“By trick-or-treating?” I suggested.
His lips curled. “How about we skip the trick part and get right to the treat?” He grabbed my hips and pulled me up onto the counter of the kitchen. “We’ll indulge in your sweetness first. Then you can indulge in ours.”
“We?” I repeated on a breath. “Ours?”
“You didn’t think I’d leave them out of our conception night, did you?” he asked, his hands sliding up my thighs and beneath my skirt, pushing it to my hips. “We’re a mate-circle, little queen. I might be the one planting my seed tonight, but you can bet we’re all going to be inside you in some way.”
My heart skipped a beat. “None of you have slept.”
“We don’t need sleep to properly fuck you,” he countered, his lips sealing over mine. “Now lie down. It’s our turn to eat.”
CLAIRE’S BODY glistened with sex, her drowsy gaze catching mine as she lounged like some sort of erotic offering on the bed between all her mates.
I’d tasted her first, giving her a quick orgasm with my tongue before I stepped back and allowed the others to prepare her. Her comments regarding her broken insides were long erased by hours of proof to the contrary.
Now she beckoned me with a sweet smile, aware of what I intended to do next.
Exos sucked her nipple into his mouth while Vox laved her other tit.
Titus licked between her legs while Sol combed his fingers through her hair, his lips reverent as he kissed her temple, her forehead, and then her lips.
But as he pulled away, I found her gaze again, the heated orbs an invitation.
She was ready.
And so was I.
You’re overdressed, she murmured into my mind.
Am I? I began unknotting my tie. Perhaps you should help me out of my clothes, little queen.
Titus chose that moment to draw his teeth over her clit, causing her to jolt and shoot flames from her fingertips. I caught them in a glove of water, extinguishing the burn, and created a mist around us that set the tone for our joining.
We’d moved Claire from the kitchen to our bedroom hours ago, the entire floor a mattress made for our weekly gatherings.
The windows were covered in curtains. Vines and flowers decorated the wall. And the ceiling was enchanted by spirit magic, the winking lights reminding me of stars.
Claire writhed beneath it all, her moans music to my ears. I tossed my tie to the pile of clothes in the corner and kicked off my shoes and socks. My mate watched with lazy anticipation, her pupils dilated with desire.
She murmured something through her bonds to the other males, causing them to back away just enough for her to kneel before me. My lips curled at the wantonness playing over her gorgeous features.
I knew what she intended.
And there wasn’t a chance in hell I was about to stop her.
She grabbed my belt and threaded it through the loops before dropping it at her side. Then she grasped my button-down shirt and yanked it out of my slacks to expose my lower abdomen. Her lips met my skin, lighting my being on fire from that touch alone.
My dick pulsed in response, ready to play.
But I let her take her time, exploring me with her tongue as she slowly unfastened my pants and pulled down the zipper.
A subtle push sent them down my legs, followed by my boxers as she freed my cock to her mouth.
She didn’t ask or comment, just took my throbbing head into her mouth and swallowed me down as far as her throat allowed.
“Fuck, Claire,” I groaned, fisting my fingers in her hair. “Do that again and I won’t have anything left to give you.”
Her blue eyes flared as she met my gaze, her cheeks hollowing around my shaft in a delicious caress that nearly sent me to my knees.