“That was impressive,” Exos agreed. “Maybe it’s both?”

I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her to me. “I suggest you start the vows, Exos. Before our mouths become too busy to repeat the words.”

The vows came quickly and efficiently, each statement breathed against each other’s mouth.

I, Claire, accept the power that binds me to Titus, born of Fire. To cherish and respect, through all the era

s and time that may fall before us, until our souls do us part. I give unto him my heat, my passion, and my internal flame, and accept his in return. My element is now his just as his is now mine, to the fae heavens may we never part. And I shall never forsake him for another, my fire forever belonging to him and to him alone.

I promised her the same, my soul igniting as the finality of our bond slipped into place. The room grew hot from the fire flaring between us, causing Exos and Cyrus to excuse themselves before the true inferno began.

An inferno that I assured Claire would blaze all night long.

One she happily accepted.

Over and over again.

Claire

Every part of me ached from Titus’s attentions. He’d more than lived up to his pledge to fuck me all night. And then some.

A glance at the clock showed it was well past noon, meaning we’d only slept a handful of hours. Not that I minded. Titus had provided me with the escape I needed from the reality looming over our heads.

I turned in his arms, smiling as he trailed a molten rope of fire over my naked thigh, inching up and up.

“Mmm,” I moaned. “You’re going to make it so I can’t even walk later.” My eyelids fluttered closed, reliving the all-consuming sex that had left me both sore and empowered. Our vows had come hot and quick, pledging our souls to one another in an endless cascade of fire and bliss.

Titus kissed my cheek, then grinned against my skin. “Did I wear you out, sweetheart? Or can I wake you properly?” He punctuated the request by sliding his fire inside me—down there.

“Fuck,” I groaned, arching into his touch, my body alighting from the inside in response to his hot intrusion. Rather than burning me, I reveled in the way I absorbed the power as it fueled my spirit. “More.”

He inflamed his elemental touch and grabbed my hip to keep me from moving.

Mate-bonding with Titus was everything I had imagined it could be and so much more. His raw need slithered over me, trailing a sea of molten lava in its wake up and down my spine.

An eternal flame.

That was my Titus.

He wasn’t royal, but he didn’t need to be. His passion more than made up for his lack of a noble bloodline.

“You’ve really been holding back on me,” I accused, sensing his yearning pooling beneath his skin like liquid fire.

“You have no idea, sweetheart.” He nuzzled my neck, his lips caressing my pulse. “This is only the beginning.”

My mouth parted when his heat licked at my swollen clit. It both hurt and soothed, causing me to crave another stroke. I would always want more from my Fire Fae.

And it seemed he felt the same, if the erection pressing up against my thigh was anything to go by. Titus possessed an impressive stamina, something our mate-bonding had only seemed to strengthen.

“I will fuck you over and over again,” he said, confirming my thoughts. His palm slid to my lower back, branding my skin. “I will consume every inch of you until the two of us melt together as one.”

Oh, I’d long ago melted. Warmth and liquid heat pooled all around us, adding more scars to the floor and bedroom walls. It was a miracle we hadn’t burned the entire building down.

Titus’s fingers trailed back to my hip and down to the slickness between my thighs. The world turned red as his flames devoured me from the inside out, his touch a searing stamp of our promises to one another.

“Yes, that’s it, Claire,” he breathed, his mouth hovering over mine. His kiss belied the intensity brewing below, an intensity he bolstered by pushing me to my back and replacing his fingers with his hard cock.

I gasped as he slid inside me, his claiming pure and passionate and so fucking hot.