He kisses me like he’s starving. I can feel his need, his teeth nipping my bottom lip before he soothes it, then his tongue playing with mine.
I pull away, gasping, my hands squeezing his waist as I grind against his hardness and look into his lust-clouded eyes.
“I want you,” I repeat. And just in case that wasn’t clear enough: “I want you inside me.”
TEN
REMUS
I freeze at her words.For a heartbeat, my wild heart stops.
Does she truly mean it? Does she understand what she’s offering me—what she’s about to ignite inside me?
Then, as if she’s reading my unspoken question, her hand slides between us and fumbles for the button of my leathers. That tiny, mortal movement undoes me. My cock has been straining so long against the seams that even the drag of her fingers makes me hiss through my teeth.
I reach down eagerly to help her, our knuckles colliding. Gods, even that is erotic. Her glorious hips shift back to give us room to work the line of buttons, and for a moment I hate the space between us. I’ve killed men for less.
She giggles—giggles—and it’s the most musical, sexy sound I’ve heard in centuries of blood and fire. Every breath of her drives me to the point of being undone. I had only dreamed of what it might mean to have a consort, but even in my most debauched imaginings I never conjured Lo-Ren.
Finally, my buttons give way and my cock springs free, thick and heavy, and for a second I—Remus, destroyer of cities—have no idea what to do next.
But Lo-Ren, my glorious, gorgeous Lo-Ren, doesn’t hesitate. She reaches down boldly, wrapping her soft, human fingers around me.
I hiss, the sound a rattlesnake in my throat, as she tugs me free from my leathers. Her eyes widen when she sees me—my size, my shape—and for an instant my chest clenches. Am I too monstrous for her? “Am I… normal to you?”
She squeezes me harder, her leg curling back around my hips so her damp heat cradles the head of my cock. “You’re perfect,” she whispers, and I swear I feel those words in my bones.
Her hand slides up and down my shaft, and my whole body jerks, light bursting outward from my spine like a battlefield sky lit by lightning. Behind me, my tail whips furiously, betraying me. She giggles again and bites her bottom lip.
Is she nervous? Or is she playing with me? My own heart pounds so hard I can hear it in my ears. I want to recapture her trust in case it wavers; I want her to know she’s safe even as I tremble with hunger.
I cup her jaw, forcing myself gentle. “Beautiful Lo-Ren, my Lo-Ren. Are you here with me?”
Her eyes lift to mine. Something in her softens, and she nods. “I’m with you,” she breathes out. “I want to be with you in every way.”
Still holding my shaft, she positions me so that my tip nestles against her drenched, tight little opening.
We both react at the contact. I gasp. She shudders. She shuffles closer and my cock slides a little ways in, her body gripping me like she’s been made for me, holding me and inviting me. I stiffen even harder, a thing I didn’t think possible.
Her brown eyes seem greener now, flecked with gold, as she looks at me with trust and glowing need. I want to answer that need with my own, to satisfy her, to discover this intimacy and wild, giddy pleasure between us.
As if of one mind, our hips shift. She widens to take me; I push to enter her.
“Fuck,” she hisses, “you feel so good inside me.”
My fingers clutch the back of her skull as my cock stretches her tight little pussy. I imagined a thousand things about what sex might feel like—quick, dirty scenarios with coin and careless whores over the centuries. I never could go through with it. I’d picture the disgust in their eyes, their laughter later about the misshapen monster they’d charged extra to fuck.
But this—this is nothing like that. This feels natural. Holy. Like connection. She gasps beneath me, fingers scrabbling at my waist, tugging me closer, begging for more of me.
I feel like I’m splitting her open, even as wet as she is. I pull back and thrust forward, and she moans. So I do it again. And again. Fuck, it feels so good.
My teeth grind. My whole body tightens as my cock swells, fighting for control.
No. Not now. Not him. I can’t lose control to my twin brother now. This moment is mine. She is mine.
I force my eyes open and focus on Lo-Ren. My Lo-Ren. I kiss her again, drowning myself in her taste, our connection. This is ours. Hers and mine. No one can take it. Not even him.
I shift us, rolling her onto her back.
