Tilting my head, I accepted his offer and moaned as Titus dipped his finger into my weeping sex. Exos took advantage of my groan, his tongue sneaking inside to begin a dance that set my body on fire. Not in the way Titus had last night, but in an entirely new way. This touch was underlined with spirit, energizing me in a way no one else could.
The combination of elements left me wired and hot and rejuvenated. I felt unstoppable, protected, adored.
How is this my life?
Oh, who the hell cares? Stop thinking!
I had no idea where that last voice came from, but I listened to it and indulged in the sensation flourishing between the three of us. I thread my fingers through Exos’s thick, ash-blond hair, holding him to me as he devoured my mouth. My other hand went to lie over Titus’s as he explored me intimately, his fingers knowing and sizzling against my flesh.
Fire and spirit dueled inside me, both tugging on different nerves and exciting a maelstrom of activity throughout my body. I shook beneath the onslaught, overwhelmed and consumed by both men and the gift of their touch.
Exos cupped my breast, his thumb brushing my nipple and sending a jolt of electricity through my bloodstream. Then he nipped my lower lip, his eyelids lifting to reveal a pair of glowing irises. “Your arousal is invigorating,” he whispered. “I’ve never felt anything like it.”
He kissed me again before I could reply, his fingers pinching my nipple. I arched back into Titus, gasping at the fierce contact. His lips went to my neck, kissing and nibbling, while his hand continued to work beneath mine,
his fingers stroking a desperate need between my legs. “Are you going to show Exos how beautiful you are when you come, sweetheart?” he asked against my skin, his voice husky and dark. “I think he’s jealous that I saw it first.”
I shuddered, the flames inside dying to be released.
Then Exos shifted, his mouth leaving mine to kiss my jaw and then lower to my breast. His hand went to my thigh, lifting it to rest against his hip.
I gasped as his lips closed around my nipple, the heat of his tongue a brand against my skin.
Fuck.
I squirmed between them, the dual sensations sparking a volcano inside my core that throbbed for release. “Exos,” I breathed, my grip tightening in his hair.
Titus nipped my neck, his finger driving deep and eliciting a scream from me that resembled his name. I panted both of their names in succession, confused and aroused and needy as hell. I didn’t know whom to focus on—Exos at my breast or Titus’s hand between my thighs. Both were so, so good. So perfect. So mine.
I gave in to that little voice that told me not to think, not to consider the complications of the moment. And I let go completely, enjoying the way they handled me, the way they encouraged my power to flourish between us.
Exos skimmed his teeth across my stiff peak, forcing my gaze to his. A knowing gleam blazed in his irises, his soul seducing mine into an intimate dance that forced me out of this plane of existence.
The tension building inside me unraveled, sending me spiraling into an oblivion of elements that thundered through the room. Incomprehensible words left my mouth, my limbs locking in pleasure, stars bursting before my eyes.
Intense.
Perfection.
Addictive.
I wanted more. I craved a deeper outlet, a more passionate understanding, a mating. The realization caused me to tremble, my heart skipping a beat. What are they doing to me?
“Balancing you,” Exos whispered, licking a path back up to my lips. I must have spoken the words out loud. Or maybe he read them from my eyes. “We’ll help you learn how to fly with steady wings, beautiful, when you’re ready. But for now, we’ll keep you grounded in the only ways we know how.”
“I can feel the bond,” I marveled, finally sensing it for the first time. “It makes me want more.”
“I know.” He kissed me softly while Titus slowly drew his hand from between my legs, the dampness of my arousal creating a wet path across my skin. It left me quivering, stirring a desire for another round. I felt insatiable, needy, and undeniably smitten.
“We’ll take it slow,” Titus spoke against my ear. “Teach you about our world, our customs, our powers. To make sure it’s what you really want, Claire.”
“Handling both of us won’t be easy,” Exos agreed, his lips moving against mine. “That’s what the courtship is about—learning about the other and deciding if it’s what both parties want. For that, you need a stronger comprehension of your abilities and this world. But we have time. And we’ll start training immediately.”
Titus kissed my shoulder. “He means after a shower.”
Exos’s lips twitched. “No, I meant now.” He kissed me again, his aura calling to mine on an intimate level that left me shaking against him. “Create something with me, princess.”
“Like what?” I breathed, captivated by the swirling blue of his irises.