Page 365 of Never Kiss a Fae
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 blindly 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.”
