“Anything.” He lifted his hand from my leg, holding it between us.
I pressed my palm to his and marveled at the stimulating connection. “More flowers?”
“If you want.” An electrical charge caressed the air, causing Titus to shift at my back. He didn’t leave but gave me space, allowing me to focus on the energy breathing life into my being.
The energy of Exos.
His spirit enticing mine.
“Think about something you want,” he encouraged. “And show me with your hand.”
“Anything?”
He grinned. “Within reason.”
“Okay.” I fell into the ocean of his gaze, drowning in all things Exos. Every inhale belonged to him. Every heartbeat. Every thought. He wanted me to create life. What would he enjoy? A pixie like Elana’s?
Or maybe something from my home.
Like a butterfly.
I pictured a winged creature, giving it pink wings with my mind, and felt my heart warm at the idea as my fingertips tingled.
Exos smiled in approval as a butterfly fluttered above our joined hands.
“What is that?” he asked softly. “Your version of a fairy?”
“It’s a butterfly.” I urged it to fly around the room, its wings glistening with life. “It likes flowers.”
“It’s beautiful.” He released me to tuck my hair behind my ears. “Just like you.” He pressed his lips to mine once more, the kiss a possession and a promise wrapped up in one. “See how long you can keep it flying around. My record for a conjured spirit is three months, if you want a goal.”
My lips parted. “Three months?”
He waggled his brows. “Consider it your first assignment, princess.” He nuzzled my nose and glanced over my shoulder at Titus. “I think I might enjoy playing professor for a few weeks.”
“We can teach her all sorts of things,” Titus agreed, drawing a finger down my spine. “But I do want a shower first.”
“You and me both,” Exos said, some sort of understanding passing between them.
I gasped, understanding dawning. They’re still turned on. “Wait, are you—”
Exos silenced me with his mouth, his tongue a familiar presence that scattered my thoughts. “Pleasuring you in the presence of another, I can handle. Watching you return that pleasure to a man who isn’t me? Absolutely not.”
“I agree,” Titus said. “And I can’t just leave the room, either.”
Exos nodded. “We’ll come up with a way to handle this. For now, I’ll settle on a shower.”
“There’s only one here,” I pointed out.
“Titus will go first while you show me what your butterfly can do. Then I’ll shower.”
“And me?” I asked, raising a brow. “When do I shower?”
Exos nodded. “You’re right. You should shower first while we watch, then Titus can go after you, and I’ll go last.”
I slapped his shoulder. “That’s not funny.”
“I didn’t say I was joking.”