My spirit seemed to detach from my body, sprinting toward our plane to find his element, to join in a gyration of heat and intensity.
With each shift and touch, I flew closer to the edge, my limbs tense and shaking.
And then I was falling on a scream I swore reached the stars.
Exos caught the sound with his tongue, feeding off my pleasure while giving me more, his pace increasing as he chased me into oblivion.
Where we met and moaned and reveled in a rapture I felt with every fiber of my being.
Joined. That was how I felt. This had gone beyond fucking and directly into the art of making love. Exos had redefined it, adding his own flavor to the twist, his own technique to the act of bonding.
I shuddered beneath him, nowhere near done.
And from his continued movements, I knew he wasn’t either.
“Take me to the stars, Exos,” I whispered.
He smiled. “Oh, Claire, I’m going to take you to a whole new galaxy.”
And he did.
With each thrust, kiss, lick, and caress, he introduced me to the novel world of spirit. Our own personal paradise where only we belonged.
For eternity.
Claire
The gown Exos slid over my head felt too heavy, too suffocating. I didn’t want to wear anything, every part of me too alive from Exos’s touch. But attending his coronation naked would raise a few questions.
Unlike our mating ceremony, there would be more than just Cyrus at the ascension.
Exos’s lips ghosted across my bare shoulder. “You look beautiful, Claire.” The silky material hugged my curves, the color the same shade as his dark blue eyes.
I met his gaze in the mirror and smiled. “You look pretty handsome yourself.”
He chuckled and fixed his tie. Considering how we’d spent the afternoon, we both cleaned up pretty well. The shower had helped. But seeing Exos dressed in an all-black suit just had me wanting to return to the bed again.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me back into him. “After the formalities are finished, I’ll take you up on that thought.” His lips brushed my racing pulse. “Maybe Cyrus will join us.”
My lips parted. “Cyrus?”
Exos nipped my earlobe and released me with a vague hum. I tried to grab his hand, but he was already on his way to the door. He opened it to reveal his brother waiting in the hallway in an identical suit.
Despite spending my afternoon with Exos, my hormones did a little dance. Because, holy Fae, the two males were sin personified.
And their matching grins said they knew it, too.
Cocky males.
I heard that, Cyrus replied, holding out his arm. Come here, little queen.
I smirked and shook my head. You’re incorrigible. But of course I went to him anyway. Because he was Cyrus. In a suit. And he smelled like the mist from a fresh waterfall.
He hugged me close, his lips pressing into my temple. “Mmm, I see my brother took good care of you today.”
Exos closed the door to his room with a snort. “I took more than good care of her.”
Cyrus laughed. “Yes, I felt that through the bond.” He kissed me again before sliding his arm to my lower back. “Shall we? The crowd has already started to gather in the town square. Feather is managing the roast, while several others have created an assortment of side dishes. Gale handled the spritemead, which I’m sure shocks you.”