Page 97 of Elemental Fae Academy: Book Three

“More,” I demanded, lifting my hips into his and urging him to take me deeper.

“Always,” he returned, nipping my lower lip.

And then he was kissing me.

Hard.

Fast.

Perfection.

He rivaled the rhythm with his lower body, taking me to new heights with every stroke. “I love you,” I chanted. “I love you, Titus.” Maybe it was in poor form to announce such a thing in the heat of our passion, but that was what defined us—our fire.

“I love you, too, Claire,” he whispered, his tongue dancing along my lower lip. “My mate.”

“My mate,” I repeated, squeezing my thighs around him and sighing as he slowed the pace. What had begun as a rough taking morphed into gentle lovemaking, his body worshiping mine in the best way.

Because he knew.

He always knew.

Exactly what I needed and how.

Tender strokes.

Followed by intense, deep thrusts.

Erotic and emotional.

Arousing and heartfelt.

My Titus.

My fire mate.

My love.

Exos

“At this rate, she won’t be physically capable of mating with Sol tonight,” Cyrus said, joining me at the table. He scanned the page of the text I had open and whistled low. “Well, would you look at that.”

“It’s like they wrote this about Elana,” I muttered, reviewing all the ways a Midnight Fae could absorb the powers of others. “Kols says it’s not practiced often.”

“I imagine not. It sounds painful for both parties involved.” He was still skimming. “A lot of sacrifice required.”

“Which explains the plague that took out our kind.” Because all of this magic necessitated death, typically in the form of absorbing a soul and gifting it to the Midnight Fae gods as payment. “She used this spell”—I found a previously opened book, turned it to the right page, and gave it to Cyrus—“and her spirit magic to create a vortex of power. It’s how she created the death fields.”

“They’re all the souls she’s refused to release from this plane,” my brother finished for me, his eyebrows lifting. “Shit.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, blowing out a breath. “It proves she’s coming back, because those souls still exist.”

“And she needs them to practice her fucked-up magic,” he surmised, taking the words out of my mouth—again.

I nodded. “Exactly.”

He collapsed into his chair, meeting my gaze. “We need to tell Claire.”

“We need Claire to finish her mating to Sol first.” Because if these texts were right, Elana had amassed more power than any other fae in our realm. And our only hope was that Claire could use the five elements to take her down. “She needs earth to complete the circle.”

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