Elemental Fae Academy: Book Two: A Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance

by Lexi C. Foss

  And then I was kissing Sol again. His grip felt possessive and right around my throat, but I craved more. His opposite palm finally went to my breast, his hips pressing into my backside. The impressive length of his erection sent a thrill down my spine, spiking my curiosity. He was a big man. Rock hard, too. And I wondered how far that trait stretched…

  My palm slid backward, exploring his muscled thigh, making me wish the men were as naked as me.

  Titus seemed to sense my unspoken desire, because I felt him remove his shirt, the heat of his skin basking against mine. Then he took one of my nipples into his mouth while Vox continued to play between my legs, and the room spun once more.

  So much pleasure.

  So much sensation.

  So much power.

  I felt it swirling around me, the energy invigorating my soul. I no longer feel human, I realized. I felt… fae.

  And I… I loved it.

  Sol released me to Titus, his tongue sliding inside as his hand replaced the one previously grasping my throat, and Vox’s mouth left my warmth below.

  They didn’t give me a moment to question it, all three of them guiding me toward the bedroom. Clothes seemed to be disappearing as we moved. And it should have terrified me, but I didn’t feel an ounce of fear. Only acceptance.

  My mates.

  It had to be fae magic overruling reason. But Cyrus was right. In this world, I could indulge without judgment.

  Yes.

  The soft mattress of my bed met my back, Titus stepping away to unfasten his jeans without removing them.

  Sol had lost his shirt.

  Vox, too.

  But all of them still had on their pants, their hungry gazes roaming over my body.

  “This feels unfair,” I said, narrowing my gaze.

  Sol’s lips quirked upward. “Not from where I’m standing, little flower.” He pressed his palms to my knees, spreading them wide. “It seems more than fair to me.”

  “Yeah?” Titus tried to play a similar game with me in the kitchen once. He’d lost. And Sol would, too.

  He jumped as I sent a shower of fire over his pants, destroying the fabric while leaving his skin unscathed.

  I started to smile until I realized I’d removed all of his clothes.

  Oh. My. God.

  I had expected him to be large, but… damn.

  Sol made no move to cover himself. Nor did he seem put off by my expression. If anything, it only deepened his smirk as he crawled onto the bed—directly over me.

  “Rushing things?” he asked, his lips brushing mine.

  “She does that,” Titus said, kneeling on the bed beside us while Vox circled to the other side.

  Vox ran a finger across my cheek, his gaze kind. “Don’t be afraid.”

  Oh, I wasn’t afraid.

  I was in awe.

  My hand slid between me and Sol, unerringly finding his shaft and giving it a sturdy stroke. His smirk fell on a hiss, his forehead dropping to my neck. “Claire.”

  “As I said, she’s good at rushing,” Titus murmured, his flame dancing along my lips. “And here I thought the three of us could indulge you for hours.”

  Oh, yes, please. “Who says you can’t?” I asked, batting my eyes at him.

  His lips curled. “So needy, my Claire.”

  “Our Claire,” Vox corrected, a stroke of cool wind meeting my wet flesh below.

  I arched in response, my grip on Sol tightening and eliciting a growl from deep within his throat. “Fuck.”

  Vox’s energy slithered through the bonds, his protective instincts warming the connection between me and Sol. Testing his control, I realized, marveling at how attuned the two of them were to one another. I explored the link, curious, and paused as Sol’s intense need consumed my senses.

  Oh, wow…

  He needed a lot more than my stroke.

  Which gave me a wicked idea.

  Because that cock… mmm.

  I nudged him to his back, which took some effort considering his size, and kissed a path down the muscular planes of his chest and abdomen. His copper eyes watched my progression, his irises inflaming into dark pools of need as he realized my intent. Even Vox watched, transfixed by my motions, his own desire palpable.

  And Titus.

  My beautiful Titus.

  He stood naked now by the bed, his palm lazily stroking his erection as he observed my descent.

  I held his gaze for a long moment, recalling a conversation between him and Exos about them being okay with sharing me so long as they didn’t have to watch me provide pleasure to the other.

  But he seemed fine now. Aroused, even. More so than I’d ever seen him.

  And his smile gave me the courage I needed to continue.

  This is… amazing.

  I had no other word for it.

  Maybe dream would do. Because for a moment, I struggled to believe any of this was real, until my mouth closed around the bulbous head of Sol’s cock. Because that had to be real. It was too big, too thick, to be fake.

  And, oh my, this would be fun inside me later. Maybe not tonight, but at some point. Hopefully.

  For now, I indulged in tasting him.

  Stroking my tongue up and down his massive length and trying to take as much of him as I could into my mouth.

  He groaned, my name a warning on the air as energy sizzled around us. Vox was already there, stroking the power, issuing his brand of control, but it wasn’t what Sol needed.

  I met his gaze—a gaze that had turned a metallic copper as his element seeped from him in broken, golden tendrils. I’d opened some sort of deeper connection, one tied directly to our consummating of the first level of our bond, and he seemed to be struggling to maintain it. The ground trembled, warning that if Sol didn’t find an outlet soon, he would release the magic into the world.

  Magic meant for me.

  With a firm grip on his shaft, I ran my tongue up the length of him, eliciting a deep noise that made my insides curl with pleasure. His hands fisted at his sides as he struggled to keep control, tugging hard on Vox’s energy that kept that door latched closed and not blown wide open.

  Hmm, that won’t do.

  I sensed what he needed, understood it on a supernatural level after bonding with water, spirit, and fire.

  Sol needed to unravel.

  To push his element into mine and receive some of my earth magic in return.

  And the only way to do that was to make him feel comfortable. To ease him into the earthquake waiting to erupt.

  I took as much of him in my mouth as I could fit, running the length of him into my throat and then licking my way up and over the head, lapping at the salty droplet that formed.

  “Claire,” he warned, his control slipping as the ground shook again.

  Not enough, some part of me whispered. More.

  And not just from Sol.

  No.

  I needed Vox.

  His wild eyes met mine, his thirst palpable. He liked what I was doing to Sol, and given the way he stroked himself through his pants, he was imagining me doing the same to him.

  Only, that was not where I wanted him.

  Fuck, this is wanton, I thought. But I pushed the human voice down, chasing my elements through the fae realm instead.

  And said what I needed to say.

  “I need you inside me, Vox.”

  His eyes flashed with hesitation, but Titus sent a gust of heat to slap some sense into him. “Trust her,” he said, no doubt in his voice. He knew what I wanted to do. He sensed how my elements were screaming at a fever pitch, and I could leash all of my mates to my desires if they just gave in to me. It didn’t matter how powerful they all were.

  I could show them freedom like they’d never known.

  How, I couldn’t say.

  I just knew I could.

  Vox swallowed but slipped out of the remainder of his clothes, revealing a lithe, muscular body that made my mouth water. Dark hair unfurled over his shoulders,
and dark eyes watched me with unmatched attention. Even his cock was graceful, arching just slightly at an angle that I knew would feel heavenly inside of me.

  He joined us on the bed, his hands clasping my hips. “You’re sure?” he asked, his eyes alight with a fresh need that rivaled Sol’s.

  Sol, who was looking down at me in awe as he balanced himself on his elbows.

  Oh…

  Could I contain them all?

  “Yes,” I breathed, pressing my backside into Vox as I took Sol deep into my mouth.

  “For the love of the fae,” Vox whispered, his arousal meeting mine.

  And then he was there.

  Entering me.

  Filling me to completion.

  And unleashing a pleasurable storm inside of me, reminiscent of a hurricane. His knowing fingers found my clit as he set a rhythm, one that rivaled my mouth. He breathed out a gust of rapture, his magic sweeping over me and sending my hair flying.

  I captured that power and pushed it into Sol.

  The giant of a man groaned when I stroked down hard, following my fingers with my mouth. I reached for Titus as my tongue tasted the earth, copper and peach mixing with the blissful motes of air that fueled my body as Vox increased his thrusts, sliding in and out of me, his control losing its distinct edge as he panted, his pleasure slipping through our bond as he let go and trusted me to hold on to the three strands of elemental power that sank their teeth into me.

  Yes.

  I found Titus’s cock ready for me, hot against my fingers that had been cooled with Vox’s power. I pumped him hard, twisting to follow my movements with my mouth. Titus groaned and his fire burst into the air, engulfing all three of us in a cocoon of warmth and making my skin glow red.

  Vox reached around my middle and hauled me against his chest, his lips going to my neck as he continued to thrust into me, his pants hot against my ear as his air took on Titus’s element.

  With me as the conduit, they could share their power and gain the balance that settled into my very being.

  Sol sensed what I was doing and loosened his control another fraction, stirring a quake in the most intimate of places between my legs and forcing me closer to the edge of oblivion. His fingers wove through my hair as he joined me on that ledge, his yearning taking over, and danced with me on the precipice.

  So close.

  My body screamed with the need, my elements roaring through my system.

  But it was Titus grabbing my breast that sent us all crashing over into a maelstrom of euphoria. Male groans rent the air, the ground literally shifting around us as fire consumed the room, only to be wrapped up in Vox’s tornado of an element, and grounding us in a heaping pile on the bed.

  I shook, my limbs practically numb from the intensity. My lips swollen. My body well used.

  “Claire,” Titus breathed reverently, pulling me toward his sweaty chest. “You’re…”

  My skin glimmered with a contortion of elements. Fire, wind, and earth sent a rainbow of color cascading through the room, and my breath misted the air with sparkling power. My ears itched at the tips, and I palmed at one absently, finding it pointed.

  My inner fae had finally taken over.

  I’m no longer Claire.

  I was passion, wild, taming the three elements that threatened to explode.

  And I craved more.

  I wanted Sol inside me next. Titus in my mouth. And Vox in my hands.

  I said as much out loud, eliciting masculine chuckles through the bedroom, which gave way to heated gazes and warm touches. Because they wanted it, too.

  Mine.

  You are all mine.

  Exos

  I’m really fucking tired of being knocked out and manipulated by other entities in my head. I glowered at my reflection, talking to the foreign essence maintaining residence in my skull.

  “Yes, that helps,” Cyrus drawled, sounding bored.

  “You’re not the one with black magic in your damn mind,” I reminded him, my voice a low growl of annoyance.

  We’d tried several old spirit methods, most of which involved Cyrus sending blasts of elemental energy into my brain. By the time we finished that, my neural cavities resembled the aftermath of tunneling pixies in the Earth Fae mines.

  I swallowed another gulp of my spritemead and slammed the mug down on the counter. “Again.”

  “Are you saying that because you’re drunk off the mead, or are you a closet masochist?” Cyrus’s icy gaze sparkled with challenge, his goading meant to distract me from the pain he was about to unleash on my spirit.

  “Don’t flirt with me. Just do—fuck!” Lights flashed behind my eyes, sending me to my knees. Oh, if I ever found out who put this nasty piece of darkness in my head, I would enjoy killing them. Over and over and over again.

  I massaged my temples and tried futilely to help Cyrus. He used my power to bolster his own, causing me to cringe as he detonated a particularly harsh attack inside my being.

  The inky thing roared back at him, clinging to me with sludgy claws that made me gag.

  “Almost there,” Cyrus said, totally full of shit. I could feel how thick the thing in my skull was, and he hadn’t even sawed through half of it.

  Cyrus yanked out so sharply that I gasped.

  “I have it,” he said.

  “No, you fucking don’t,” I rasped, hating him almost as much as that muck in my head. “It’s still there, id—”

  A spiritual punch to the black wall left me winded, and a second had me curling into the fetal position. I wanted to demand him to stop, but he seemed hell-bent on whatever method he’d enlisted and he was drawing on so much of my energy that I couldn’t block him even if I wanted to.

  My vision swam, the walls of our home blurring.

  But I felt the crack splintering through my mind.

  A whine came from inside, escaping through my throat, as Cyrus mentally beat the darkness to a pulp. Until it sputtered and sizzled and died in a pool of inky fluid that he sucked out of my spirit and sent to the floor beside me.

  “Dark Fae magic,” he growled, spitting on the dying substance. “Whoever did this is playing with forbidden arts.”

  Of a land none of our kind ever ventured into, I thought, unable to speak above my panting breaths.

  “No wonder it felt like a fucking vampire,” Cyrus continued, his disgust evident. “Because that thing was created by one. And I think that thing in the death fields may have been a Dark Fae, or the spirit of one.”

  What he said made sense.

  Except I didn’t understand why.

  Until suddenly I did.

  Because my memories were finally free.

  I sat up despite the ache in my skull and forced my mouth to function. “Mortus.” It came out croaky.

  “He took you?”

  I nodded, then shook my head, and then nodded again, trying to clear my throat.

  “Yes, that clears everything up, brother. Thank you.” Cyrus, the perpetual smart-ass, handed me my spritemead. “Drink that. You make more sense while drunk.”

  Jackass. I snatched the mug from his hand and gulped several swallows while he watched with a touch of impatience.

  Right. Because one could just recover immediately after hours of mental torment and allowing another to use his energy.

  I took another sip just to piss him off and smiled when he rolled his eyes.

  “It was Mortus,” I clarified, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “But he’s being controlled.”

  “By…?” Cyrus prompted, waving a hand.

  “Ophelia.” I met his widening eyes. “Claire’s mother has turned Dark Fae, and it would appear that she’s very much alive.”

  “You’re sure?” he asked, his voice holding a hint of disbelief.

  I dipped my chin in the affirmative. “Now that I can properly think again, I recognize the essence. It feels so much like Claire, but darker.”

  “And she’s fixated on our little queen as well,” Cy
rus added, his eyebrows lifting. “That’s why it holds similar properties to the plague, but different.”

  “It would seem it’s all connected, yes.”

  “And that Ophelia somehow survived, and by bringing Claire to the Academy…”

  “We awoke a dormant beast,” I finished for him. “Yes.”

  “Fuck,” he breathed, glancing at the acid-like substance eating through our stone floor. I flicked a flame over it, needing the shit to burn and disappear. “This is bad.”

  I snorted. “Understatement of the century, brother.”

  “Has she been controlling Mortus all this time?”

  “It’s possible.” The fae never had seemed right, but I’d chalked it up to his dark history. “But I’m more interested in figuring out how an Elemental Fae turned Dark Fae.” They were usually born, their world far different from ours. They required blood to survive—hence, vampires. And they lived without sunlight, something our kind thrived on, which was why trapping an Elemental Fae underground for too long could kill one.

  “That is an odd development,” Cyrus agreed, scratching his jaw. “But who knows what happened while she was up in the Human Realm?”

  “True,” I agreed. The Dark Fae liked playing with humans; the whole blood and drinking thing really got them off. I blew out a breath, rubbing my face. “Dude, I need a shower.”

  “No shit?” Cyrus feigned shock. “It’s only been a few weeks.”

  “When I’m done, I want to see Claire.” I could feel her happiness through the bond, her lazy energy telling me exactly how her other mates had distracted her. My heart warmed, my spirit rolling in her bliss. “Do you regret it?” I wondered out loud, pausing at the exit of the living area.

  Cyrus glanced up at me, his own spritemead a breath away from his lips. He didn’t need me to clarify, his thoughts almost always in tune with mine. “I expected to,” he admitted. “But no. No, I don’t.”

  “Would you change the way it happened?”