He joined us on the bed, his hands clasping my hips. “You’re sure?” he asked, his eyes alight with a fresh need that rivaled Sol’s.
Sol, who was looking down at me in awe as he balanced himself on his elbows.
Oh…
Could I contain them all?
“Yes,” I breathed, pressing my backside into Vox as I took Sol deep into my mouth.
“For the love of the fae,” Vox whispered, his arousal meeting mine.
And then he was there.
Entering me.
Filling me to completion.
And unleashing a pleasurable storm inside of me, reminiscent of a hurricane. His knowing fingers found my clit as he set a rhythm, one that rivaled my mouth. He breathed out a gust of rapture, his magic sweeping over me and sending my hair flying.
I captured that power and pushed it into Sol.
The giant of a man groaned when I stroked down hard, following my fingers with my mouth. I reached for Titus as my tongue tasted the earth, copper and peach mixing with the blissful motes of air that fueled my body as Vox increased his thrusts, sliding in and out of me, his control losing its distinct edge as he panted, his pleasure slipping through our bond as he let go and trusted me to hold on to the three strands of elemental power that sank their teeth into me.
Yes.
I found Titus’s cock ready for me, hot against my fingers that had been cooled with Vox’s power. I pumped him hard, twisting to follow my movements with my mouth. Titus groaned and his fire burst into the air, engulfing all three of us in a cocoon of warmth and making my skin glow red.
Vox reached around my middle and hauled me against his chest, his lips going to my neck as he continued to thrust into me, his pants hot against my ear as his air took on Titus’s element.
With me as the conduit, they could share their power and gain the balance that settled into my very being.
Sol sensed what I was doing and loosened his control another fraction, stirring a quake in the most intimate of places between my legs and forcing me closer to the edge of oblivion. His fingers wove through my hair as he joined me on that ledge, his yearning taking over, and danced with me on the precipice.
So close.
My body screamed with the need, my elements roaring through my system.
But it was Titus grabbing my breast that sent us all crashing over into a maelstrom of euphoria. Male groans rent the air, the ground literally shifting around us as fire consumed the room, only to be wrapped up in Vox’s tornado of an element, and grounding us in a heaping pile on the bed.
I shook, my limbs practically numb from the intensity. My lips swollen. My body well used.
“Claire,” Titus breathed reverently, pulling me toward his sweaty chest. “You’re…”
My skin glimmered with a contortion of elements. Fire, wind, and earth sent a rainbow of color cascading through the room, and my breath misted the air with sparkling power. My ears itched at the tips, and I palmed at one absently, finding it pointed.
My inner fae had finally taken over.
I’m no longer Claire.
I was passion, wild, taming the three elements that threatened to explode.
And I craved more.
I wanted Sol inside me next. Titus in my mouth. And Vox in my hands.
I said as much out loud, eliciting masculine chuckles through the bedroom, which gave way to heated gazes and warm touches. Because they wanted it, too.
Mine.