Titus chuckled against my ear. “Focus, sweetheart.” He scissored his fingers. “You’ll need to disrobe all of us if you want us to fuck you.”
“Or Sol and Vox can do it for you,” I replied on a moan, my body undulating wantonly between them all.
“You’d prefer I fuck Titus?” Cyrus taunted, sending a wave of heat through my veins as the mental image appeared in my mind.
They were always bickering, the sexual tension between them off the charts. And the idea of Cyrus bending Titus over and driving into him? Yeah, that had my thighs clenching around Sol in severe anticipation.
“I hope you brought lube, Firefly,” Cyrus murmured, his icy gaze full of wicked intent.
“Not happening, Royal Jackass,” Titus returned, his teeth skimming my throat. “But you’re welcome to suck my cock.”
“I only kneel for Claire,” Cyrus replied, his expression heating. “However, I would consider a temporary position, if that’s her desire.”
I groaned at the thought, my climax mounting as Sol pushed me over the edge with his tongue. And then I was too busy kissing Vox to understand up from down.
My mates were consuming me, just like they always did. Throwing out hot suggestions one moment and distracting me the next.
I tried to focus on one task, only to be thrown headfirst into another as Titus carried me to the bed. “Spread your legs for Sol,” he demanded. “We’ll see if his cock is enough to satisfy you.”
Clothes, I thought. I have to remove their clothes.
That was the game… tonight’s challenge… to see if I could focus long enough to disrobe them.
And when I won, they’d reward me with their bodies.
Sol climbed over me, his muscles rippling as he bent to suck my nipple into his mouth before sliding in between my thighs. “So wet,” he mused, nibbling a path up to my jaw. “Wrap your stems around me, little flower.”
My thighs cradled him as I hooked my ankles against his ass, urging him forward. He took it for the invitation it was, filling me to the hilt and stretching me deliciously around him. I arched, my sensitive insides protesting the invasion while also squeezing him in warm welcome, begging for more.
It was such a conundrum.
My mates had taught me how to receive hours of pleasure, all of them able to take me over and over again without growing tired.
It was a whole new definition of stamina that made me all the more thankful for my fae half.
Sol captured my mouth in a searing kiss, his body bathing me in an earth scent underlined in heat and sex. Vitality blossomed inside me, embracing my spirit and grounding me thoroughly in the moment of his clear claim.
Only, fire danced along my arms, followed by a trickle of water that reminded me I had other mates waiting.
They were teasing me.
Watching Sol fuck me.
Engaging my elements and forcing me to play their game.
I groaned, a cataclysm of eroticism ripping through my soul and calling my elements to the surface.
Air.
Water.
Earth.
Fire.
Spirit.
All of them danced through the room, crawling along the walls in real vines decorated with pink butterflies and fiery embers. Water swirled with the flames, dancing to the same pace as Sol’s hips, and heat erupted in my lower belly as another orgasm shredded my ability to breathe.