This was about worship, to prove to me that my mates would see to my every need, to be there for me through it all.
They wanted me pliable and agreeable, too.
But most importantly, they wanted me to feel how much they loved me.
I returned their ardor with my spirit, embracing each of them with the heart of my being while falling headfirst into Exos’s kiss.
It was hot, fiery passion, burning into an inferno as Titus stepped up to my back to grab my hips. Exos’s lips went to my neck, his hands unzipping my jacket, which Titus then removed from my shoulders and dragged down my arms.
Cyrus took it from him, tossing it to the side. Then he switched spots with Exos, his mouth claiming mine as his palms slid up beneath my sweater. I shivered against his cool touch, my skin fire to his ice. Then Titus’s hands met my bare back, his thumb drawing fire down my spine.
I groaned, the onslaught of elemental powers alighting me from the inside out and calling my own affinities to life.
My sweater incinerated to ash, Titus’s essence roaming possessively over me as he drew his blazing touch down my jeans.
He sliced through the fabric with a fiery blade, destroying my pants and scattering the remains in a dust of embers on the ground.
Cyrus smiled against my mouth. “That is so handy, Firefly.”
Titus growled in response, his hand leaving my back and reaching up for a fistful of Cyrus’s blond hair. “One more time, Jackass. One. More. Time.”
“Firefly,” Cyrus taunted, grinning at whatever expression Titus gave him over my shoulder.
Their aggression had my thighs clenching at the underlying sexual tension. They sometimes played with each other, but only when I joined. Unlike Sol and Vox, who sometimes shared a bed. I didn’t mind, because I felt their connection to me the whole time, and I often crept in to join them after a heavy-petting session.
Our bonds were special because we all loved each other, too.
Even when Cyrus and Titus pretended to be at odds with one another.
I wrapped my arms around Cyrus’s waist as Titus pushed me closer to him, fully sandwiching me between them. Then he yanked Cyrus’s mouth to his own, the two of them engaging in a feral and harsh kiss.
The lace of my panties soaked right through, their virile display almost enough to make me orgasm on the spot.
That I could feel their hard bodies on either side of me only intensified the moment.
Then a palm on the back of my nape yanked me toward another hungry mouth.Sol. My rock. My Earth Fae mate. I melted into him while Cyrus and Titus continued to duel on either side of me.
It was gratifyingly intense and beautiful and grounded me in the reality of my circle.
So much passion and heat.
One of them palmed my breast.Titus.
The other cupped my sex.Cyrus.
And still they dueled with their tongues as Sol devoured me with his own.
I moaned, on fire from the sensations and eager to feel more.
Cyrus slid my panties aside, making me wonder why I ever bothered with the undergarment as he dipped two fingers into me and speared upward. I cried out, then whimpered for more.
He rewarded me with another thrust, his thumb sliding upward to flick my clit. An orgasm flared out of me as though he’d demanded it to rise, causing my knees to buckle and my body to alight with renewed flames.
Titus caught me with his arm around my waist, his pronounced erection digging into my backside. My forehead went to Cyrus’s shoulder, Sol’s palm still around my nape, as my males held me through the aftershocks of the too-sudden pleasure.
“This is why we needed a warm-up day,” Titus said.
“Yes,” Cyrus agreed. “Too easy.”
