawed at my shoulders, dragging the straps of my dress down my arms to my wrists, successfully exposing my braless chest. He made a low noise of approval before palming both of my breasts and giving them a sensual squeeze. I arched into him, moaning his name, then falling into a groan from Vox’s stimulation between my legs.

“Oh, Fae,” I breathed, trembling from the onslaught of pressure building in my lower belly.

Only, my mates didn’t allow me to fall over the edge. Instead, they spun me around to push me down onto my desk, my hard nipples protesting against the wood.

I glanced over my shoulder, a complaint clawing up my throat, only for the words to go dry at the sight of Vox unzipping his black dress pants, his heated gaze on the space between my legs.

His arousal always undid me.

All of my mates had that impact.

Including Sol as he strolled around the desk to unfasten his own pants in front of me. His fingers feathered over my jaw before going to my hair, his brown-green eyes capturing mine to evaluate my acceptance.

Whatever he saw in my features must have confirmed it for him, because his touch shifted back into my hair, where he tangled his grip in my strands. He pulled me just a little bit to the side, lining my face up with his groin, while Vox stepped between my legs from behind.

Thank the Fae for the desk beneath me. It gave me the leverage and sturdiness I needed to make this possible.

“Open your mouth, little flower,” Sol said, his tone softer than a true command.

His girth had always proved a challenge for me to swallow—a challenge I very much enjoyed. Something I allowed him to see now as I held his gaze and moisturized my lips with my tongue.

Vox’s palms found my hips, his cock nudging my entrance as Sol slid into my mouth.

Their thrusts were gentle at first, their care for me evident in their steady pace. But as our arousals intensified, their movements grew faster and harder, Sol hitting the back of my throat while Vox slammed into me below.

It was dirty. Hot.Beautiful.

My senses were on fire from the surrounding autumn elements, all created by my mates for my personal enjoyment.

Vox breathed air around my stimulated form, his affinity stroking my clit in a breezy kiss that sent my soul soaring toward the clouds. Then Sol grounded me with his shaft, his earthy essence trickling down my throat in a prelude of what was to come.

I moaned and shook between them, overpowered by our connection, our mate-circle throbbing to life inside my heart and caressing each of my nerve endings.

Cyrus, Exos, and Titus were all aware of what was happening right now, and I could feel their collective intrigue. Titus sent fiery kisses to my spirit, reminding me of the hot strokes of his tongue against my clit last night. Cyrus whispered icy thoughts of cold promise, forcing me to recall how he’d used ice to counter Titus’s tongue, the dual sensations driving me mad.

And Exos’s soul stroked mine, his spiritual being joining Vox’s air essence against my sensitive center, causing me to cry out.

All of them were in me, even though it was only Sol and Vox in this room. But I felt us all playing together, climbing higher and higher to a climax that was going to split me in two.

Sol flexed his hips, sending himself even deeper into my throat, forcing me to take more of him. I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking him in time with my mouth.

Vox’s palms were brands against my hips, his long length hitting that spot deep inside me that elicited the most-addictive pleasure.

He knew how to angle himself just right, stroking me on repeat and shoving me closer… closer… closer…

I could feel them chasing me, their pleasures mounting in tandem with mine, dancing together on a plane of elemental existence only our mate-circle understood.

And then a wave of power crashed through us all, Cyrus sending a sensual push that threw all three of us over the cliff together into an oblivion underlined in passion and love.