Page 376 of Never Kiss a Fae
That doesn’t surprise me at all, little queen.
It didn’t surprise me either. Cyrus and Exos were a lot alike. Not just because they were brothers, but because they were both kings. It required a certain amount of patience and understanding to act as the conduits for their elements.
I relaxed into Sol’s side as my mates cleaned up in the kitchen.
Then I waited as they presented their dishes.
Vox didn’t have one because he’d tossed it into the trash.
Titus gave me an omelet with all my favorite ingredients—I shared it with everyone else for the taste test, and the others agreed it was well done.
Then Exos and Cyrus presented their leafy casserole. It reminded me of a shepherd’s pie without the meat.
No one commented on the fact that they’d worked together on it, mostly because it was a demonstration of our future. We had to work as a team. It was the best way to raise our future child.
No. Not child.Children.
Because seeing them all now, I realized I wanted more than one. I needed to have them all. One for every element. I felt the truth of it deep inside—the desire to create as much life as we could.
Perhaps not right away, but over time.
And I would start with Cyrus.
Everyone agreed that he’d won. He didn’t gloat so much as accept the responsibility with pride. Then he gazed meaningfully at me, and the others left the room.
Not my mates, but the observers.
I barely felt them leave, my focus entirely on my water mate and the intentions warming the air between us.
“It’s Halloween, Claire,” he said, prowling toward me. “How do you want to celebrate?”
“By trick-or-treating?” I suggested.
His lips curled. “How about we skip the trick part and get right to the treat?” He grabbed my hips and pulled me up onto the counter of the kitchen. “We’ll indulge in your sweetness first. Then you can indulge in ours.”
“We?” I repeated on a breath. “Ours?”
“You didn’t think I’d leave them out of our conception night, did you?” he asked, his hands sliding up my thighs and beneath my skirt, pushing it to my hips. “We’re a mate-circle, little queen. I might be the one planting my seed tonight, but you can bet we’re all going to be inside you in some way.”
My heart skipped a beat. “None of you have slept.”
“We don’t need sleep to properly fuck you,” he countered, his lips sealing over mine. “Now lie down. It’s our turn to eat.”
Claire’s body glistened with sex, her drowsy gaze catching mine as she lounged like some sort of erotic offering on the bed between all her mates.
I’d tasted her first, giving her a quick orgasm with my tongue before I stepped back and allowed the others to prepare her. Her comments regarding her broken insides were long erased by hours of proof to the contrary.
Now she beckoned me with a sweet smile, aware of what I intended to do next.
Exos sucked her nipple into his mouth while Vox laved her other tit.
Titus licked between her legs while Sol combed his fingers through her hair, his lips reverent as he kissed her temple, her forehead, and then her lips.
But as he pulled away, I found her gaze again, the heated orbs an invitation.
She was ready.
And so was I.
