"I’m sorry," I whisper. "I’d like to think you belong with me—"
But he doesn’t listen; he keeps going.
"It scares me… because twins can go separate ways, Snow. Every time they decide. Every. Fucking. Time."
"But I don’t want to. I want to be with you, Summer."
A weak sob escapes him.
"But I CANdecideto go away, even right now? Yes?"
I take a small step toward him, really wanting to hold his small body, which is shivering from all the emotions, rainwater streaming down his fair face, his pale lips pressed into a thin line.
He seems startled by my movement, so I hesitate, but I decide to do it anyway.
My arms pull him closer, my hands landing on his back. He shivers even more, his body so warm and wet in my arms, pressed against my chest. My dick reacts way too eagerly, andthe need to push him onto the sand spikes like crazy, but I remember he’s in heat recovery. It stops me in my tracks.
Still… Summer seems to have some ideas. He wriggles in my arms, his fingers clutching at my biceps, his face pushing between my pecs, his breath speeding up.
Suddenly he makes a sound, a low, sweet AO call for penetration. Wow, it stuns me. Despite the recovery discomfort, Summer demands it, repeats it even, with a more impatient, hungry tone, pulling me back to the sand.
"Can you… make us invisible?" he blurts out.
"I can…"
"Then do it!"
The second after, we stumble onto the ground. I can feel Summer quickly push his pants down and pull his legs high up to his chest, repeating the sound one more time, more insistently, his eyes closed, his lips parted, his breath quick, so… I don’t wait.
With one push, I’m inside him. I can sense he is still swollen there after the heat, but he doesn’t seem to be in pain, maybe only some discomfort, which he welcomes with some strange relief.
"Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me," he repeats like a mantra as I fuck him, fast and intense. His aura expands and starts to emanate gold and red hues as our breaths crescendo. His passage is so hot and tight it can’t take too long. When I come, I push all my orgasmic energy through Summer’s body, giving him another climax on top of his own, and he arches, moaning, trembling. His aura pulsates, expanding like a supernova, shimmering with small sparkles of red, orange, and pink energy.
Wow, I guess we both needed it, almost like a stress relief.
But as our breaths slow down a bit, all his excitement stops.
The energy is contracting; the colors become paler.
"Am I crazy? I just want it all, Snow, I want to have it all, and it hurts…" he whispers.
"Well, even if we don’t have it ‘all’, we still have quite a chemistry," I murmur, "and I want you as fiercely as if we were True Mates, Summer."
Summer still has his eyes closed as he exhales and whispers, "Yeah, at least we have that… constant boners." It comes out a bit dryly.
It’s obvious he still isn’t on board with rejoicing over our Twin Soul status. But for now, there’s not much I can do about it.
And then, a sound.
Somebody is coming toward us. I hear the crunch of sand beneath his feet.
I lift my head and see the figure of an omega approaching from the direction of Luca Ferro’s house.
Moon.
He’s looking around as if searching for us, and the moment I take the invisibility off, he gasps and shakes his head.
"Wow, you really made me almost shit my pants."
