by Lexi C. Foss
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.
Just as Sol maintained his possessive hold, his hand drifting from my cheek to the back of my neck to angle me to more thoroughly receive his kiss.
I lost myself to them, allowing them to guide me into the sensual act our bodies all craved.
Vox slid two fingers into me, his growl hot against my neck. “Fuck, Claire.”
“That’s exactly what I want you to do,” Sol replied, his teeth skimming my lower lip. “I want you to sink balls-deep into her sweet heat while she swallows my cock with this beautiful mouth.”
My blood heated with the illustration his crude words provided.
Over the years, Sol had really come into his own, taking charge where he wanted and always offering me the safety and warmth I craved.
He was my literal rock.
I kissed him again, my soul igniting into an inferno of need as Vox added a third finger below.
Sol pawed at my shoulders, dragging the straps of my dress down my arms to my wrists, successfully exposing my braless chest. He made a low noise of approval before palming both of my breasts and giving them a sensual squeeze. I arched into him, moaning his name, then falling into a groan from Vox’s stimulation between my legs.
“Oh, Fae,” I breathed, trembling from the onslaught of pressure building in my lower belly.
Only, my mates didn’t allow me to fall over the edge. Instead, they spun me around to push me down onto my desk, my hard nipples protesting against the wood.
I glanced over my shoulder, a complaint clawing up my throat, only for the words to go dry at the sight of Vox unzipping his black dress pants, his heated gaze on the space between my legs.
His arousal always undid me.
All of my mates had that impact.
Including Sol as he strolled around the desk to unfasten his own pants in front of me. His fingers feathered over my jaw before going to my hair, his brown-green eyes capturing mine to evaluate my acceptance.
Whatever he saw in my features must have confirmed it for him, because his touch shifted back into my hair, where he tangled his grip in my strands. He pulled me just a little bit to the side, lining my face up with his groin, while Vox stepped between my legs from behind.
Thank the Fae for the desk beneath me. It gave me the leverage and sturdiness I needed to make this possible.
“Open your mouth, little flower,” Sol said, his tone softer than a true command.
His girth had always proved a challenge for me to swallow—a challenge I very much enjoyed. Something I allowed him to see now as I held his gaze and moisturized my lips with my tongue.
Vox’s palms found my hips, his cock nudging my entrance as Sol slid into my mouth.
Their thrusts were gentle at first, their care for me evident in their steady pace. But as our arousals intensified, their movements grew faster and harder, Sol hitting the back of my throat while Vox slammed into me below.
It was dirty. Hot. Beautiful.
My senses were on fire from the surrounding autumn elements, all created by my mates for my personal enjoyment.
Vox breathed air around my stimulated form, his affinity stroking my clit in a breezy kiss that sent my soul soaring toward the clouds. Then Sol grounded me with his shaft, his earthy essence trickling down my throat in a prelude of what was to come.
I moaned and shook between them, overpowered by our connection, our mate-circle throbbing to life inside my heart and caressing each of my nerve endings.
Cyrus, Exos, and Titus were all aware of what was happening right now, and I could feel their collective intrigue. Titus sent fiery kisses to my spirit, reminding me of the hot strokes of his tongue against my clit last night. Cyrus whispered icy thoughts of cold promise, forcing me to recall how he’d used ice to counter Titus’s tongue, the dual sensations driving me mad.
And Exos’s soul stroked mine, his spiritual being joining Vox’s air essence against my sensitive center, causing me to cry out.
All of them were in me, even though it was only Sol and Vox in this room. But I felt us all playing together, climbing higher and higher to a climax that was going to split me in two.
Sol flexed his hips, sending himself even deeper into my throat, forcing me to take more of him. I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking him in time with my mouth.
Vox’s palms were brands against my hips, his long length hitting that spot deep inside me that elicited the most-addictive pleasure.
He knew how to angle himself just right, stroking me on repeat and shoving me closer… closer… closer…
I could feel them chasing me, their pleasures mounting in tandem with mine, dancing together on a plane of elemental existence only our mate-circle understood.
And then a wave of power crashed through us all, Cyrus sending a sensual push that threw all three of us over the cliff together into an oblivion underlined in passion and love.
Sol ground out a curse, Cyrus’s name on his tongue.
Vox groaned.
And I screamed around the shaft unloading down my throat.
It was intense and overwhelming and perfect, leaving me in a cloud of delirium I never wanted to surface from.
I swallowed everything Sol gave me. Squeezed every drop from Vox between my legs. And all but collapsed onto my desk.
The earthy scent of the autumn leaves provided a sweet stroke across my existence, alighting me from the inside out and leaving me blissfully pleased between my two mates.
Vox bent to kiss my shoulder, and Sol brushed his knuckles across my cheek as he carefully dislodged himself from my mouth.
I need a nap, I thought at them.
They both chuckled in reply, then Sol went to his knees before me to press his nose to mine. “You can nap on our way to the Human Realm. I’ll carry you.”
I started to nod, my eyes falling closed.
Then I remembered what I had to do when we got there and groaned—a sound that turned into a pleasant moan as Vox slipped out from between my legs. Every part of me tingled in reply, my body already preparing to go again.
Years of satisfying five mates had preconditioned me to accept multiple orgasms.
Not a bad life.
But it definitely became problematic when on a timetable such as this because there was no time for more sex.
You’re insatiable, little queen, Cyrus mused into my thoughts.
Stop reading my mind, I replied.
We’re reading your spirit, Exos corrected. You’re practically writhing in the spirit realm, begging to be fucked again.
I wonder why that is, I shot back.
No idea, Cyrus said, his voice the epitome of innocence.
Uh-huh, I drawled, shivering as Vox drew his fingers up the back of my thighs.
“Turn over, Claire,” he said. “We’ll clean you up with our mouths.”
Sol grinned, clearly in favor of that idea. “Yes, turn over, little flower. I’ll start with your breasts.”
Enjoy, Cyrus whispered across my mind, then disappeared as Vox and Sol took control of my body, moving me to my back and devouring me just like they’d promised.
By the time they were done, I couldn’t even remember my name.
Which was completely ok
ay.
Who needs a name anyway?
“WELL, our plan seems to be going well,” I said conversationally.
“She is usually pretty agreeable after a good fucking,” Titus agreed, his hand slipping into the pocket of his dress pants. He’d chosen to wear black slacks and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. No tie. It was the Fire Fae’s definition of professional attire.
Mine differed from his, my wardrobe containing over a dozen suits for occasions just like this. Exos maintained a similar style. Which was why we both stood in three-piece suits.
“Is everything in place for tonight?” my half brother asked, his sapphire gaze a much-darker shade of blue than my own icy irises. But we had the same blond hair, courtesy of our Spirit Fae mother.
“Yep,” Titus replied, the picture of ease with his windswept auburn locks and easygoing smile. “I have the keys to the cabin, River helped me stock the fridge with popular human food, and we moved the two king beds out of the bedrooms to push them together in the living area. Everything’s a go.”
I nodded. “Excellent. Now we just have to convince our little queen to accept the trials.”
“Let’s hope this meeting goes well,” Exos replied, his expression sharpening. “We need her to be happy and agreeable.”
“A few orgasms can help with that,” Titus drawled.
“Not if she’s unwilling to accept them,” Exos tossed back. “This idea means a great deal to her. It’s also important to us and our potential offspring.”
“We’re all aware of what’s at stake,” I murmured. “So let’s see who we can schmooze to pave the way for our mate’s success.”
Titus grimaced. “I’d rather just light the opposition on fire.”
“Let’s call that our backup plan, hmm?” I suggested.
The Fire Fae heaved a long-suffering sigh. “Fine. I’ll try the diplomatic route first. But if anyone so much as speaks out against Claire today, I’m setting them on fire.”
I considered pointing out how that could lead to a battle of fae powers in the Human Realm—which would be very bad—but decided not to comment.
Titus would do whatever the fuck he wanted, with or without our consent.
Trying to convince him otherwise was a futile task.
So I just shrugged and went back to surveying the crowd.
We were meeting on neutral ground in Greenland, where the Interrealm Fae Council maintained a territory shrouded in protection. The mortals had no idea this civilization existed; it was all hidden through a variety of fae magic.
To the mortal eye, this territory resembled an uninhabitable glacier. But once a fae traversed through the enchanted boundary, a city of warmth and color was revealed.
Not all fae chose to remain in their own kingdoms—a recent development encouraged through a variety of events—and several of those fae had chosen to reside here.
I wasn’t sure of the current population numbers, but it continued to rise.
We stood in the center of the city, near the main hall, where the Interrealm Fae Council chose to convene annually. Our mate wanted to start a school here for those with cross-species abilities, otherwise known as abominations.
Many fae were anti cross-species breeding because of the events of our past, but Claire was determined to fix the perception. She had several powerful allies on her side, including support from the Midnight Fae and Fortune Fae.
Claire felt that if abominations and Halflings had been more accepted as a society, her path to queendom would have been easier because she would have been welcomed and provided with the training she’d needed.
Her allies from the Midnight Fae and Fortune Fae kingdoms were also driven by personal reasons, most of which stemmed from their own trials in life.
Claire had presented her idea to their respective leadership first and had used their feedback for her presentation today. And I really could not wait to see my mate in action.
Speaking of my mate, I thought, smiling as she entered the grand hall with Sol and Vox on either side of her.
She headed right for me, her blue eyes holding a touch of the panic I felt radiating around her spirit. I immediately sent a reassuring squeeze through our bond, doing my best to calm her nerves.
“Do you have the letter?” she asked by way of greeting.
“You think I would forget it?” I countered, arching a brow.
“Cyrus.”
“Claire.”
She stared me down, and I stared her down right back. My little queen needed some fire, and if that meant pissing her off, so be it.
The letter she wanted was the formal request from the Elemental Fae to create the Interrealm Fae Academy. I also had a similar one from the Midnight Fae. The Fortune Fae were a bit more complicated, as they divided their territories up between Alpha leaders who ruled in equal measure with their Omegas, so Gina would only be speaking on behalf of her region and would confer with the other Omegas afterward. Although, I doubted any would challenge a revered Omega like Gina.
All the other realms would require similar agreement or would forfeit their involvement in the school.
Please don’t do this, Claire whispered into my thoughts. I need your support right now, not a fight.
What you need is to remember who you are, I countered through our mental link. You’re a queen, Claire. Now lift your chin and show off that regal neck of yours. Maybe I’ll reward you with a kiss.
She narrowed her gaze.
I merely arched my brow back.
Was I being an ass? Yes. Was it distracting her from her nerves? Also yes.
She stepped into my personal space to start searching my jacket pockets for the letter, her hands roaming all over my torso and causing my lips to twitch with amusement. “Where is it?” she demanded, a hint of hysteria touching her gaze.
I caught her chin and held her gaze. “Breathe,” I told her. Don’t let anyone see you panic, Claire. You need to walk into that meeting like you own the room. This is a brilliant idea. Fucking own it.
Her nostrils flared. How can I do that if you left the letter at home?
I didn’t leave it at home, little queen. I kept it safe, just like you asked, and I’ll present it when you request it during the meeting. I released her jaw to cup her cheek. Where is all this anxiety coming from, Claire? What are you afraid of?
That they’re going to hate this idea, she whispered back at me. That… that they won’t accept me or the school. Which is exactly what I don’t want to happen to anyone else in my position.
I pressed my lips to hers, hiding the tears welling in her eyes. She just needed this moment to bolster her strength, and so I provided it with my mouth while the others closed ranks around us, ensuring no one could see our queen’s nervousness over this proposal.
It meant a lot to her on a personal level, making this more emotional overall. I understood that. But I needed her to understand that queens bowed to no one.
“You will go into that room and show them what a queen looks like,” I told her softly. “I won’t accept anything less from you, Claire.”
She swallowed. “What if they hate it?”
“Then you change their minds.”
Her blue eyes sparkled, the tears bleeding into something more passionate. “I don’t accept a negative answer,” she said slowly. “I make them say yes.”
“Exactly,” I replied. “They’re not allowed to say no.”
“They’re not allowed to say no,” she repeated, nodding with me. “Okay.”
“Okay,” I echoed back at her, pressing my lips to hers once more. “You’re going to be magnificent, little queen. And we’re all here if you need us.”
“Thank you,” she murmured, a hint of color staining her pale complexion. Not embarrassed, but excited. “I can do this.”
“I know you can,” I agreed. “Kick their asses. And if anyone opposes, Titus will light them on fire.”
“Damn right I will,” he said, nodding b
ehind her.
Claire giggled. “That’s not very diplomatic.”
The Fire Fae rolled his eyes. “Fae, you sound just like Cyrus and Exos.”
“I personally take that as a compliment,” my brother replied, his sapphire gaze alight with approval as he studied our mate.
I released her, aware of what he wanted, and watched as he pulled her into a reassuring kiss. Titus grabbed her next, then Sol, and finally Vox, leaving our little queen winded and breathless by the end.
But she looked ready to slay.
“I’m ready,” she said.
“I know,” I replied. “Lead the way, little queen.”
CLAIRE RESEMBLED a goddess as she answered questions from the head of the table, her stature poised and confident, her expression jubilant.
My mate was born for leadership, just like Exos and Cyrus, who both stood beside her now.
I hung out in the back, observing everyone and monitoring Claire’s mood through our bond. All this council shit wasn’t for me. I preferred to handle discord with my fists, not clever words, thus making it a good thing Claire had mates like Exos, Cyrus, and Vox for balance.
“I don’t like the way that Shifter Fae is acting around our mate,” Sol grumbled beside me, his eyes on the vibrant-haired male talking to Claire.
“He’s a peacock,” Vox replied. “It’s in his nature to strut like that.”
“Well, if he keeps cocking his head like that, he’s going to become a featherless bird,” Sol muttered back at him. “Actually, isn’t that what River said to cook for Thank You Day?”
“He said we need a turkey,” Vox corrected. “And I think it’s called Thanks Day, without the ‘you.’ ”
“Thanks Day, then. But what’s the difference between a peacock and a turkey?” Sol asked.
“I… I don’t know.” Vox glanced around the big guy to look at me. “What’s the difference between a peacock and a turkey? They’re both birds, right?”
“How the fuck would I know?” I wasn’t the chef in our mate-circle. I also knew nothing about human food.
“We’ll have to ask River,” Vox said.
