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Vox was suddenly there, his mouth on mine, blowing air into my lungs, rejuvenating me with his essence as he lay alongside me. His arousal touched my hip, then Sol reached down to fist him. My Air Fae mate jolted, a growl vibrating his tongue against mine.

Goose bumps pebbled along my arms and legs, the lust of the two men overwhelming me in the best way.

I allowed them to take their pleasure, reveling in their need and letting it suffocate me beneath a cloud of ecstasy.

Sol sank his teeth into my shoulder as he came inside me, his seed hot and filling me with his earthy essence, while Vox shot off beside me, his cum a welcome substance against my skin.

But Titus had been right.

It wasn’t enough.

I needed more.

My mates who still wore clothes.

And I suddenly knew just what I needed to do to convince them to strip.

CLEVER LITTLE MATE, I thought, watching the minx roll around in the sheets, painting herself with Sol’s and Vox’s cum.

She’d started with a finger through her slick pussy, drawing Sol’s essence up her shaved mound to rub into her skin. Then she’d taken the remnants of Vox’s pleasure along her ribs and painted the rosy little peaks of her breasts.

I never would have thought my mate drenched in the cum of other men would turn me on, but here we were. And all I wanted to do was strip myself and add to the mess.

The tension radiating from my brother said he felt the same.

My tie was suddenly a little too tight. I loosened it while Claire watched, and her blue eyes flashed. “I know what you’re doing, baby,” I told her.

“Do you?” she asked, her tone falsely innocent as she dipped her hand between her legs again to slip her fingers through her pretty pink lips. Sol and Vox lounged on either side of her, content for the moment, while the rest of her mates stood around the bed with raging hard-ons,

fully clothed.

She brought her finger to her lips this time, groaning at the taste of her arousal mingling with Sol’s seed.

It left me wondering why we’d decided to play this game. All I wanted was to sink balls-deep into my female and force my name from that alluring mouth.

I pulled off my tie, and Cyrus mimicked the motion, then took the silk from my hands. I immediately understood his intention as he approached the bed. “Give me your hands, little queen.”

She smiled. “Only if you give me your shirt.”

He considered her for a moment, then dropped the ties onto the bed. “All right.” He shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it at Titus. The Fire Fae caught it and proceeded to destroy it with one of his hotter flames.

Cyrus smirked. “You’re going to pay for that later, Firefly.”

“I hate that nickname.”

“Oh, I know,” he returned as he unbuttoned his shirt. “It’s why I’ll forever call you by it.”

“Royal Jackass,” the Fire Fae muttered, the label one he seemed to use interchangeably between me and Cyrus. My brother adored it. I just rolled my eyes.

“Here you go, little queen,” Cyrus said, dropping his shirt on the bed for her. “Now give me your hands.”

Vox rolled over her to lie beside Sol, his gaze knowing as Cyrus took hold of Claire’s wrists and bound them with our ties. She’d known his intention as well, but the glimmer in her eye told me that had been her plan all along.

And as his pants went up in flames half a second later, I understood why. She’d used his brief touch as a way to overpower his water magic and destroy his clothes.

My lips curled, impressed.

Cyrus rewarded her with a kiss, his own amusement at her antics clear in the way he cradled her face while devouring her mouth.


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