Page 346 of Never Kiss a Fae
Elemental Fae Queen
All I want for Christmas is to feel my legs.
Because my mates broke me.
After years of adoration and love—and lots of intimacy—my guys have a special holiday request.
A little fae baby.
Like a fool, I agree, but there’s no way I can choose who gets to be the father. So, my guys have come up with a solution. A series of trials will determine who’ll do the deed; namely, one in the bedroom that has me questioning if my lady parts are really up for this. Right now? Yeah, I can’t feel my legs.
Except one look at my mates has me caving. The idea of them as dads melts me into a puddle of Claire-goo.
Even if their timing can’t be worse. My dream of opening an Interrealm Fae Academy is just within reach. Then my pregnancy arrives with one hell of a twist.
I’m going to have to count on my guys more than ever to get me through this mess.
Wish my mates luck. They’re going to need it. Because a pregnant fae with control over all five elements is a challenge unlike any they’ve ever faced before.
Something tells me this is going to be one unforgettable holiday.
Sex with Claire was my favorite activity. But there was something innately beautiful about holding her afterward and watching her sleep in this fully gratified state.
I could feel through the bonds that Exos and Titus shared my opinion. Even Vox and Sol were content, though they were elsewhere at the moment, preparing a surprise for our Claire.
Our little half human adored the holidays, and we wanted to make this year extra special for her. We had an ulterior motive, one we all hoped she would enjoy and accept.
A child.
It’d been a conversation whispered about between the mate-circle, but not fully explored. And we wanted to start the preparations for it now.
Which requires our little queen to be in a favorable mood.
Hence the fuck fest Titus, Exos, and I had just provided.
I met my brother’s sapphire gaze over her shoulder, his expression knowing. Titus was lost between her legs, his head using her thigh as a pillow. But when I looked down, his dark green irises sparked with embers and excitement.
We had a proposal to make.
One we hoped our mate would accept.
Tomorrow, I thought.Tomorrow, we’ll tell her what we have in mind.
And then the trials could begin...
Pumpkins.
My mates carved pumpkins!
I stared at the display in awe, surprised that Sol had allowed Vox to desecrate one of Earth’s creations in such a manner. The one and only time I’d mentioned Halloween festivities to him, he’d gone into shock before engaging in a rant about humans having no respect for the earth and its finer qualities.
“First, you cut down trees and decorate their corpses in gaudy strands and ornaments for Winter Festivus, or Christmas—whatever the hell it’s called. And now you’re telling me theygutpumpkins and take aknifeto the sacred shell? Why in the five sources would anyone do such a thing?”
And that had effectively ended our discussion on Halloween traditions.
But he stood before me now, holding a big orange jack-o’-lantern.
Vox was beside him with a different sort of creation. His carving resembled a bell shape, making me wonder if he’d confused the Christmas ornaments with Halloween traditions. However, I smiled like a loon anyway.
