“Vox,” she said, fluttering her eyelids closed as my hand went underneath the thin veil of her dress to pull away the fabric that separated us. I wanted us to be skin to skin, to feel every inch of hers with my own.
Her hair waved around me when my touch found the delicate folds between her thighs, slipping my fingers into her wetness and rolling my thumb over the soft nub that waited for me. I claimed her mouth as I drank in her moans.
“Vox,” she attempted again, arching her back against the bed of wind and mist. “We’re on a cloud. Floating. This… I should be terrified. But...” She trailed off on a moan.
We dangled above the kingdom where the air grew thinner and only magic kept us aloft, but I trusted the source more than I ever had in all my life. It wished us to become one, to bless our union. I had only heard about such pairings in Air Fae myth, but it assured me that I had made the right choice beyond a shadow of any doubt.
Claire was mine.
“Do you trust me?” I asked, pressing my cock to her waiting heat.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Always.”
She sighed as I slid inside her, my hips setting a rhythm meant to please and enhance our joining. I clamped my teeth over her taut nipple, eliciting a shocked groan from her throat, one I reveled in and adored.
“More,” she urged. “Take me, Vox.”
I did, picking up the pace and driving into her with a craving only she could satisfy. My power circled us, the wind kissing every inch of her skin as I worshiped her breasts and thrust deeper into her with each intake of her gasping breath. I ground my hips in a way that brushed her clit, making her silver eyes roll into the back of her head as she approached pure bliss.
Her body tightened around me, just needing one more push to be sent over the edge.
I gave it to her, caressing her with a gentle breeze and driving myself to the hilt. She cried out, my name a chant on the winds and forcing me to tumble over the cliff into my own release.
We are one, I thought, moaning her name out loud.
But the source wasn’t done with us yet.
It wanted more.
I wanted more.
And so did Claire.
She writhed underneath me, her hands going to my hair as she pulled me down for a kiss. “Whatever you just did to me, promise me you’ll do it again.” Her silver eyes flashed with renewed desire.
And so I did, my powers whispering back to life, commanded by my mate to worship every inch of her until there was nothing left but sky, wind, and her sweet cries drifting on the breeze.
Claire
My heart fluttered at the sight of Cyrus and Exos waiting for me in the hallway, their stances relaxed despite the task ahead. They’d dressed slightly more casually today in button-down shirts and slacks. Apparently, this was their idea of being comfortable.
I couldn’t say I minded. They resembled walking models, especially with the sleeves of their dress shirts rolled up to the elbows like that. If their aim was to distract me from our goal, they were off to a fabulous start.
Exos’s lips pulled up into a grin as he wrapped his palm around the back of my neck, pulling me in for a long, sensuous kiss. I barely had a second to breathe before Cyrus grabbed me and repeated the greeting, his mouth a warm welcome I adored.
“Well, if that’s how this activity is going to go, then I’ll happily play along,” Titus drawled from the doorway behind me.
He stood in nothing b
ut a pair of flannel pants, his upper body flushed from sleep.
“I wish it were that enjoyable,” Exos said, taking my hand and tugging me into the space between him and Cyrus. “Alas, it’s going to be a long day.”
“You say that like you don’t enjoy fucking with the spirits of others.” Sol appeared beside Titus, his expression matching his harsh tone. “Oh, but wait, that’s what your kind does best.”
Ouch. I frowned at him. “What are you implying? That I want to play in the spirit realm and hurt people?” Because that was far from the truth. We were only doing this today to obtain answers from my mother. “Don’t you think I’d choose another route if I had a choice?” My mother hadn’t reached out again since that fretful night. And frankly, I wanted our next contact to be on my terms, not hers. This was the best way to accomplish that.
“Not all of us enjoy inflicting torture on others,” Cyrus added quietly. “I can see the scars on your spirit. What we are doing today won’t touch another in that manner. I swear it.”