My hand slid between me and Sol, unerringly finding his shaft and giving it a sturdy stroke. His smirk fell on a hiss, his forehead dropping to my neck. “Claire.”
“As I said, she’s good at rushing,” Titus murmured, his flame dancing along my lips. “And here I thought the three of us could indulge you for hours.”
Oh, yes, please.“Who says you can’t?” I asked, batting my eyes at him.
His lips curled. “So needy, my Claire.”
“OurClaire,” Vox corrected, a stroke of cool wind meeting my wet flesh below.
I arched in response, my grip on Sol tightening and eliciting a growl from deep within his throat. “Fuck.”
Vox’s energy slithered through the bonds, his protective instincts warming the connection between me and Sol.Testing his control, I realized, marveling at how attuned the two of them were to one another. I explored the link, curious, and paused as Sol’s intense need consumed my senses.
Oh, wow…
He needed a lot more than my stroke.
Which gave me a wicked idea.
Because that cock…mmm.
I nudged him to his back, which took some effort considering his size, and kissed a path down the muscular planes of his chest and abdomen. His copper eyes watched my progression, his irises inflaming into dark pools of need as he realized my intent. Even Vox watched, transfixed by my motions, his own desire palpable.
And Titus.
My beautiful Titus.
He stood naked now by the bed, his palm lazily stroking his erection as he observed my descent.
I held his gaze for a long moment, recalling a conversation between him and Exos about them being okay with sharing me so long as they didn’t have to watch me provide pleasure to the other.
But he seemed fine now. Aroused, even. More so than I’d ever seen him.
And his smile gave me the courage I needed to continue.
This is… amazing.
I had no other word for it.
Maybedreamwould do. Because for a moment, I struggled to believe any of this was real, until my mouth closed around the bulbous head of Sol’s cock. Because that had to be real. It was too big, too thick, to be fake.
And, oh my, this would be fun inside me later. Maybe not tonight, but at some point. Hopefully.
For now, I indulged in tasting him.
Stroking my tongue up and down his massive length and trying to take as much of him as I could into my mouth.
He groaned, my name a warning on the air as energy sizzled around us. Vox was already there, stroking the power, issuing his brand of control, but it wasn’t what Sol needed.
I met his gaze—a gaze that had turned a metallic copper as his element seeped from him in broken, golden tendrils. I’d opened some sort of deeper connection, one tied directly to our consummating of the first level of our bond, and he seemed to be struggling to maintain it. The ground trembled, warning that if Sol didn’t find an outlet soon, he would release the magic into the world.
Magic meant for me.
With a firm grip on his shaft, I ran my tongue up the length of him, eliciting a deep noise that made my insides curl with pleasure. His hands fisted at his sides as he struggled to keep control, tugging hard on Vox’s energy that kept that door latched closed and not blown wide open.
Hmm, that won’t do.
I sensed what he needed, understood it on a supernatural level after bonding with water, spirit, and fire.
