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“You like it?” Vox asked softly, his chest caressing my back as he sandwiched me between him and Sol.

“It was Vox’s idea,” my earth mate said, a note of annoyance in his tone. “He made me create all those pumpkins just for Titus to gut them.”

“And we’re making a pie from it all,” Vox added, his tone excited. “River gave us a recipe to try. I’ve already started the process back at home.”

“Pumpkin pie.” I couldn’t hold back the excitement in my voice. “Are we… are we going to have Thanksgiving this year?” We’d never really celebrated it before.

“We’re looking into it,” Sol replied, reaching up to twirl one of my blonde strands around his finger. “But we want to focus on Halloween first.”

“Yes, definitely Halloween,” Vox murmured, his lips falling to my neck. “A very memorable Halloween.”

My brow furrowed. “What do you mean? The fae don’t celebrate Halloween

.”

“That doesn’t mean we can’t,” my air mate whispered against my ear before nibbling on the lobe. “Do you like your decorations, Claire?”

“I love them.” I tried to face him, but his hands landed on my hips, forcing me to remain in place.

Sol’s touch drifted from my hair to my cheek, his massive palm cupping my jaw with his trademark tenderness. “Did we get it all right, little flower?”

The ghostly skeleton chose that moment to whisper through the room, disappearing into a wall. My cheeks began to burn from smiling so hard. “It’s all perfect,” I said, meaning it. “But I don’t understand why you did this.”

“Can’t we do something nice for our mate?” Vox asked, his lips tracing the column of my neck.

“You always do nice things for me,” I replied, leaning into Sol’s palm and elongating my throat a little more for Vox’s mouth.

“Then this shouldn’t be a surprise,” Vox replied.

“But it’s a lot more than we usually do.” Last year, I just had a pumpkin on my desk. Then I’d gone a little overboard on Christmas decorations shortly after because I’d needed a little human fix. I intended to do it all over again this year, and being surrounded by autumn remnants now only made me more excited to play with winter-themed ornaments and spice up our homes with holiday cheer.

That was the upside to having multiple places to stay—it gave me that much more to decorate.

“Maybe we want to make this year extra special.” Vox’s mouth returned to my ear. “Our mate-circle is turning five years old soon.”

“Yes,” Sol agreed, his earthy gaze following the movement of his thumb as he drew a line across my bottom lip. “Consider this an anniversary gift of sorts.”

“An early one,” Vox whispered, his tone eliciting a trail of goose bumps along my skin.

I melted into them, their seductive touches lulling me into a sense of peace only my mates could inspire. They were doing this to put me at ease, to ensure I was entirely relaxed for the Interrealm Fae Council meeting.

This was just one of the many reasons why I loved them.

They always knew what I needed, their intuition tied to their abilities to read my thoughts and mine theirs. But I sensed they were hiding something from me now. Some sort of big surprise.

I didn’t pry because I wanted to enjoy whatever they had in store for me.

Sol rewarded my acquiescence with a kiss, his tongue sliding in to slowly dominate mine in a thorough and powerful way that was all him.

Vox nipped my shoulder, his hands drawing the fabric of my dress upward, the silk tickling my thighs along the way. “She’s not wearing underwear again,” he said as he revealed my hips.

“Naughty, Claire,” Sol said, then took my mouth once more before I could reply.

You guys keep ripping off my underwear, I said into their minds. It’s much more economical to go commando.

“Mmm, we’re not complaining,” Vox said, his palm flattening against my thigh before sliding toward my center.

His touch was always like this—precise and knowing.


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