Chapter
Twenty
CIARAN
This time felt different.
Ciaran couldn’t explain what it was, exactly, and it wasn’t one thing in particular that felt that way.
But he was different.
He made love to Sawyer.
Slow and deep, tender, and with every emotion he could name. Ciaran stayed in his human form because it felt right this time. Sawyer wrapped his legs around Ciaran’s hips and clung to him, his fingers clawing at his back as Ciaran rocked them.
Ciaran left absolutely no doubt to whom he belonged.
He was so deep inside him, and he never wanted to leave. With every thrust, every pass of his tongue, he made sure Sawyer knew.
Sawyer was his.
Only his.
As Sawyer began to groan and beg, pleasure taking control, his body began to shudder and shake, and Ciaran thrust in hard and oh so fucking deep. Sawyer’s orgasm was so intense, his entire body trembled as he cried out and groaned as he came. Ciaran’s climax ripped through him, powerful and perfect, his cock pulsing deep inside Sawyer.
How that felt was indescribable.
It wasn’t just an orgasm. It wasn’t just sexual release or physical gratification.
This... this was something else entirely. Something so much more.
This was what his people had talked about. This was two lives becoming infused, two souls entwined.
It was a biochemical exchange. They were physically altered. But it was metaphysical as well.
They were part of each other now.
Now and forever.
Ciaran loved him.
He wasin lovewith Sawyer.
No, it hadn’t been some fairytale meet-cute where they’d fallen in love like normal humans do in books and movies. But nothing about Ciaran’s life was remotely normal or human. They’d met because Sawyer had been posted to Tenebrae to spy on them, basically, and fate had taken care of the rest.
Fate had brought his mate to the Cove. The fact that fate had decided Ciaran deserved a mate was an honour he couldn’t quite get his head around, but he felt blessed, and so fucking lucky.
When their post-orgasm haze had lifted, Ciaran managed to raise his head, then propped up on his hand and looked dreamily down at Sawyer.
Only to find tears in his eyes.
Ciaran was so alarmed, so struck, he could barely think. He couldn’t feel any sadness or pain emanating from Sawyer—quite the opposite, actually—so this reaction feltwrong. “Sawyer? What is it?”
He let out a teary laugh and covered his eyes with his hand. “No, nothing’s wrong,” he whispered, bottom lip trembling.
Ciaran rolled them over and cradled Sawyer in his arms, rubbing his back, holding him tight, trying not to panic. “Please tell me. I thought this was?—”
“Perfect?” Sawyer supplied. He let his hand fall away, and his teary eyes were physical barbs in Ciaran’s heart. But then he laughed. “Happy tears,” he said. “I’m so fucking happy. What I felt just now? That can’t be right, can it? What I feel for you?” His teary eyes searched Ciaran’s. “How can it be?”
