Page 363 of Never Kiss a Fae

And I suddenly knew just what I needed to do to convince them to strip.

Clever little mate,I thought, watching the minx roll around in the sheets, painting herself with Sol’s and Vox’s cum.

She’d started with a finger through her slick pussy, drawing Sol’s essence up her shaved mound to rub into her skin. Then she’d taken the remnants of Vox’s pleasure along her ribs and painted the rosy little peaks of her breasts.

I never would have thought my mate drenched in the cum of other men would turn me on, but here we were. And all I wanted to do was strip myself and add to the mess.

The tension radiating from my brother said he felt the same.

My tie was suddenly a little too tight. I loosened it while Claire watched, and her blue eyes flashed. “I know what you’re doing, baby,” I told her.

“Do you?” she asked, her tone falsely innocent as she dipped her hand between her legs again to slip her fingers through her pretty pink lips. Sol and Vox lounged on either side of her, content for the moment, while the rest of her mates stood around the bed with raging hard-ons, fully clothed.

She brought her finger to her lips this time, groaning at the taste of her arousal mingling with Sol’s seed.

It left me wondering why we’d decided to play this game. All I wanted was to sink balls-deep into my female and force my name from that alluring mouth.

I pulled off my tie, and Cyrus mimicked the motion, then took the silk from my hands. I immediately understood his intention as he approached the bed. “Give me your hands, little queen.”

She smiled. “Only if you give me your shirt.”

He considered her for a moment, then dropped the ties onto the bed. “All right.” He shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it at Titus. The Fire Fae caught it and proceeded to destroy it with one of his hotter flames.

Cyrus smirked. “You’re going to pay for that later, Firefly.”

“I hate that nickname.”

“Oh, I know,” he returned as he unbuttoned his shirt. “It’s why I’ll forever call you by it.”

“Royal Jackass,” the Fire Fae muttered, the label one he seemed to use interchangeably between me and Cyrus. My brother adored it. I just rolled my eyes.

“Here you go, little queen,” Cyrus said, dropping his shirt on the bed for her. “Now give me your hands.”

Vox rolled over her to lie beside Sol, his gaze knowing as Cyrus took hold of Claire’s wrists and bound them with our ties. She’d known his intention as well, but the glimmer in her eye told me that had been her plan all along.

And as his pants went up in flames half a second later, I understood why. She’d used his brief touch as a way to overpower his water magic and destroy his clothes.

My lips curled, impressed.

Cyrus rewarded her with a kiss, his own amusement at her antics clear in the way he cradled her face while devouring her mouth.

Titus watched the scene with interest, then pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground. “Fuck delayed gratification.”

Something told me this had been Claire’s plan as well. She knew just how to manipulate each of us with her body and mind. I slid my hands into my pockets as Titus kicked off his pants and joined the others on the bed. He went straight for her cunt, his mouth and tongue lapping up her soaked sex and causing her to moan into Cyrus’s mouth.

She threaded her fingers through the Fire Fae’s auburn locks, her wrists still glued together from the silk ties. Cyrus caught her hands and gently pulled them over her head. Sol clamped his palm over hers, holding them down against the pillows while Cyrus drew his fingers down her arms.

It was all so harmonious after years of playing with our mate. While we often took turns, frequently desiring nights alone with her as well, we still enjoyed moments like this. It just didn’t happen as much as we would like.

Vox, Titus, and Sol resided with Claire at Elemental Fae Academy. Cyrus misted back and forth between the Academy and the Water Kingdom, sometimes taking Claire with him for brief visits. And I maintained my residence in the Spirit Kingdom but ventured back to the Academy for our group nights.

It worked for us.

Claire always spent one night a week alone with me in the Spirit Kingdom, just as she went to Cyrus for a night as well. Then Titus, Vox, and Sol all had their own evening with her at the Academy. And then we would have two full days as a mate-circle.

Which typically ended in a similar activity to the one unfolding on the bed.

“Straddle Titus,” Cyrus demanded as the Fire Fae lay on his back beside Sol. Vox had propped himself up onto his elbow to watch, while the Earth Fae lounged lazily on the pillows, his protective gaze on Claire. He always ensured her safety, just as I guarded the entire circle. It was why I still stood fully clothed, watching the events play out.