Page 375 of Never Kiss a Fae

“I told you I did!”

“I… I didn’t remember… I was in my groove… and…”

“You cooked my fucking egg.” Titus threw his spatula down on a growl and gripped his auburn locks in his fists. “Fuckin’ fires, Vox!”

“I’m sorry!” my air mate exclaimed.

Cyrus and Exos just shook their heads, chuckling as they continued their own dishes.

Sol munched on his ingredients beside me, completely forgetting the point of this exercise as we watched the battle in the kitchen unfold.

Vox’s eggs went up in flames, causing him to engage his air magic to try to put out the fire. But Titus was raging and completely lost to his annoyance.

Not exactly a nurturing reaction, but I understood his frustration. They hadn’t slept in thirty hours, and he’d been on his way to winning the trials. While I meant what I said about us all winning, I knew Titus had a competitive edge from his time in the Powerless Champion ring.

He eventually calmed down after a few minutes, resigned to his fate, and finished his omelet while Vox scraped his burnt eggs into the trash with a scowl.

Sol chuckled, nearly halfway done with whatever the hell he was supposed to make. He offered me a few berries, which I took and popped into my mouth.

Then his brow furrowed, and the light bulb went off. “Ah, hell.”

I giggled and took more of his berries. “Tastes great, Sol.”

He grumbled and picked up his peach for a bite before holding it out to me. “Might as well enjoy it.”

“Are you suggesting we eat our future children?”

He snorted. “It’s juicy and ripe. Take a bite. I already lost anyway.”

“None of us are losing anything,” I reminded him before indulging in a taste. He was right about the ripeness. It was perfection and made me groan in approval. He licked the juice off my lips, then fed me another bite, his disappointment over failing his trials disappearing in a blink. Sol never stayed upset for long.

He licked more peach juice off my lips, then slipped his tongue into my mouth for a long, sensuous kiss. I momentarily forgot we had an audience until River cleared his throat. “While your mom is aware of the purpose of these trials, I don’t think she wants to witness the consummation.”

Warmth touched my cheeks as I pulled away from Sol to find my mother and Mortus intently watching Exos and Cyrus finish their casserole dish. The pink tinge in my mother’s cheeks told me she’d definitely seen my kiss with Sol and had likely overheard River’s commentary.

I cleared my throat and tried my best to keep my hands to myself.

Your vagina still broken, little queen?Cyrus asked as he slid the casserole into the oven.Or are you ready for more orgasms?

I swallowed.I… I feel better; thank you for asking.

His silver-blue eyes found mine.Good. Because I intend to bend you over that table in a few hours.

The heat in my cheeks spread down my breasts, my body warming to the idea of his touch.You assume you’ve won.

I know I have,he replied, leaning against the counter and holding my gaze.And you know I have, too.

He was right.

I knew he’d won as well.

If I were honest, I’d say he won before all of this had started. He always considered every angle and outcome before engaging in a challenge, and I’d never seen him lose. Not even to Titus when they dueled. At best, they would call it a draw.

That’s why Exos didn’t get mad; he already knew you were going to win.

Yes,Cyrus agreed.But also, he knew Lance didn’t mean it. Getting mad at him would only worsen the issue, not fix it.

That’s pretty much what Exos said,I replied.