His mouth responded without words, his tongue parting my lips to devour me.

I love you, he said into my mind, his voice a welcome presence that had me clinging to him more.

I love you, too.

His clothes seemed to disappear beneath my hands. Or perhaps magic. I couldn’t tell, too eager to consummate our mating, to slide that final piece into my soul.

It’d been missing today when I danced among the elements.

My earth felt so far away and still did.

Something was holding us back.

A broken quality that required healing.

“Sol,” I whispered, my thighs parting to accept him. “Please.”

I needed all of him. His heart. His mind. His soul.

I opened everything of me to him in return, urging him to let go, to find his peace and accept our mating. But I could feel his struggle, the part of him with errant control that required soothing. Jagged spikes littering his spirit, caused by an unknown fae.

My heart longed to soothe them. To smooth out the rough edges and help him recover.

He pressed his forehead to mine, his breath harsh. “What are you doing to me?”

“Loving you.” I laved his bottom lip, my gaze finding his. “You’re mine, Sol.”

His palm encircled my throat, his erection prodding the entrance of my waiting heat. “And you’re mine.”

“I am,” I agreed, my back bowing off the ground as he slid all the way inside me, his penetration perfect, demanding, and so very powerful. “Take me,” I urged again. “Give me everything.”

Because I needed to feel him. His strength. His force. His pain. His happiness. His fears. No more hiding. No more fighting for control. We were in this together now, and I showed him that with my element, the ground quaking beneath us in affirmation.

More flowers blossomed.

Life sang all around us.

Peaches ripened.

Trees sprouted fresh leaves.

And not just here, but all over campus, our power lending healing energy where the Academy required it most.

“Mate me, Sol,” I told him. Because I felt him holding back. Knew this wasn’t the best he could do.

He trembled, his restraint causing the ground to shake beneath me. “I don’t want to break you, Claire.”

I drew in some of his magic, mixing it between us so that there wasn’t just Sol or Claire, but two branches of a single tree that needed nourishment. “You can’t,” I assured him. “Fuck me, Sol. Show me that you trust me.”

His eyes widened, the bronze irises flecking with the emerald magic of his vitality and life. “You really are a goddess,” he whispered, his expression one of reverence as our bodies joined below in a matrimony as old as time itself.

I felt like a nymph come to life.

Bedded in flowers and earth, my screams echoing off the branches around us, vines growing and flourishing beneath the power our bodies created as one.

He pulled out, then drove in hard, making the World Tree shake under the impact. My body blossomed with pleasure as I took his brute force. I was just as much an Earth Fae as any other element, and my body attuned itself to his.

“So delicate and strong,” he praised as he thrust again, this time with more confidence.