Claire took Titus deep into her mouth, destroying his chance to fight his elemental release. Then she wiggled her hips against me, coaxing my cock to come out and play.
I was a strong male fae.
But not strong enough to deny my mate.
I thrust into her quivering body, giving her what she needed and cursing as she squeezed the life out of my fucking shaft. Each punch of her hips tested my resolve not to unravel before we’d even begun.
Titus gave in to her, failing to restrain himself and his power, and groaned as he came. Cyrus grinned against the other fae’s exposed throat, then pressed a gentle kiss to his pulse. It wasn’t meant as a taunt so much as a tender gesture of understanding, one Titus seemed to appreciate as his head fell against Cyrus’s.
I slowed my thrusts, drawing out my pleasure as Claire came down from her high, and the harsh demand of her melody eased off, sated by Titus’s offering. The Fire Fae slumped onto the bed as he threw his head back on a curse.
Oh, he’d lost this game—to see who could hold out the longest—but I wasn’t far behind him.
Cyrus took his turn next. Claire grabbed onto him like her life depended on it, suckling at his dick with renewed need as the melody kicked up again, eager to devour us all.
I followed her movements with my hips, rewarding her when she took my brother deeper. I didn’t care if this mating destroyed me. It was the most fucking beautiful thing I’d ever experienced.
Sol and Vox continued to stroke each other as they watched us, their eyes on Claire as she threatened to achieve an orgasm that would take us all under with her.
This was new, raw, something different that I hadn’t expected when I’d read about pregnant fae sexual side effects.
But I sensed the reason now, the link of our magic that drew in our power and fed her just as much as any physical nourishment would. Instead of fueling her body, we fueled the threads of her elemental power that would bring the life inside her to full term.
I would strip myself of all of my magic if need be to give Claire and the child what they needed, and so I fucked her with abandon, letting go of my control as I poured my power into her.
She gasped at the hit of unreserved magic, and all of the elements burst around the room as all the fae in our mate-circle followed suit.
Embers glittered in her hair.
Dusty motes of earth drifted around us.
And a warm breeze swept across my chest.
Then mist steamed in the air, and we breathed it in, sending our very life force into our mate as we slipped over the edge and didn’t look down.
Take all of me, Claire, I told her. Take every last drop.
FUCK.
I could barely breathe, my heart hammering so hard against my damn chest I thought it might explode.
I was pretty sure Claire just tried to kill us through fucking. And honestly, I wasn’t even a little bit upset about it. Because wow.
That had been some of the most intense sex of my existence. As soon as I rediscovered my ability to move, I wanted to do it all over again. But she’d pretty much just sucked the water element out of me, leaving me dry and weak in her wake.
Thank fuck we’d done this in the Human Realm. I couldn’t even imagine the repercussions of doing that at home, where we were all that much more connected to our sources.
Perhaps that was why she’d reacted so negatively to fae food. On some subconscious level, she knew where she needed to be for phase three.
Or it was all a twist of fate.
Regardless, it was right. And we’d survived. Barely.
Happy Christmas Eve, little queen, I murmured to her. Technically, it was Christmas Eve morning now. But as she couldn’t hear me, it didn’t really matter.
I took a calming breath.
Then joined her in the land of sleep.