Page 387 of Never Kiss a Fae
She frowned, glancing down. “How…?” She blinked. “Hold on, what’s the request? I’m not letting you use sex to distract me. Last time I did that, I ended up pregnant.”
Rather than correct her statement, I merely said, “Stripping you is my request.”
“Oh.” She frowned, then looked down again. “Okay.”
“While we’re making requests,” Exos added, his mouth against her throat again. “I would like to request fucking your ass.”
Her cheeks flushed. “Exos.”
“And I want your pussy,” I declared, enjoying how her skin darkened to a deep red shade. “Don’t act like you’re surprised by our bluntness, little queen. You’ve been mated to us long enough to know our preferences.”
She swallowed. “I’m still not used to it.”
My lips twitched again. “Then allow us to provide another demonstration.” I started unfastening her blouse since she’d technically provided permission. “Consider this a practice round for phase three.”
“And what happens in phase three?” she asked, breathless as we peeled the shirt from her gorgeous body.
“Intense sex,” Exos whispered against her ear, his fist on her skirt, dragging it down her legs. “Now go get on the bed and spread those pretty thighs.”
A Week and a Half Later
Okay, so there was a benefit to this whole pregnancy thing—amazing sex. And also, just my mates in general.
They had never been more attentive than they were now, which was saying a whole heck of a lot, considering they always seemed to bend over backward for me.
Such as now, with Titus helping me decorate the main meeting room of the chancellor building on campus. Cyrus had said to expect a few fae to drop by to discuss the Interrealm Fae Academy, and I’d gone into interior designer mode.
Holidays made people happy.
And I needed these fae to be happy.
Which was how I found myself in a sea of sequins, glitter, and festive winter décor. It covered every inch of the meeting chamber for today’s guests. I just couldn’t focus on the paperwork or potential negotiations, not until the room was properly prepared.
The term “nesting” repeated over and over again in my head, only driving me into a frenzy to make everything even more right.
But everywhere I turned, I found an empty space that needed a Santa statue. A blank wall that was missing a splattering of glitter. A staircase in desperate need of more tinsel.
“Candles,” I declared with a clap of my hands. Oh, yes, a sea of flickering lights would do the trick.
I needed my elements, even if I didn’t have full access to them.
Yes, yes. Definitely candles.
Titus studied me as I used one of the already lit candles to carefully light the others one by one. He appeared ready to say something, when a stray puff of fake snow drifted through the room, nearly catching on fire. He arched the flame away from it with a sweep of his hand, his eyebrow inching upward at me.
“Thanks,” I said shyly, hating that I was having to rely more and more on my mates to keep me from setting rooms on fire.
“Suddenly afraid of a little heat?” he asked with a sexy smile, planting a kiss on my lips. I indulged in the taste of him before I wriggled away to keep on with my work.
“I’m just being extra careful,” I replied, meaning it.
“Yes, I can see that.” He followed as I surveyed the room for the thousandth time.
The decorations seemed to take precedence over preparations for my impending meeting. However, Titus didn’t point out my lopsided priorities.
Aflora and a few other fae would be walking through the door lined with holly any minute now. The rest of my mates would be joining as well to keep an eye on me. Cyrus in particular was protective as of late, understandably, and Titus was probably feeling the pressure to keep me safe as well.
“Do you really need to give me a heart attack again?” Titus asked woefully, catching my side as I wobbled on a ladder. “Just tell me what needs to be hung up, and I’ll do it. Or we could grab Vox.”
