Page 364 of Never Kiss a Fae

I’d join last.

I almost always did.

My groin tightened as Claire lithely rolled onto Titus’s hips, her body reminiscent of a goddess. Which was an apt description, given her control over all five elements.

She was a true queen.

A beauty.

A wonder in the world of fae.

And she was mine.

I licked my lips, loving the way her breasts swayed as she rocked her hips to guide Titus inside her. The Fire Fae hissed out a breath, his hands clamping down on her slender waist to hold her in place. Cyrus removed her silk binds, then threaded his fingers in her voluminous hair and guided her down to Titus’s waiting mouth.

The two of them engaged in a kiss defined by their affinity for fire. I felt it heating the air, engaging my secondary ability for the element. Cyrus battled it with his water, dousing each of the embers before they could reach his fair skin. Then he moved behind Claire to line himself up with her ass.

Titus had already prepared her, something we all knew he’d done for Cyrus.

The two of them had bonded in an unexpected way over the years, their penchant for double-penetrating Claire well known and respected in our circle. Sometimes I joined them and took her mouth, but not tonight.

I wanted her last.

To make love to her.

To soothe her.

To adore her.

She’d done so well today at the Interrealm Fae Council meeting. My chest warmed with the memory, my pride radiating through the bond as she accepted Cyrus’s thrust. Her pleasure shot through our link, her back arching at the impact of both men inside her. Titus palmed her tits while my brother wrapped his arm around her middle, holding her to him as he pushed deep into her backside.

Then he grabbed her hair and angled her head back for a kiss, providing the most erotically beautiful image for us all to observe.

Our mate being fucked at both ends.

Her tits cupped by a Fire Fae.

Her tongue claimed by a Water Fae King.

Sol and Vox were already aroused again, the sight of their mate’s pleasure an aphrodisiac none of us could ignore. The fact that Cyrus and Titus knew how to turn her into a work of art only added to the experience.

They didn’t hold back, taking her with an abandon that made her scream against Cyrus’s mouth.

I unbuttoned the top of my too-tight pants, my stomach clenching with a need I barely contained. I needed her more than I needed to breathe. But I held myself back, valuing my control, guarding her while she lost herself to utter bliss between the two mates fucking her.

She created such a stunning sight, her body made for sex, made for this, made forus.

I sent a trail of fire down her abdomen to her clit, sending her over the edge with Titus right behind her. And then Cyrus growled, his body emptying inside her, the three of them riding out an orgasmic experience that all of us felt through our connections.

It was so intensely intimate that I almost came myself. Sol started lazily stroking himself in response. Vox just stared at the others, his silver-rimmed black gaze filled with rapturous intent.

But it was my turn to play.

Claire glanced at me with lust-blown pupils, her cheeks blushing with a mixture of exertion and excitement. Her power flared, her fire trying to destroy my clothes once more. But I shielded myself from her, desiring a proper fight that only my mate could provide.

She didn’t disappoint, taking me to the spirit plane, where our souls thrived, and engaging me in a seductive twist of enchanting warmth.

I smiled, intrigued, and pulled her toward the source, longing to test her abilities and overall control. She yanked back. Then I jumped away and she followed, frolicking inside our special place while our bodies remained in the Human Realm with everyone else.