Page 361 of Never Kiss a Fae

I really wanted to remark on that, but I didn’t have enough air in my lungs to speak. Nor was my brain functioning well enough to muster up a comeback. So I settled on a grunting sound instead that had all my mates chuckling around me.

“Finishing stripping her,” Cyrus demanded.

Titus’s fiery energy warmed my breasts, the lace disintegrating in a second. Then the same sensation traveled to my shaved mound and lower, causing me to jolt upright on a moan. “She’s ready again,” he mused, his power stroking through my slickened lips before he used his gift to incinerate my panties.

Sol went to his knees beside me to handle my boots and socks, removing them with hands gentle and sure. Then he stroked his fingers up my calf to my thigh before wrapping his palm around the back of my leg and tugging me toward his waiting mouth.

A curse slipped from my lips as his tongue met my clit, my legs giving out again. But Titus caught me with ease as Cyrus stepped out of the way for Vox to join the fun. I gazed up at him through hooded eyes, my body convulsing and limp from Sol’s ministrations below.

I expected my Air Fae mate to kiss me, but instead he dipped his head to my breasts, sucking a nipple deep into his mouth before gently grazing the tip with his teeth.

I threaded my fingers through his long, dark hair, holding him to me as he taunted me with his skilled tongue.

Sol seemed to replicate the pace between my legs, his rhythm rivaling Vox’s in every way.

Then Titus reached between my legs from behind to draw some of my wetness backward to my other hole. I groaned as he slid a finger inside, working to stretch me and prepare me for the night to come.

They would use me just as I would use them.

And together, we would fall into a heated mess of limbs and naked bodies.

Yet I was the only one without clothes right now, all my mates still fully dressed.

That wouldn’t do.

I took a page from Titus’s playbook and destroyed their outfits with a flick of my mind. Or I tried to, anyway. It worked on Vox and Sol, their clothes disappearing beneath a wave of my power. Their shoes were somewhere by the door, so I left those alone.

But my other mates had anticipated my play. Exos and Titus had created a wall of their own fire guarding their fabric, and Cyrus had countered me with water.

My eyes fluttered open to find the two kings smirking at me, daring me to try harder.

It served as an aphrodisiac, heightening the moment and cascading me beneath an avalanche of challenge and intrigue. Sol and Vox kept their mouths on me, my fingers weaving through their soft hair, holding them exactly where I needed, while Titus held me in place for their feasting mouths. He increased his pressure on my backside, causing me to cry out in agony-induced pleasure, my body on literal fire for them all.

I wanted to be filled by them, to be taken to heaven and back by my mates, and to land in a pile of sweaty limbs.

But I knew this was just the beginning.

They never rushed, their mouths and touch thorough to the very end.

Sol sucked my clit deep into his mouth while Vox skimmed my nipple with his teeth. Then Titus added another finger below, stretching me deliciously and warming me up for an evening of sex.

Yet three of my mates remained clothed, and I needed to fix that. But, oh, I wasn’t sure how. Not with Sol’s tongue moving like that. And Vox, Fae, his lips…mmm…

Titus chuckled against my ear. “Focus, sweetheart.” He scissored his fingers. “You’ll need to disrobe all of us if you want us to fuck you.”

“Or Sol and Vox can do it for you,” I replied on a moan, my body undulating wantonly between them all.

“You’d prefer I fuck Titus?” Cyrus taunted, sending a wave of heat through my veins as the mental image appeared in my mind.

They were always bickering, the sexual tension between them off the charts. And the idea of Cyrus bending Titus over and driving into him? Yeah, that had my thighs clenching around Sol in severe anticipation.

“I hope you brought lube, Firefly,” Cyrus murmured, his icy gaze full of wicked intent.

“Not happening, Royal Jackass,” Titus returned, his teeth skimming my throat. “But you’re welcome to suck my cock.”

“I only kneel for Claire,” Cyrus replied, his expression heating. “However, I would consider a temporary position, if that’s her desire.”

I groaned at the thought, my climax mounting as Sol pushed me over the edge with his tongue. And then I was too busy kissing Vox to understand up from down.