Wah? I slap his arm. “So you don’t think Cosmo will go feral?”
“I doubt it. I was comfortably in control when I shifted. Don’t be mad with me, I just needed to have you to myself.”
Hmm, I guess I can’t be angry. My poor love has been alone for so long. In this moment, the others don’t matter. All that matters is my lovely Donovan.
The centaur kneels on the rocky surface, allowing me to slide down. “Nice dismount, babe. I’m going to change back now. Don’t freak out.”
I raise an eyebrow. “We are way past freaking-out time, Donovan Hart. You could even say that the horse has already bolted from the stable.”
He swats me on the butt, then moves his four legs away from me. The air shimmers and shifts around him, like he’s dissolving into a cloud of a million fireflies. There’s a wet, snapping sound, and within seconds, the hind and fore limbs disappear, and then— Donovan Hart stands before me, battered, bruised, and dressed in rags.
“How come you didn’t Hulk out of your clothes?”
“Fuck knows?” he shrugs, walking forward and taking my hand. “But I’m glad I haven’t spent the last four years naked, let me tell you. Also,” he digs a hand in his back pocket, “still got my wallet, though the photo of you is extremely, er, shall we say ‘used’ by now,” he smirks.
Gripping my hand tightly, he leads me towards a low ridge of boulders, maybe eight feet high. “Come on, I'll show you where I’ve made my crib—though it’s not exactly a dream home.”
Looking beyond it, all my laughter dries up. Hundreds, maybe thousands of stone-stacks stretch into the distance. Like the cairns people build with flat river rocks. Had that been his only entertainment?
Has he really been here for years?
The thought of my sweet Donovan enduring this all by himself is too awful, just too awful.
“Welcome.” He gestures to an area of pure white sand.
“How did you not give up?” I ask quietly, my heart breaking for him.
Donovan is silent for a long moment, looking out towards the horizon, then turns to face me. “Wes is lost somewhere out here. I’d never leave him.” His eyes soften as he draws me into his arms. “And then there was you. You were always my guiding light. Fuck baby, I dreamed of you over and over until I could imagine you were really here with me. You saved me.”
My breath catches in my throat for a moment before I let out a long sigh. “I wish I could have truly saved you.”
He holds me even tighter as his voice cracks. “You did. I’d have died without you.” Donovan looks so exhausted, and I can understand why. This place is draining.
“Kiss me, Donovan,” I say, pulling his face closer. “Kiss the real me.”
—Gods, I want her—need her—fill her pussy—
His thoughts release a gush that soaks my panties. “I want you too,” I pant. “Need you too.”
Donovan’s eyes narrow in laughter. “Little witch, it’s like you read my mind,” he smirks, cupping each of my butt cheeks.
I’ve zero intention of hiding my telepathy from Donovan. “There’s something I need to tell you, well, the truth is, I can hear other people's thoughts—I’m telepathic.”
His mouth parts in amazement, then a wicked smile curves on his lips.—So you can hear me when I say I want you to sit on my face until I drown in your pussy? I want to fuck you so hard—
Is it possible to die of desire?
“Yes I can hear you,” I growl at him. “Now kiss me.”
The moment his lips crash against mine, the world narrows down to this single point of contact, making my blood roar. The impossible, airless atmosphere pulses with magic, pushing me to a frantic, primitive urgency.
Claim him. Now.
Every atom in my body is being pulled to Donovan. I need his weight. I need his heat. I need him inside me so deep that we become one.
Our kiss continues; Donovan is greedy, needy, and demanding. It makes me melt, the power of his need. My need. I can’t stop stroking his bruised, bronze skin. Donovan has always had that buff, fateball-player build, but his body is different now. Thin and wiry, with muscles carved like stone on his chest and abdomen.
Heat builds in my core as Donovan’s length hardens against my stomach. “Baby, is this alright?”
