Elemental Fae Holiday: A Why Choose Paranormal Romance (Elemental Fae Academy Book 4)

by Lexi C. Foss

  She threaded her fingers through the Fire Fae’s auburn locks, her wrists still glued together from the silk ties. Cyrus caught her hands and gently pulled them over her head. Sol clamped his palm over hers, holding them down against the pillows while Cyrus drew his fingers down her arms.

  It was all so harmonious after years of playing with our mate. While we often took turns, frequently desiring nights alone with her as well, we still enjoyed moments like this. It just didn’t happen as much as we would like.

  Vox, Titus, and Sol resided with Claire at Elemental Fae Academy. Cyrus misted back and forth between the Academy and the Water Kingdom, sometimes taking Claire with him for brief visits. And I maintained my residence in the Spirit Kingdom but ventured back to the Academy for our group nights.

  It worked for us.

  Claire always spent one night a week alone with me in the Spirit Kingdom, just as she went to Cyrus for a night as well. Then Titus, Vox, and Sol all had their own evening with her at the Academy. And then we would have two full days as a mate-circle.

  Which typically ended in a similar activity to the one unfolding on the bed.

  “Straddle Titus,” Cyrus demanded as the Fire Fae lay on his back beside Sol. Vox had propped himself up onto his elbow to watch, while the Earth Fae lounged lazily on the pillows, his protective gaze on Claire. He always ensured her safety, just as I guarded the entire circle. It was why I still stood fully clothed, watching the events play out.

  I’d join last.

  I almost always did.

  My groin tightened as Claire lithely rolled onto Titus’s hips, her body reminiscent of a goddess. Which was an apt description, given her control over all five elements.

  She was a true queen.

  A beauty.

  A wonder in the world of fae.

  And she was mine.

  I licked my lips, loving the way her breasts swayed as she rocked her hips to guide Titus inside her. The Fire Fae hissed out a breath, his hands clamping down on her slender waist to hold her in place. Cyrus removed her silk binds, then threaded his fingers in her voluminous hair and guided her down to Titus’s waiting mouth.

  The two of them engaged in a kiss defined by their affinity for fire. I felt it heating the air, engaging my secondary ability for the element. Cyrus battled it with his water, dousing each of the embers before they could reach his fair skin. Then he moved behind Claire to line himself up with her ass.

  Titus had already prepared her, something we all knew he’d done for Cyrus.

  The two of them had bonded in an unexpected way over the years, their penchant for double-penetrating Claire well known and respected in our circle. Sometimes I joined them and took her mouth, but not tonight.

  I wanted her last.

  To make love to her.

  To soothe her.

  To adore her.

  She’d done so well today at the Interrealm Fae Council meeting. My chest warmed with the memory, my pride radiating through the bond as she accepted Cyrus’s thrust. Her pleasure shot through our link, her back arching at the impact of both men inside her. Titus palmed her tits while my brother wrapped his arm around her middle, holding her to him as he pushed deep into her backside.

  Then he grabbed her hair and angled her head back for a kiss, providing the most erotically beautiful image for us all to observe.

  Our mate being fucked at both ends.

  Her tits cupped by a Fire Fae.

  Her tongue claimed by a Water Fae King.

  Sol and Vox were already aroused again, the sight of their mate’s pleasure an aphrodisiac none of us could ignore. The fact that Cyrus and Titus knew how to turn her into a work of art only added to the experience.

  They didn’t hold back, taking her with an abandon that made her scream against Cyrus’s mouth.

  I unbuttoned the top of my too-tight pants, my stomach clenching with a need I barely contained. I needed her more than I needed to breathe. But I held myself back, valuing my control, guarding her while she lost herself to utter bliss between the two mates fucking her.

  She created such a stunning sight, her body made for sex, made for this, made for us.

  I sent a trail of fire down her abdomen to her clit, sending her over the edge with Titus right behind her. And then Cyrus growled, his body emptying inside her, the three of them riding out an orgasmic experience that all of us felt through our connections.

  It was so intensely intimate that I almost came myself. Sol started lazily stroking himself in response. Vox just stared at the others, his silver-rimmed black gaze filled with rapturous intent.

  But it was my turn to play.

  Claire glanced at me with lust-blown pupils, her cheeks blushing with a mixture of exertion and excitement. Her power flared, her fire trying to destroy my clothes once more. But I shielded myself from her, desiring a proper fight that only my mate could provide.

  She didn’t disappoint, taking me to the spirit plane, where our souls thrived, and engaging me in a seductive twist of enchanting warmth.

  I smiled, intrigued, and pulled her toward the source, longing to test her abilities and overall control. She yanked back. Then I jumped away and she followed, frolicking inside our special place while our bodies remained in the Human Realm with everyone else.

  Cyrus lurked nearby, his spirit energy drawn into the playground on impulse alone. We were both sons of a Spirit Fae Royal, and most Spirit Fae had access to more than one element. His secondary element was water because of his royal father. My secondary gift was fire, which was how I battled Claire in the physical plane. But my soul belonged to the spirit element, where I often made her bow.

  Except she seemed hell-bent on bringing me to my knees tonight, her flirtatious movements brushing along my side, alighting a trail of yearning in her wake.

  You’re getting good at this, princess, I whispered into her mind. Even royally fucked and exhausted, you’re still putting up a decent challenge.

  I learned from the best, she breathed back at me, her energy signature humming along mine once more.

  She was beautiful here in her ethereal state, her essence holding a touch of pink tonight. Her happiness warmed my heart. But it was the red spot at her center that I desired—her passion and need.

  I took a step toward the bed, aware of our surroundings in the cabin. Her eyes had fallen closed, her other mates giving us a little bit of space for this spiritual embrace. Cyrus lay to her left, his head on her pillow. Titus was on the right. Sol and Vox rested on Cyrus’s other side.

  A beautiful sight, welcoming me into the fold.

  But I remained in the spiritual realm as well, chasing her all over the field near the source of my power. Most fae couldn’t play this close to the anchor of our element. However, I wasn’t most fae. Elemental Fae Kings were the conduit of our respective sources, and I maintained the spirit entity. As my mate, Claire could access it as well, which she proved now by darting even closer to the blinding light.

  I anticipated her next move, though, and stepped into her path to catch her. She giggled, then melted into my essence, providing me with the most intimate kiss our kind could ever experience.

  We weren’t physically touching but mentally embracing.

  And it nearly sent me to my knees.

  Please, Exos, she pleaded into my mind. I want you.

  You always want me.

  I do, she agreed, ignoring my arrogance. But tonight, I need you. She leaned into me, her spirit weaving through mine and creating an intimate braid I would never be able to detach myself from. Not because I lacked the power to do so—I could easily dismantle it—but because I refused to ever unknot our souls. We were made for each other, and I proved it now by allowing her power to rush over me, to dissolve my clothes in the present.

  You know I love you when I let you destroy one of my favorite suits, I whispered into her mind as I knelt onto the bed between her splayed legs. Are you ready for me, baby?

  Yes, she replied, reaching blin
dly for me. Fuck me, Exos.

  I bent to press a kiss to her mound. Maybe I want to eat you instead.

  I need you inside me.

  Do you? I asked, sliding a finger into her slick heat. Like this?

  More.

  I added another finger. Better?

  Exos.

  Claire.

  She growled, and it was the most adorable sound. I nipped her clit in response, then licked a path up to her generous tits. She groaned beneath my touch, her fingers weaving through my hair as she yanked me fully out of the spirit realm and to the cabin around us. I could usually play in both realities, but I felt her need for my complete physical touch.

  Our souls were already bound.

  Now she wanted to unite our bodies.

  I prowled over her, then took her mouth in a kiss meant to bruise. She accepted my cruelty, my love, my need for control, and unleashed her unspoken demands by wrapping her legs around me.

  “Give her what she wants,” Cyrus encouraged.

  “Yeah, or I’ll do it for you,” Sol added in a low tone.

  I chuckled and drew my dick along her damp pussy, loving the wet, welcoming kiss of her heat. “You all had your turn. She’s mine now.”

  “Ours,” Titus corrected.

  “Not for this moment,” I replied, sliding my cock deep into her, claiming her fully and taking her the way I preferred.

  She allowed it, knowing my preferences in bed and embracing them. As did the others, even though I could practically feel Titus challenging me through the bonds. It only strengthened the moment, giving me a purpose to drive toward, a point to prove by taking our mate to new heights as I drove into her with the abandon we both needed.

  Endless gratification required new twists to keep the pleasure fresh, which was what I gave her now.

  A hint of pain.

  A hint of violence.

  A hint of male aggression.

  And a whole hell of a lot of adoration.

  Her tongue dueled with mine, her nails scraping down my back as I spurred her onward. Then I tightened my hold around her spirit, adding another knot to the mess she’d created and groaning as she jolted in reply.

  It was a spiritual mating underlined in physical touch and heat.

  She burned me from the inside out, and I returned the favor in kind.

  Exos, she panted into my mind.

  Now, princess, I replied, knowing what she needed. Come for me now.

  Her back bowed off the bed, her lips parting on a scream that I swallowed with my tongue. She vibrated, her pleasure nearing pain, and her walls strangled the fuck out of my shaft. It felt amazing. Addictive. Delirious.

  I pumped into her, needing more, driving her to yet another orgasm in minutes, and giving her a prelude for the competition to come.

  Because I wanted to win.

  Just like all the other mates.

  And I had no problem pleasing my Claire.

  For hours. Days. Weeks. Whatever it took.

  She fell apart beneath me, her teeth digging into my lower lip in a silent reprimand for forcing so much out of her. And damn if that wasn’t the sexiest response she’d ever given me.

  I speared my tongue into her mouth in time with my cock below and reveled in the burn building inside my lower abdomen. Fuck, it was good. So, so good. Claire dug her heels into my ass, urging me onward, giving me that subtle demand she knew I loved, and encouraging me to join her in oblivion.

  My balls tightened.

  My stomach clenched.

  The moment slowed, everything intensifying and then exploding into a million pieces as I lost myself inside her.

  She was so tight. So hot. So wet. So fucking perfect.

  I groaned, her name a benediction on my tongue as I gave her everything, drenching her with my claim and kissing the life out of her along the way.

  I love you, I told her. Fuck, I love you, Claire.

  I love you, too, she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed, her exhaustion evident.

  I couldn’t wait to see her in a week. She’d be a replete mess of over-gratification.

  “Hmm, let the orgasm trials begin,” I mused, nibbling her chin.

  “ ’kay” was all she said back, her lips pulling into a lazy grin as she fell into a sweet slumber.

  “Get some sleep, little queen,” Cyrus said, kissing her temple. “You’re going to need it.”

  I NEVER WANTED to come again.

  Ever.

  Well, for at least a few days. Maybe a week. Because yeah. I couldn’t feel my lady parts. My nipples were pretty much solid glass. And yeah, I couldn’t walk.

  “You know, I think this whole trial thing backfired,” I said conversationally. “You broke my vagina. So. I won’t be having a baby after all. But thanks for all the, uh, orgasms.”

  Cyrus chuckled, his palm a brand against my thigh. “Trust me, you’re not broken.” He leaned in to kiss the pulse point of my neck. “And I bet we could all make you come again in a few hours.”

  I crossed my legs. “No.”

  Titus joined Cyrus in his amusement. The two of them had tied in the trial. Apparently, it wasn’t just about the number of orgasms but also about the intensity of them and how loud I screamed.

  They were all even in my book, but Cyrus and Titus claimed victory for making my aftershocks last the longest.

  I hadn’t been paying attention at all—too lost to blissful oblivion—so I just took their word for it.

  Exos handed me a cup of his famous hot chocolate and bent to kiss me on the head. You’re majestic, he whispered in my mind. And you’re not broken, just well fucked.

  His words drew a line of fire through my veins that caused my lower belly to pulse with want. I squirmed, the intensity too much too soon. He chuckled in response, as did Cyrus, who had felt my thigh clench beneath his hand.

  Vox entered with a tray of food, his hair loose around his shoulders and his upper body shirtless. Sol followed him inside with another tray, his body similarly clad to the Air Fae. They set both platters at the foot of the bed.

  “There’s more in the kitchen,” Vox said, winking at me.

  My nose twitched at the familiar scent of bacon. “Did you…?”

  “I did,” he replied, reading the thought from my mind. Perhaps not literally. All my mates had to know what I was thinking.

  “So this is real bacon? Like, from a pig?”

  “Yep,” he confirmed. “Not a troll in sight.”

  I set my hot chocolate on an end table and jumped up in excitement. Then I threw my arms around him just as someone cleared their throat from the doorway.

  Kalt stood on the threshold wearing a winter hat, scarf, jacket, and jeans. His eyes were fixated on Cyrus, not on me, but that didn’t stop Sol from grabbing my naked body and pushing me behind him. “Out,” he snapped.

  “Cyrus told me—”

  “Out!” Sol repeated, louder this time.

  I peeked around him in time to see Kalt mist somewhere else, causing me to roll my eyes.

  “Really?” I asked my Earth Fae mate. “You could have just handed me a robe.”

  Which was precisely what Exos did, his manner much calmer. I slipped the silk over my arms and cinched the tie around my waist.

  “We are not inviting a sixth mate into our circle,” Sol grumbled.

  Cyrus huffed a laugh. “Kalt has his hands full with a selkie at the moment. I think he’s fine.”

  “A selkie?” I repeated.

  “Yeah, a seal shifter,” he replied. “They’re a type of Winter Fae.”

  “Is it safe yet?” Kalt called from the other side of the door. “Or would you like to continue discussing my love life?”

  “Cheeky,” Cyrus murmured, grinning from ear to ear.

  “I have no idea who he reminds me of,” Exos deadpanned. “No idea at all.”

  Titus snorted and plucked a piece of bacon from the plate.

  “You can come in,” I called, stepping around my rock of a mate.
He placed a possessive palm against my lower back, making my lips twitch. I don’t need or want more mates, Sol.

  Good. His mental voice reminded me of smooth rocks. Because I’m not sharing you with another royal.

  You like Exos and Cyrus.

  I tolerate them, he muttered.

  You more than tolerate them, I replied. There’d been a time when Sol didn’t trust any of them, his experience with a powerful fae having altered his opinion of Spirit Fae and royals. But he’d slowly overcome his past, even if he was trying to feign otherwise now.

  I could feel his deep-seated respect for Exos and Cyrus. This was more about Kalt seeing me naked after a week of orgasms than it was about the possibility of me taking another mate. Sol didn’t like anything that could potentially cause me discomfort. And for that—and a myriad of other reasons—I loved him dearly.

  I’m okay, I assured him as Kalt entered again, the Water Fae’s gaze wary.

  “What brings you to Iceland?” I asked, genuinely curious.

  “Uh, I have an update from the Winter Fae. Cyrus said you were still here, and he suggested I drop by to give you the news.” He swallowed, his long white hair billowing in the wind stirred by Vox’s air magic. It seemed to just flow naturally around my mate, who stood closest to the door.

  “Tell her,” Cyrus said, his lips curling.

  Those two words told me my water mate already knew whatever Kalt intended to say.

  “The Winter Fae have agreed to support the academy and enchant it like they did the Interrealm Region,” Kalt announced.

  “They have?” I jumped up once on a squeal, then ran across the room to hug the Water Fae emissary. He didn’t return the gesture because of Sol’s growl at my back.

  That robe is thin and leaving nothing to the imagination, little flower.

  Fae run around naked all the time, I reminded him, rolling my eyes. Especially Earth Fae. But I released the frozen Water Fae anyway and took a few steps back. “Sorry, I’m excited.”

  “I know,” he replied, glancing at Cyrus. “How do you know about Norden?”

  “I know a lot of things,” my mate drawled. “I know about Lark, too.”

  Kalt made a noise. “It’s not true. I’m not in their triad.”