Exos… She sounded so tired.
Yes, baby, I’m here, I whispered to her. I’m sorry for waking you, but I need you to find me. Can you do that for me, Claire? Can you track me by using our link?
No reply.
“Fuck,” I groaned, slamming my fist into the wall. If I didn’t get her up soon, our link would die. Permanently.
So I tried again.
And again.
Her name blossoming into a prayer inside my mind, my heart begging her to hear me, to focus, to come for me.
I’m not giving up, I told her. You will hear me. Now wake up, Claire. Wake. Up. Right. Now.
Claire
Mmm, I loved this dream.
Exos’s hands swam over my skin, heating my sides, my breasts, my throat. And Cyrus remained a cool presence at my back, his fingers trailing along the warmth to leave ice in their wake.
Hot and cold.
A torture underlined in delicious energy and followed by lips tracing every inch of my form. Both men were powerful, their elements playing with mine and building an inferno between my thighs.
They wanted to enter me at the same time.
Oh, it was wicked.
Could I let them?
Would I enjoy it?
Yes, they whispered in unison.
Oh God… I shuddered, the sensations overwhelming my mind and forcing me into awareness as I exploded in the silence of the night.
Alone.
With my hand between my legs.
“Shit,” I breathed, convulsing wildly from the orgasm I hadn’t expected to be real. “That’s new…” I collapsed onto the bed, the black sheets familiar and scented of Titus, not Cyrus or Exos.
I frowned. Why did that feel wrong? I’d dreamt of silky blue sheets, a stream running near the foot of the bed, and a handsome Water Fae with a talented tongue.
And Exos.
My heart panged at the thought, our connection hanging on by a bare thread. What happened when it severed?
Once broken, it cannot be reengaged, Exos’s voice was fluid in my mind and underlined in sadness. You have to find me, Claire. Before it’s too late.
But where are you? I wondered, terrified at the thought of losing him. You cut me off. I can’t feel you anymore. It hurt so much to say, to know that this was just another dream. I hate this.
I’m here, baby. I’ve been here all week.
I frowned. What? All week? When? How? Where?
And why did I smell like Cyrus?