Maybe dream would do. Because for a moment, I struggled to believe any of this was real, until my mouth closed around the bulbous head of Sol’s cock. Because that had to be real. It was too big, too thick, to be fake.
And, oh my, this would be fun inside me later. Maybe not tonight, but at some point. Hopefully.
For now, I indulged in tasting him.
Stroking my tongue up and down his massive length and trying to take as much of him as I could into my mouth.
He groaned, my name a warning on the air as energy sizzled around us. Vox was already there, stroking the power, issuing his brand of control, but it wasn’t what Sol needed.
I met his gaze—a gaze that had turned a metallic copper as his element seeped from him in broken, golden tendrils. I’d opened some sort of deeper connection, one tied directly to our consummating of the first level of our bond, and he seemed to be struggling to maintain it. The ground trembled, warning that if Sol didn’t find an outlet soon, he would release the magic into the world.
Magic meant for me.
With a firm grip on his shaft, I ran my tongue up the length of him, eliciting a deep noise that made my insides curl with pleasure. His hands fisted at his sides as he struggled to keep control, tugging hard on Vox’s energy that kept that door latched closed and not blown wide open.
Hmm, that won’t do.
I sensed what he needed, understood it on a supernatural level after bonding with water, spirit, and fire.
Sol needed to unravel.
To push his element into mine and receive some of my earth magic in return.
And the only way to do that was to make him feel comfortable. To ease him into the earthquake waiting to erupt.
I took as much of him in my mouth as I could fit, running the length of him into my throat and then licking my way up and over the head, lapping at the salty droplet that formed.
“Claire,” he warned, his control slipping as the ground shook again.
Not enough, some part of me whispered. More.
And not just from Sol.
No.
I needed Vox.
His wild eyes met mine, his thirst palpable. He liked what I was doing to Sol, and given the way he stroked himself through his pants, he was imagining me doing the same to him.
Only, that was not where I wanted him.
Fuck, this is wanton, I thought. But I pushed the human voice down, chasing my elements through the fae realm instead.
And said what I needed to say.
“I need you inside me, Vox.”
His eyes flashed with hesitation, but Titus sent a gust of heat to slap some sense into him. “Trust her,” he said, no doubt in his voice. He knew what I wanted to do. He sensed how my elements were screaming at a fever pitch, and I could leash all of my mates to my desires if they just gave in to me. It didn’t matter how powerful they all were.
I could show them freedom like they’d never known.
How, I couldn’t say.
I just knew I could.
Vox swallowed but slipped out of the remainder of his clothes, revealing a lithe, muscular body that made my mouth water. Dark hair unfurled over his shoulders,
and dark eyes watched me with unmatched attention. Even his cock was graceful, arching just slightly at an angle that I knew would feel heavenly inside of me.