My eyes fluttered open to find the two kings smirking at me, daring me to try harder.
It served as an aphrodisiac, heightening the moment and cascading me beneath an avalanche of challenge and intrigue. Sol and Vox kept their mouths on me, my fingers weaving through their soft hair, holding them exactly where I needed, while Titus held me in place for their feasting mouths. He increased his pressure on my backside, causing me to cry out in agony-induced pleasure, my body on literal fire for them all.
I wanted to be filled by them, to be taken to heaven and back by my mates, and to land in a pile of sweaty limbs.
But I knew this was just the beginning.
They never rushed, their mouths and touch thorough to the very end.
Sol sucked my clit deep into his mouth while Vox skimmed my nipple with his teeth. Then Titus added another finger below, stretching me deliciously and warming me up for an evening of sex.
Yet three of my mates remained clothed, and I needed to fix that. But, oh, I wasn’t sure how. Not with Sol’s tongue moving like that. And Vox, Fae, his lips… mmm…
Titus chuckled against my ear. “Focus, sweetheart.” He scissored his fingers. “You’ll need to disrobe all of us if you want us to fuck you.”
“Or Sol and Vox can do it for you,” I replied on a moan, my body undulating wantonly between them all.
“You’d prefer I fuck Titus?” Cyrus taunted, sending a wave of heat through my veins as the mental image appeared in my mind.
They were always bickering, the sexual tension between them off the charts. And the idea of Cyrus bending Titus over and driving into him? Yeah, that had my thighs clenching around Sol in severe anticipation.
“I hope you brought lube, Firefly,” Cyrus murmured, his icy gaze full of wicked intent.
“Not happening, Royal Jackass,” Titus returned, his teeth skimming my throat. “But you’re welcome to suck my cock.”
“I only kneel for Claire,” Cyrus replied, his expression heating. “However, I would consider a temporary position, if that’s her desire.”
I groaned at the thought, my climax mounting as Sol pushed me over the edge with his tongue. And then I was too busy kissing Vox to understand up from down.
My mates were consuming me, just like they always did. Throwing out hot suggestions one moment and distracting me the next.
I tried to focus on one task, only to be thrown headfirst into another as Titus carried me to the bed. “Spread your legs for Sol,” he demanded. “We’ll see if his cock is enough to satisfy you.”
Clothes, I thought. I have to remove their clothes.
That was the game… tonight’s challenge… to see if I could focus long enough to disrobe them.
And when I won, they’d reward me with their bodies.
Sol climbed over me, his muscles rippling as he bent to suck my nipple into his mouth before sliding in between my thighs. “So wet,” he mused, nibbling a path up to my jaw. “Wrap your stems around me, little flower.”
My thighs cradled him as I hooked my ankles against his ass, urging him forward. He took it for the invitation it was, filling me to the hilt and stretching me deliciously around him. I arched, my sensitive insides protesting the invasion while also squeezing him in warm welcome, begging for more.
It was such a conundrum.
My mates had taught me how to receive hours of pleasure, all of them able to take me over and over again without growing tired.
It was a whole new definition of stamina that made me all the more thankful for my fae half.
Sol captured my mouth in a searing kiss, his body bathing me in an earth scent underlined in heat and sex. Vitality blossomed inside me, embracing my spirit and grounding me thoroughly in the moment of his clear claim.
Only, fire danced along my arms, followed by a trickle of water that reminded me I had other mates waiting.
They were teasing me.
Watching Sol fuck me.
Engaging my elements and forcing me to play their game.
I groaned, a cataclysm of eroticism ripping through my soul and calling my elements to the surface.
Air.
Water.
Earth.
Fire.
Spirit.
All of them danced through the room, crawling along the walls in real vines decorated with pink butterflies and fiery embers. Water swirled with the flames, dancing to the same pace as Sol’s hips, and heat erupted in my lower belly as another orgasm shredded my ability to breathe.
Vox was suddenly there, his mouth on mine, blowing air into my lungs, rejuvenating me with his essence as he lay alongside me. His arousal touched my hip, then Sol reached down to fist him. My Air Fae mate jolted, a growl vibrating his tongue against mine.
Goose bumps pebbled along my arms and legs, the lust of the two men overwhelming me in the best way.
I allowed them to take their pleasure, reveling in their need and letting it suffocate me beneath a cloud of ecstasy.
Sol sank his teeth into my shoulder as he came inside me, his seed hot and filling me with his earthy essence, while Vox shot off beside me, his cum a welcome substance against my skin.
But Titus had been right.
It wasn’t enough.
I needed more.
My mates who still wore clothes.
And I suddenly knew just what I needed to do to convince them to strip.
Clever little mate, I thought, watching the minx roll around in the sheets, painting herself with Sol’s and Vox’s cum.
She’d started with a finger through her slick pussy, drawing Sol’s essence up her shaved mound to rub into her skin. Then she’d taken the remnants of Vox’s pleasure along her ribs and painted the rosy little peaks of her breasts.
I never would have thought my mate drenched in the cum of other men would turn me on, but here we were. And all I wanted to do was strip myself and add to the mess.
The tension radiating from my brother said he felt the same.
My tie was suddenly a little too tight. I loosened it while Claire watched, and her blue eyes flashed. “I know what you’re doing, baby,” I told her.
“Do you?” she asked, her tone falsely innocent as she dipped her hand between her legs again to slip her fingers through her pretty pink lips. Sol and Vox lounged on either side of her, content for the moment, while the rest of her mates stood around the bed with raging hard-ons, fully clothed.
She brought her finger to her lips this time, groaning at the taste of her arousal mingling with Sol’s seed.
It left me wondering why we’d decided to play this game. All I wanted was to sink balls-deep into my female and force my name from that alluring mouth.
I pulled off my tie, and Cyrus mimicked the motion, then took the silk from my hands. I immediately understood his intention as he approached the bed. “Give me your hands, little queen.”
She smiled. “Only if you give me your shirt.”
He considered her for a moment, then dropped the ties onto the bed. “All right.” He shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it at Titus. The Fire Fae caught it and proceeded to destroy it with one of his hotter flames.
Cyrus smirked. “You’re going to pay for that later, Firefly.”
“I hate that nickname.”
“Oh, I know,” he returned as he unbuttoned his shirt. “It’s why I’ll forever call you by it.”
“Royal Jackass,” the Fire Fae muttered, the label one he seemed to use interchangeably between me and Cyrus. My brother adored it. I just rolled my eyes.