Page 425 of Never Kiss a Fae
That would make this much simpler.
“I’m still not ready for another faeling yet,” she added. “Pregnancy and birth suck. You’re going to have to convince me to do it again.”
“You didn’t enjoy phase three?” I asked against her ear as I settled my hands on her hips.
She shivered. “Okay, that… that doesn’t count.”
“Doesn’t it?” Titus closed in on her front, running his finger down her chest, blazing a line that cut through her shirt. “Can we start working on the convincing now?”
“I…” Her lips parted when Vox and Sol came to her side, their hands roaming along her exposed flesh. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” Sol repeated, cupping her breast. “And how would you like us to convince you, little flower?”
“Orgasms,” she breathed, arching into his touch as he pinched her nipple through the fabric. “Lots and lots of orgasms.”
I pressed my arousal into her backside, fitting against her with the anticipation of meeting her every desire. “That can be arranged.”
Titus growled, nipping at her throat. “And this time I plan on winning.”
I grinned. “Then let the trials begin.”
Claire released a sigh as I slid my touch south again to move her panties aside, allowing Titus the access he required. Perhaps I’d give him a head start.
Her legs quivered as she released a delicious whimper. “Well, happy holidays to me…,” she said. “Again.”
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The End
