“Yes,” she moans, rolling with me, opening her legs wider. Surrendering and commanding all at once as she palms my ass, pulling me deeper. Her other hand slides lower, finds my tail, and—gods help me—wraps around the base, tugging just like she did on my cock.
It drives me mad. I thrust harder, less delicately, and she moans louder. She’s so tight. So fucking tight, clenching all around me.
“Oh,” she cries with every thrust. “Oh, oh, oh,” each one higher than the last. “Yes. God. There. Right there.”
She squeezes her lush breast with the hand not on my tail, her body arching beneath me. She’s the most astonishing, erotic sight I’ve ever seen.
But I want more. Closer. I grind my teeth against the pleasure threatening to blaze up my spine.
I won’t let go. Can’t let go.
I bend over her, elbows on either side, clutching her jaw, forcing her eyes to mine. She’s lost in her pleasure, but I drag us both back. Even as she quakes beneath me, mouth open, eyes wild.
“I claim this body,” I whisper, my entire being straining as I mate her slowly, intentionally. A torturous thrust in and out so she feels every inch of me dragging against her plump, swollen flesh.
She spasms around me, a squeal ripping from her throat as she comes, hips jerking against mine.
I hold her face tighter, clenching. “You and I will be one forever.”
Tears of pleasure flood her eyes. She arches into me, fingernails digging into my waist and tail. “Forever,” she squeals before her eyes squeeze shut and she shudders uncontrollably with release.
I can’t hold back anymore. I tell myself I’ll stay with her—I’ll hold on, I’ll stay conscious. For once, I’ll stay.
In a flood, I clutch her tighter, memorizing her face as my own climax slams through me.
For an instant, I feel everything—every inch of pleasure and connection. Her eyes open and we share it, two beings eclipsing the sun.
I feel the light of heaven, of wholeness, and for the first time in my life, I know peace.
And then, in the very next breath, it’s yanked away. Darkness falls. Heavy, choking sleep takes me as my brother swings in to replace me.
I only have a fraction of a second to feel the horror of all I haven’t said to my beloved before there’s nothing but blackness.
Nothing at all.
ELEVEN
ROMULUS
Twistingback into consciousness is always disconcerting, but this transition slams into me with the force of a siege engine.
I’m buried inside a woman. Deep. Still pulsing with the aftermath of release that isn’t mine.
What the actual fuck has my brother donethis time?
I wrench myself free, my body shuddering with aftershocks I have no right to feel, and the woman beneath me scrambles backward like I’ve burned her. She yanks the bedding up to her chin.
“Who are you?” Her voice cracks on the question.
I’m already off the bed, snatching my trousers from the floor. “I could ask you the same thing.” The words come out colder than I intend, but I’m too busy trying to access our shared memory to soften them.
Nothing. There’s... nothing there.
That’s not possible.
“Bring him back!” She’s not asking. She’s demanding, and the sheer audacity of it makes me pause as I yank on my small clothes.
“It doesn’t work like that.” I force myself to meet her eyes. Beautiful eyes, I notice, despite everything.
