Page 69 of Elemental Fae Academy: Book Three

“I didn’t—”

Exos’s mouth captured hers, silencing her response.

Not that it mattered.

Nothing she could say would alleviate the pain of our momentary loss, the agony of having her ripped from my arms for what resembled eternity.

Exos and I had awoken frantic, unable to sense her at all. She’d just disappeared. Her spirit gone.

Never had I felt so lost and weak all at once. Neither of us had known what to do, where to go, how to find her and bring her back.

My sweet Claire.

My little queen.

My heart.

I breathed her in once more, tasting every inch of her skin with my tongue. Her breasts. Her flat stomach. The apex between her thighs.

Fuck, I loved her scent. Floral and sweet and, oh, that delicate place that wept for attention. I licked her deep, adoring the way she cried out into Exos’s mouth.

Alive.

She’s alive.

I repeated the words over and over again, reveling in her strength, her spirit, the soft beat of her heart.

“Make her come,” Exos urged. “I need to hear her scream.”

“Mmm, happily,” I agreed, circling her clit before sucking the bud between my teeth.

Her back bowed off the floor, her limbs shaking from the onslaught of sensation writhing through her veins. Confusion warred with yearning in her features, her body bending to our will on pure instinct and need.

More.

We all needed so much more.

However, she required gratification first.

A small hint of the evening to come.

Because after almost losing her, we had no choice but to celebrate her life. To lavish her with our love, to rejoin all our souls and reignite the bonds between us. Oh, they still existed. Still flourished after her first returning breath. But it wasn’t good enough.

As Exos demanded, we needed to hear her scream.

And scream she did, her orgasm slamming into her body on an excruciating wave of power that I felt through our connection.

The others would, too.

Which, I knew, they needed just as much as we did, because they had to have sensed her detach from this plane. Just as they would have experienced her return.

“More, Claire,” Exos breathed. “Give us more.”

She moaned, her breasts flushing from her residual pleasure and calling to Exos’s mouth. He laved her nipple, eliciting another delicious

sound from her throat as I drew her arousal downward with my tongue.

Our sweet Claire was too lost to the assault of our lips to understand my goal, too wet from her climax to realize where my mouth was headed even as Exos rolled her to her side to grant me better access.

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