Some of his seductive energy slithered away. “Exos?”
I nodded. “He reached out to me, but before I could reply, he was gone.”
Titus reached up to cup my cheek, his thumb tracing the hollows beneath my eyes. “We’ll find him,” he vowed. “But Cyrus is right about keeping up appearances. We need to go about our business as usual and lull Mortus, or whoever has done this, into a false state of comfort.”
“And if that doesn’t work?” I asked, biting my lip.
“You’ll continue to search for him through the bond, but more carefully than last night.” He pulled me closer, his lips brushing mine. “Next time, I’ll help instead of that royal prick.”
I smiled. “I would like that much more, yes.” I kissed him again. “Mmm, there are a great many things I would like, actually.”
“Yeah?” he asked, his tongue sliding into my mouth for a taste. “Like what, Claire? What would you enjoy right now?”
“Mmm.” I sucked his bottom lip between my teeth and released it with a pop. “I made you breakfast.”
His brow furrowed. “I know.”
“I want you to eat it,” I whispered, kissing along his jaw to his neck. “Please.” I licked the column of his throat, creating a wet path that led to the strong planes of his chest. “You eat while I indulge myself in an appetizer.” I gazed up at him as I continued my trail, kissing and nipping and memorizing the ripples of his abdomen on my way down to the prize below.
“Claire,” he whispered, embers flickering in his pupils. His thick arousal sat heavy between his legs, the crown beading with liquid welcome.
“Eat your breakfast, Titus,” I said, my lips hovering above his cock. “And I’ll enjoy mine.”
I sampled his excitement, moaning at the salty taste of him, and took him deep into my mouth. He cursed, his fingers threading through my hair as he encouraged me to continue. Titus and Exos had tasted me so many times,
but I’d never returned the favor. And this morning seemed like a perfect opportunity to do so.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his grip tightening as I swallowed more of him. He was too big for me to take completely, so I wrapped my hand around the base and squeezed. Rather than eat his breakfast, he stared at me with admiration and desire, his stark need soaking me between my thighs.
This was supposed to be about him, but my body reacted accordingly, stirring a moan deep in my throat that vibrated his shaft.
Titus growled, thrusting upward and forcing me to take more of him. He cursed, his lack of control evident in the way he tried to pull away, but I refused to allow it, needing to feel the empowering motions of his hips. I raked my nails across his thigh, my opposite hand still wrapped around the base, and groaned as he shot upward again.
“Your mouth is fucking divine, Claire.” The harsh texture of his voice stirred a sensation in my lower stomach that only he could satisfy, but I ignored it in favor of providing him pleasure, my thighs squeezing together to keep my own needs in check.
Fire slowly trickled from his being to mine, the flames heating my skin and taunting my own to come out and play.
Passion smoldered between us, an inferno rising as it always did when Titus touched me. My pajamas disintegrated while the sheets remained, a show of fiery control from my mate, one that turned me on even more.
He tugged on my hair, pulling his hardness away from my mouth and yanking me upward to meet his kiss. My back met the mattress, Titus’s hips settling between my thighs, and in one thrust, he filled me to completion. I groaned, my nails digging into his shoulders to hold him to me as more flames painted the air.
He set the pace—a bruising, hard, punishing one that had my back bowing upward to meet him in our frenzy to fuck.
Blissful escape.
Ecstasy.
Hot.
Fuck, he mastered me as easily as his flames, his body knowing mine in a way no one else could. He used our shared element to intensify the sensations, covering my skin in a blanket of heat that left me screaming beneath him in the best way.
Harder.
Faster.
More.
My chants were a litany he returned in kind, giving me what I wanted until an explosion erupted between us and caused white lights to dance behind my eyes. His name was a curse and a blessing, his presence mine to adore, and our mating bond rejoiced between us.