My lips followed the traces of my exhale, running a wet line down her nape and over the crest of one breast. She arched into me, and I sucked her taut peak into my mouth, eliciting a cry from deep within her throat.
An explosion of air followed, whirling around us.
She needed more. So. Much. More.
My hands fell to her hips, pushing her back into Sol’s solid form. He immediately grasped her shoulders, causing her lids to flutter closed.
Power.
The best kind of distraction.
“Titus,” I said, running my fingers along the top of her jeans.
He smiled, sending a flicker of flame down the seams on either side of her legs. She sighed beneath the energy, completely unfazed by him undressing her. She’d tilted her head back to receive Sol’s kiss, her mouth parting for him. One of his palms slid to grasp her throat, holding her to him as he indulged her thoroughly.
I concentrated on her exposed curves, swirling energy around her stiff peaks and teasing her pale skin. Then I sent the breeze lower to peel away her now loose pants.
“Claire,” I breathed, shocked to find her bare beneath.
Beautiful.
Smooth.
Perfection.
She shivered, only to sigh as Titus ran
a wave of heat over her skin. His power mingled with mine over her breasts, an indication for me to move lower—and I did.
I went to my knees, kissing her along the way.
Her fingers wove into my hair again, her opposite hand seeming to reach for Titus.
A cohesive unit, coming together, in one elemental tornado.
I never would have expected this. Never thought to desire it. But now I knew that I’d never dream of anything but this.
“Taste her,” Titus urged me, then took her away from Sol for a kiss of his own.
I met the Earth Fae’s burning gaze over her shoulder, saw the raw need flourishing inside him, the desire for him to watch me indulge Claire.
And I couldn’t resist.
Both for him and for me, and even for her.
Fuck. She tasted like those fruit trees he kept planting. Peaches. And, oh God, I needed more. I slid my tongue through her folds, drinking my fill of her sweetness and reveling in the tremors my strokes elicited from her core.
Her moan thickened my cock.
Her throaty purr excited my heart.
And the way she gave herself over to the three of us had my soul soaring.
For the first time in my life, I felt free.
Complete.
Where I needed to be.