The six of us were made for this, and if my mates wanted a baby, then so did I. We were in this together, forever and always.
Besides, I rather liked the idea of making them all fathers.
They’d all make some sexy fae dads.
But that wasn’t the reason I really wanted to do this.
My reason was simply because it felt like it was time. I hadn’t really noticed it before, but I could sense it now. Our mate-circle was ready to create a new life.
“I’m scared,” I admitted. “Because I don’t really know what to expect. But I trust you guys. And if you all are ready, then so am I.”
“Don’t do this for us, Claire,” Exos replied, stepping up to cup my cheek with his palm. “This needs to be because you really want it, too.”
“I do want it,” I whispered, leaning into his touch. “It… it feels right. Fae create life. I want to create a life with all of you.”
I knew only one of them could actually plant the seed, but it would be a shared experience nonetheless. Because we were a unit.
I opened my heart and mind to all of them, allowing them to feel my acceptance and love, and melted beneath their responding waves of adoration and devotion.
Then Exos captured my mouth in a mind-blowing kiss that ignited the first trial. This was meant to ease me into the experience, to sate my mind and body and prepare me for the pleasures and pains to come.
Having a child wouldn’t be easy.
We all knew that.
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.”
I really wanted to remark on that, but I didn’t have enough air in my lungs to speak. Nor was my brain functioning well enough to muster up a comeback. So I settled on a grunting sound instead that had all my mates chuckling around me.
“Finishing stripping her,” Cyrus demanded.
Titus’s fiery energy warmed my breasts, the lace disintegrating in a second. Then the same sensation traveled to my shaved mound and lower, causing me to jolt upright on a moan. “She’s ready again,” he mused, his power stroking through my slickened lips before he used his gift to incinerate my panties.
Sol went to his knees beside me to handle my boots and socks, removing them with hands gentle and sure. Then he stroked his fingers up my calf to my thigh before wrapping his palm around the back of my leg and tugging me toward his waiting mouth.
A curse slipped from my lips as his tongue met my clit, my legs giving out again. But Titus caught me with ease as Cyrus stepped out of the way for Vox to join the fun. I gazed up at him through hooded eyes, my body convulsing and limp from Sol’s ministrations below.
I expected my Air Fae mate to kiss me, but instead he dipped his head to my breasts, sucking a nipple deep into his mouth before gently grazing the tip with his teeth.
I threaded my fingers through his long, dark hair, holding him to me as he taunted me with his skilled tongue.
Sol seemed to replicate the pace between my legs, his rhythm rivaling Vox’s in every way.
Then Titus reached between my legs from behind to draw some of my wetness backward to my other hole. I groaned as he slid a finger inside, working to stretch me and prepare me for the night to come.
They would use me just as I would use them.
And together, we would fall into a heated mess of limbs and naked bodies.
Yet I was the only one without clothes right now, all my mates still fully dressed.
That wouldn’t do.
I took a page from Titus’s playbook and destroyed their outfits with a flick of my mind. Or I tried to, anyway. It worked on Vox and Sol, their clothes disappearing beneath a wave of my power. Their shoes were somewhere by the door, so I left those alone.
But my other mates had anticipated my play. Exos and Titus had created a wall of their own fire guarding their fabric, and Cyrus had countered me with water.