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No wonder humans devoted so much time to it. It both looked and felt extraordinary.
Rowan’s patience for remaining facedown soon expired. He struggled onto his knees, bracing one hand against the headboard while stroking his cock with the other. His back arched in an unmistakably provocative invitation, and I gripped his hips before driving into him harder.
I turned his head and kissed him then, using the doctor’s tongue to explore his mouth as I buried myself deep inside him.
“Fuck, the bed squeaks,” Rowan panted. “Someone is going to realize what’s happening.”
He was right. Each thrust of my hips elicited the same squeak, accompanied by the headboard striking the wall. I found the noises pleasing.
Humans liked music. I liked the rhythm we created together, the squeak, slap, bang, moan of fucking him. “It doesn’t matter,” I said.
“It does matter. You’ll lose your job.” His concern for the doctor didn’t stop him from pushing back against me.
“Stop, then,” I challenged, already knowing he wouldn’t.
Empty words, humans called them. Perhaps inhabiting the doctor was making me more human, lending me his expressions along with his body.
Rowan’s hand moved faster. “I can’t.”
I smiled against his neck, feeling the doctor’s lips curve. “You’d better come then.”
Speaking of coming, the doctor’s balls had tightened, his impending orgasm building from a persistent pulse into an urgent demand for release.
“Harder,” Rowan ordered.
Someone less focused on the task might have pointed out that harder would only make the noises louder and more obvious. I didn’t. Instead, I obeyed, giving Rowan exactly what he demanded as though he were my master and I his willing servant.
Perhaps for that moment I was.
Or perhaps neither of us had a role. We were simply two bodies consumed by the same need, working together toward an inevitable conclusion.
“Going to—”
Rowan never finished the sentence. His body tightened around me and began to spasm as his orgasm took hold. I surged deep into him one last time and let the doctor’s body take control of the orgasm.
The climax was unlike anything I’d ever experienced—my entire awareness narrowing to a single, unbearable point before shattering outward in a hundred directions.
I was still trying to understand the sensation when Rowan collapsed onto the bed, his limbs sprawled in careless abandon.
“Fuck,” he said sleepily. “That was good. Thank you. I needed that. Tyler and I…”
His words trailed into silence, whatever he’d intended to say about Tyler left unfinished.
I was glad. I didn’t want to hear about Tyler or any of the other men who had touched Rowan before me. From now on, whatever he needed would come from me—not from someone foolish enough to possess him and still look elsewhere.
I ran the doctor’s hand over Rowan’s naked body, admiring the way his skin glistened with sweat. I wanted to linger, to continue touching him and enjoy the simple pleasure of remaining close after he fell asleep.
Unfortunately, I had a doctor to clean up and return to bed.
I pulled the sheet over Rowan so he wouldn’t get cold, then dressed the doctor in case anyone happened to be wandering the corridors. At the door, I paused for one last look at the sleeping human I’d just claimed as my own, even if Rowan didn’t know it yet.
Then I left to put Dr. Collins back where I’d found him.
Chapter Thirteen
Rowan
Morning brought a confusing mixture of sensations: the pleasant physical ache that followed great sex; the lingering lethargy of a powerful orgasm; and the unsettling realization that Caligo might have watched the whole thing.
