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One. Two. Three more…
“Titus,” I breathed, detonating from within into the hottest orgasm of my life.
Fire. Everywhere.
A sea of red and orange and some blue.
Amazing.
Overwhelming.
Consuming.
Titus joined me, the force of his eruption sending me into another state of being. Rapture unlike anything I’d ever felt poured over me, spiking my heart rate, cascading my vision into darkness, and sending me down a black hole of oblivion.
Something soft touched my back several seconds, minutes—hours?—later.
A warm voice cooed in my ear.
My heart thumped in time with another.
Complete. Mine. Fire mate.
Cool air flooded my lungs. Warm lips brushed my cheek. And a tear slid from my eyes.Home, I realized.I’m finally home.
But not in the home I thought I desired.
Not Ohio.
Not with humans.
But with my fire. With my Titus.
“I love you, too, Claire,” he whispered, his lips against my ear. I didn’t know if I claimed to love him out loud or if he gathered it from my mind. Either way, his resulting endearment made me smile. “Rest, sweetheart. I’ll bring you something to eat, and we’ll do that again.”
Yes,I thought back at him.Yes, please.
Chapter21
Exos
My lips curled. “Mmm, Claire’s happy.” I could almost taste her joy on my tongue, something that warmed me from the inside out.
Vox glanced at me, his hands loose at his sides as we walked. A natural warrior. He arched a brow. “She’s happy?”
“Yes.”
“You can feel her? Even from here?”
We were wandering the Air Quad, searching for the familiar energy signature. “I can always feel her,” I confessed. “Our spirits are intertwined.”
“And you’re not bothered by another male, uh, you know… making herhappy?”
“Maybe at first,” I admitted. “But she has five elements. I can’t satisfy them all, and her fire calls to Titus.” As was evidenced by the fact that I’d just felt their very permanent bond snap into place. They’d skipped the second level entirely, landing squarely on the third.
“I guess it’s not unheard of for a Spirit Fae to take more than one mate,” Vox said. “It’s just never something I’ve considered, and you’re a Royal Fae, too. Like, you’re expected to, well, you know.”
“Procreate?” I offered, smirking. “Claire can still have children, Vox.” Although, he did bring up a good point. It was one I intended to discuss with her at length, including all the other complexities that accompanied a Royal mating. Fortunately, I had my mother’s experience to lean on when it came to managing multiple mates in a Royal setting. She may have passed years ago, but I remembered the toll it took on her, especially after Cyrus was born.
