by Lexi C. Foss
Epilogue
Claire
“May I present Queen Claire?” Cyrus announced, opening the bedroom to his quarters.
I glanced at him sideways. “You can stop saying that now.” He’d been doing it all evening, ever since accepting the Water King crown. “This is supposed to be your night, not mine.”
“Oh, but it is my night,” he murmured, his palm resting against the small of my back. “And I intend to celebrate accordingly.”
“Yeah?” I asked, allowing him to guide me through the threshold and into his bedroom. “What did you have in mind, Your Highness?”
“Mmm, I like those words from your mouth, Claire.” He pulled me to him, kissing me long enough to have me consider the need for breathing. “Say it again.”
“Your Highness,” I repeated, batting my eyes up at him.
He chuckled, closing the door behind him with his foot. “That gives me delicious ideas for later, when I have you on your knees.”
“You’ll make me kneel?” I feigned shock. “How degrading, King Cyrus.”
“You’ll enjoy it,” he promised, his palm sliding down to smack my ass. Hard. “Besides, we love when you go to your knees, little queen.”
“We?”
He smiled. “I told you that I intended to celebrate accordingly. And I would prefer to go down in history as a giving king.” His gaze lifted over my head. “What better way to start my reign than to share my coronation night with those I value most.”
“I love that dress on you, Claire.” Titus’s warm voice caressed my exposed spine, his heat radiating from somewhere behind me.
We were all waiting on the balcony, Sol explained into my mind. Cyrus wanted it to be a surprise.
I smiled. Consider me surprised.
While all my mates had attended the coronation, there’d barely been a moment for me to spend with them. Exos hadn’t lied when he warned me Cyrus’s ascension would be a grand affair.
Several Elemental Fae were in attendance, including Aflora. She’d worn a flower dress fit for an Earth Fae Queen but didn’t seem quite herself. I suspected it had something to do with Glacier. From what I’d gathered, he was supposed to be her date and had chosen to stay with his parents the whole time instead.
Sol was right about him. The jackass didn’t deserve Aflora. I’d wanted to talk to her, but Kols had distracted me with a giant hug. I’d known the Midnight Fae Royals would be in attendance. His easy candor still caught me off guard. However, it was a brief encounter because not two minutes after embracing me like we were best friends, he’d left me to pursue Exos and Cyrus’s Fortune Fae friend—Gina. I’d only seen her in passing, just long enough to receive a glimpse of a smile and the approval radiating from her expression.
Cyrus said it was typical, that Gina probably stopped by to ensure the future she prophesized had come to fruition. And it must have, because I didn’t see her again after that. Mostly a result of me being too wrapped up in meeting fae from all over the world to notice much else.
One thing was for sure: I still had a lot of learning to do about this fae world. Because there were a hell of a lot of kingdoms I’d never heard of.
But now was not the time for such explorations.
Not with the growing warmth at my back as all my mates entered the room from the balcony outside.
Cyrus’s palms skimmed up my arms to the dainty blue straps at my shoulders. “Hmm, I don’t think Titus wants to destroy your beautiful gown, little queen. Shall I help you remove it for him? Before his passion burns out of control?”
I shivered and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “Whatever you wish, Your Highness.”
His lips curled. “Oh, Claire.” He hooked his thumbs beneath the sapphire fabric. “If that’s how you want to play, then that’s how we’ll play.” He slid the silky strands to my biceps and lower, the Grecian-style dress falling with his movements to pool at my waist. His gaze followed, the icy ring around his pupils thinning as he took in my exposed breasts. “Do you know why I chose this gown, little queen?”
“Because it flows like liquid over my skin,” I replied.
His lips curled. “Yes. And because I knew you wouldn’t be able to wear anything beneath it.” With a slight tug, he caused the garment to fall to the floor, leaving me clad in only a pair of silver heels. “Knowing you were naked beneath that dress was the ultimate tease for all of us.” He pressed his lips to mine, then turned me to face my suit-clad mates. “Again,” Cyrus murmured softly. “May I present Queen Claire?”
Four pairs of hungry gazes roamed over my body as if seeing it for the first time, their arousals all slamming into me at once.
Standing naked in a room surrounded by five males in formal wear was certainly one way to seduce a woman. Because fuck, I could hardly stand beneath the need assaulting me from all angles.
Cyrus grasped my hip with one palm, his chest a comfort against my back, and dipped his opposite hand into the damp heat between my thighs. “Mmm.” He nuzzled my neck. “Our Claire is quite ready, gentlemen. Shall we indulge our little queen?”
Exos leaned against the wall beside the fountain, in his hand a glass of bronze-colored alcohol. “Yes,” he agreed, clearly not in line to be the first to touch me.
No.
My spirit mate liked to watch.
He’d be the last one inside me. Make us both wait for the joining of our souls.
Titus would be first.
Vox and Sol sharing second.
Then Cyrus.
And maybe Exos would join then.
A trail of fire caught my focus, the flame inching downward to meet Cyrus’s hand. The Water King didn’t move, instead adding a kiss of water to the mix that left me quivering in his arms. Titus stepped forward, shrugging out of his jacket as he moved. “You’re making me thirsty,” he said casually to the male behind me.
“Am I?” Cyrus asked, his finger gliding with ease through my folds as Titus’s flame followed.
I trembled between them, my body lost to the sensations below. And we hadn’t even started yet.
Holy Fae, these men are going to kill me, I thought, grabbing Cyrus’s wrist as he thrust two fingers inside me. I gasped, the penetration harsh and oh-so right.
“Poor Claire,” he mused at my back. “How will she survive us all?”
Sol and Vox both removed their jackets.
Titus kicked off his shoes.
And Exos remained calmly composed, sipping his drink and watching me with desire bright in his dark blue eyes.
A cool breeze tweaked my nipples, drawing my gaze to Vox. He smiled and canted his head. “I foresee a lot of screaming in her future.”
“Indeed,” Cyrus agreed, his fingers leaving me and stirring a whimper from deep within my soul.
Until Titus went to his knees before me.
My knees buckled as his mouth sealed over my clit, but Cyrus caught me with his arm around my middle, his opposite hand lifting to my paint my lips with my arousal. “Don’t lick, little queen,” he said. “That’s for Sol to taste, not you.”
Oh, dear mother of the elements…
Sol stepped forward, his palm going to my throat as he angled me to receive his kiss.
And kiss me he did.
The heat of his tongue a brand against my own, mingling with the juices Cyrus had left for my earth mate to enjoy.
Titus grazed me with his teeth, forcing me to divide my focus between them.
One of my hands went to Titus’s hair, the other to Sol’s cheek, and all the while, Cyrus remained a steadying presence at my back, holding me upright while my other two mates devoured me.
Vox’s groan had me opening my eyes to find his lips wrapped around Cyrus’s fingers, sucking them clean. And fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
My men playing together?
My thighs clenched around Titus in response.
Yes. More of that, please, I thought, groaning against Sol’s mouth.
A conside
ration for later perhaps, Cyrus replied, his lips brushing my neck and nibbling at my racing pulse. Tonight is about worshiping you, our queen.
While you lead them as the king, I whispered back to him.
He smiled against my neck. Yes, little queen.
I understood then that he’d worked this all out with my mates, his dominance coming out to play in the way he knew best. While allowing us all to flourish under his command, to indulge and enjoy.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sol pulled away, allowing Vox to take his place.
Titus remained between my thighs, his tongue bringing me ever closer to the edge of oblivion as he teased my wetness with his fingers.
“Do you remember what happened the last time we were in this room?” Cyrus hummed against my ear.
I arched back against him, Titus’s mouth doing something that sent a violent tremble up and down my spine. Vox continued to kiss me, making a verbal response impossible, so I answered in my mind with a hissed, Yes.
“Do you want to experience it again, little queen?” he asked softly, his arm tightening around me while his other hand drifted from my hip to slide between us, down to my ass. “Do you want all of us to fuck you, Claire? To take you to new heights? Together?”
I swallowed, my lips leaving Vox as I panted at the picture Cyrus created. “That’s impossible to do,” I breathed, considering how many of them there were. I only had so many, uh, options.
My water mate chuckled, his breath warm against my neck. “We’ll have to take turns.” He nipped my earlobe. “But only if you want to, Claire.”
Titus tilted his head back, his forest-green gaze glazed over with lust, his lips damp from my core. My limbs tightened at the image, my lower belly curling painfully with the need for release.
“I want you all,” I said, my voice hoarse with desire. “However you want. Wherever you want. Just, now. Right now.”
Cyrus chuckled. “You heard our queen. She wants us all. Let’s take her.”
Sol and Vox began unbuttoning their shirts.
Titus went the easy route of burning his to ash, his cock bouncing against my lower belly as he stood before me. His mouth found mine, his abs pressing into Cyrus’s arm.
“Hold her,” my water mate demanded.
Titus wrapped his arm around my lower back as Cyrus disappeared, his opposite hand going to the back of my neck. Mmm, he tasted like me and fire combined, his mouth a heated ember I longed to lose myself in. And so I did, kissing him back with everything I owned, until something cool and damp slid between my ass cheeks.
“Shh.” Cyrus pressed a kiss to the top of my spine. “Just helping you prepare for your mates.”
I jolted as he slid a finger inside me back there, my body going directly into the wall of muscle that was all Titus.
And I forgot the world again.
My lips finding his in a passionate embrace underlined in an inferno I felt building throughout my entire body.
Hands began to caress me.
Mouths and tongues tasted my skin.
Vox and Sol, my elements recognized.
I moaned, the sound swallowed by Titus as he and the others guided me toward the bed.
Except for Exos. He remained as poised as always, still in his suit, waiting. The heat in his gaze resembled a brand as I crawled onto the mattress, that tumbler grazing his lips while he took yet another sip. Cyrus stepped into my view, his tie unknotted, his jacket gone, but he remained almost as clothed as his brother.
“Titus is going to fuck you, little queen. Sol wants your mouth. And Vox is going to slide behind you. Do you think you can handle that?” His words stirred a maelstrom inside me.
Three men?
At once?
Oh Fae… Why am I nodding? Because I wanted this. Because the wickedness of his words had set me on literal fire. Titus traced the flame along my arm, his lips curling. “That’s one way to express your approval, sweetheart.”
I swallowed, my gaze finding his. “Why aren’t you inside me yet?” I sounded breathless. Needy. Aroused.
“Feisty,” he murmured, lying down beside me, his green eyes darkening with yearning. “Take what you want, Claire. Ride me to your heart’s content.”
“Here, love.” Vox held out his hand, pulling me up and helping me to straddle Titus. “Get comfortable.” He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, his strong body kneeling behind mine for support while I took Titus inside me.
My fire mate hissed in response, his palms grasping my hips to guide himself deeper and all the way to the hilt. “Fuck, Claire.”
“You said to take you,” I reminded him, sliding myself up and then down.
He growled my name, causing my lips to curl.
I love that sound, I told him.
And I love when you moan, he returned, his fingers drifting along my lower body to strum my clit. Yeah, just like that.
I nearly collapsed onto him, my body strung so tight from all the kisses, nips, and strokes, but Vox caught me around the middle, his arm strong. “Ready for me?” he asked against my ear. He tweaked my nipple with his air element, causing me to arch back against him, presenting myself in the most wanton manner.
The head of his cock nudged my ass. With one arm still wrapped around me, he used his other hand to part my slick cheeks to find my entrance.
Only Exos and Cyrus had fucked me back there.
But Vox, he didn’t penetrate fast or hard.
No, he took his time, his shaft easing in and out. In and out. Setting a rhythm that had my breaths coming in matching inhales and exhales. Calming me. Soothing me. Seducing me.
Titus incited heat and passion
Vox bathed me in sensuality.
And Sol grounded me, my rock, my giant with the tender smile. He caressed my cheek, capturing my attention, as he stood beside the bed. “Can you angle this way, little flower?” he asked softly.
The way Vox and Titus had positioned me on the bed put me at the perfect height to take Sol in my mouth. I just had to bend a little. But that bead of moisture on the tip of his arousal had me hungry for a taste.
So I responded by licking him, his fingers sliding into my hair to support my movements, not rush them.
Vox and Titus set a pace, not fast or painful, but smooth and enticing. I felt so full. So owned. Absolutely consumed.
Air caressed my skin.
Fire blossomed in my veins.
And earthy scents filled my senses.
Perfection.
My mates.
My elements.
All bonding as one while my water mate and spirit mate watched, waiting their turn. They were both in my mind. Praising me. Telling me how gorgeous I looked between my mates. Promising me a night of unending pleasure. And as the first orgasm crested through me, I knew they would uphold everything they vowed and more. Their hearts beating in time with mine.
I swallowed Sol’s rapture, moaned as Titus’s hot essence filled my insides, and sighed as Vox caught his release on a breeze that stirred every hair on my body.
And then Exos and Cyrus were there, taking their positions and driving me into an oblivion lined with the stars.
I lost myself to all of them, their hands, their mouths, their unbridled passion and desire. Over and over again we danced, the night soon blossoming into morning, where we finally fell asleep in a pile of limbs and adoration.
All six of us.
My mates.
Forming a circle of elements bound by love. Respect. Joy. And ecstasy.
Joined in a union no one could ever penetrate.
For eternity and beyond.
In our very own happily ever after.
The End
Thank you so much for reading Claire’s story! We had so much fun crafting this world and meeting all the fascinating voices thriving inside of it. As you can imagine, there were scenes in our heads that couldn’t fit into the books. One such scene was Titus and Cyrus’s Powerless Champion rematch, and the
aftermath of their battle. Another involves Sol and Vox, and a lesson in sensual control.
If you’re interested in reading more about Titus and Cyrus, and don’t mind a little MMF action (yes, Claire is involved), click here. The story is free with Lexi’s newsletter subscription.
If you’re interested in reading more about Sol and Vox’s encounter, which also includes Claire, click here. The story is free with J.R. Thorn’s newsletter subscription.
But that’s not all.
This world grew so large that we have two more academies to play with as a result.
Lexi is following Aflora to Midnight Fae Academy, where she’s been enrolled against her will due to an unsanctioned vampire bite. Mixing fae magic is dangerous, and this bite may have just created the most dangerous weapon yet. Because Aflora has secrets. Secrets she doesn’t even know about yet…
J.R. Thorn is diving into the world of the Fortune Fae, where tarot cards predict the future, except Gina doesn’t want to accept hers. The cards are calling her an Omega, and in a world run by Alphas, that’s a dangerous classification. She’s on the run for her life, with a hot alpha right on her tail. What happens when she’s caught?
You met Aflora in Elemental Fae Academy. Now she’s about to meet the Dark Fae of the world, and she’s not at all happy about it…
Welcome to Midnight Fae Academy.
Home of the Dark Arts.
Vampires.
And cruelly handsome fae.
A forbidden bite led to my capture and recruitment.
There are no flowers here.
No life.
Only death.
I’m an Earth Fae who doesn’t belong here.
They can play their little mind games all they want, but I'm going to find a way back to my elemental world. Even if it kills me.
Except Headmaster Zephyrus is one step ahead of my every move.