“On your knees, Claire,” I told her, allowing her to hear the demand in my voice.
She swallowed, but complied, her pulse thrumming so hard I could see it against her neck.
Words weren’t going to solve this.
So we would lead with actions instead.
I eased into my secondary affinity for fire and smoldered a careful layer over her gown, disintegrating it and leaving her bare. The heat glowed pleasantly against her skin as she fisted her hands against her sides, still nervous and uncertain.
Determined to assure her, I followed my magic with my hands and then my lips, kissing her swollen breasts down to her enlarged stomach. Then I slowly pushed her forward to balance on her hands and her knees.
Cyrus and Titus waited patiently, their arousal evident. I had no doubt they could hear the same melody I did, the call of our elements too strong to ignore.
Our mate shivered as I swept my touch down her weeping sex. “Exos,” she said, my name more of a plea now. I smiled. That was the right direction, but I needed more from her.
“What kind of massage would you like?” I asked, grabbing her ass with both hands as I spread her open for me.
Fae, she was beautiful. My cock lurched at the sight of her so wet for me, eager for my tongue to taste her sweetness.
Vox and Sol both made strangled sounds from behind me, likewise affected by the gorgeous sight, but not just that. Claire sent a wave of desire through us all that hit like a bolt of lightning.
There it is, I mused. The third phase is coming.
Exos…
Don’t fight it, baby. Revel in it. Erase your fears and just feel.
I kissed the base of her spine, my palms branding her hips as I stroked her through her insecurities, encouraging her to come out and play.
You’re our goddess, Claire. Our queen. Let us worship you. I nibbled her hip bone, then drew my tongue upward to her spine once more. Please, baby. All we want is to make you feel good.
She groaned, her worries slipping from her mind as she shifted her focus to the very real throbbing between her legs. I could feel it riding her spirit and pulsating into mine. She needed this. Just as much as we needed this.
Can you feel our need? I asked her. Is it burning you the way your desire is burning me?
Another groan, this one followed by her fisting the sheets.
Cyrus increased the intensity by unzipping his pants and freeing his erection, his palm stroking the shaft in a leisurely pace as he watched her beneath hooded eyes.
Titus copied the motion, allowing our Claire to see what she did to him. To us.
“Do you see how hard they are, baby?” I asked against her ear, my hands still roaming her body, light and petting rather than thorough and knowing. I wanted her to cave first. Then I’d give her what she needed, what we all needed. “Is that precum, Titus? I think you should give our Claire a taste. Remind her how much we want her.”
Titus swiped his thumb over the tip and brought the moisture to her lips. She moaned loudly in response, her body convulsing beneath my palm.
“Mmm, that makes me want to taste you, baby,” I said, widening her knees to accommodate my shoulders as I lay down on the bed beneath her, my lower body still supported by my feet on the ground. “Sit on my face,” I told her. “Let me taste you.”
She shuddered, her legs wobbling beneath the intensity of my command and her overwhelming yearning to comply. Cyrus shifted closer, his fingers finding her nipple and giving it a little tweak. “My brother gave you a command, little queen. Are you going to disobey him?”
“I…” She trembled, her pussy lowering to my mouth, where I gave her a firm, long stroke with my tongue. “Oh, Fae,” she breathed, nearly falling forward. But Cyrus caught her with his palm against her breastbone.
I suckled her clit, making her cry out my name in that ton
e I fucking loved. I did it again, and she rewarded me with a full-body spasm.
“Oh,” she repeated, her legs convulsing. “I need… I need…”
“Tell us what you need, little queen,” Cyrus murmured.