And it was on my knees, worshiping this goddess of a fae with my tongue.
Claire
I’d never felt anything like this before. So many elements tugged at me, begging me to devour and to be devoured.
Titus caressed me with licks of tantalizing flames across my bare chest.
Sol kissed me again, this time harder, his palm locked around my neck.
And Vox.
Oh, fuck, Vox.
His tongue unraveled me below, causing my hips to undulate in the most wanton of ways. And while part of me couldn’t believe I’d just indulged myself in a foursome, my fae side overruled.
This was my life now. Where I should be. With these males. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The world around me began to crumble, pleasure overcoming right and wrong, as Vox’s mouth sent me soaring into the clouds of ecstasy. So different from the others, and yet just as consuming in an entirely unique way. His air magic caressed mine, intensifying our connection and amplifying the moment, and when I finally opened my eyes, it was to find him grinning up at me. The silver band around his irises practically glowed, so full of power—power I felt bolstering my own.
And then I was kissing Sol again. His grip felt possessive and right around my throat, but I craved more. His opposite palm finally went to my breast, his hips pressing into my backside. The impressive length of his erection sent a thrill down my spine, spiking my curiosity. He was a big man. Rock hard, too. And I wondered how far that trait stretched…
My palm slid backward, exploring his muscled thigh, making me wish the men were as naked as me.
Titus seemed to sense my unspoken desire, because I felt him remove his shirt, the heat of his skin basking against mine. Then he took one of my nipples into his mouth while Vox continued to play between my legs, and the room spun once more.
So much pleasure.
So much sensation.
So much power.
I felt it swirling around me, the energy invigorating my soul. I no longer feel human, I realized. I felt… fae.
And I… I loved it.
Sol released me to Titus, his tongue sliding inside as his hand replaced the one previously grasping my throat, and Vox’s mouth left my warmth below.
They didn’t give me a moment to question it, all three of them guiding me toward the bedroom. Clothes seemed to be disappearing as we moved. And it should have terrified me, but I didn’t feel an ounce of fear. Only acceptance.
My mates.
It had to be fae magic overruling reason. But Cyrus was right. In this world, I could indulge without judgment.
Yes.
The soft mattress of my bed met my back, Titus stepping away to unfasten his jeans without removing them.
Sol had lost his shirt.
Vox, too.
But all of them still had on their pants, their hungry gazes roaming over my body.
“This feels unfair,” I said, narrowing my gaze.
Sol’s lips quirked upward. “Not from where I’m standing, little flower.” He pressed his palms to my knees, spreading them wide. “It seems more than fair to me.”
“Yeah?” Titus tried to play a similar game with me in the kitchen once. He’d lost. And Sol would, too.