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I'm lost. My knees are weak. My beast croons deep in the back of my mind.
My arms wrap around her, pressing her back into the bookcase. Her breasts brush my chest with every breath. Tempting me to take this further. To rip the fabric that separates us.
I've waited decades for my mate.
Every second was worth it.
Her nails bite into my shoulders, the pain the perfect reminder to go gentle. If only for this first time.
I know, later on, she'll match my fire with her own.
I draw back.
"Maybe now, I've given you a reason to stay," I whisper.
Chapter Thirty-One
NILSA
Istumble back to my cabin in a daze.
Nos kissed me. Noskissedme.
And I loved it.
The Seer never gave any indication that he desired me. Didn't say anything to make me even suspect...
I'm so confused I don't even notice the other shifter lounging on my bed.
"You smell like my brother."
I just about jump out of my skin at the growl in his voice. It takes a second for my heart to restart.
"Cas!"
"The one and only." His grin is infectious as he stretches out on my sheets, tucking his arms behind his head. He's shirtless, wearing only a low-slung pair of cargo pants as he lounges on my bed, draped in sunlight. The very image of male temptation. "Been having fun with Noster, princess?"
"Maybe," I shrug. "What's it to you?"
"Nothing... unless you want to do a comparison?" Heraises a single sexy eyebrow. "Our cocks might be identical, but I promise I'm the better kisser."
I smirk. Now that he knows I'm not a Solar, Cas's filter has disappeared entirely. I'm not going to lie. I like it.
I like it a lot.
I bite my lip as I debate it.
This is probably a bad idea.
I'm leaving the moment we make land. We're both keeping secrets from each other. I just kissed his twin, for Goddess’s sake.
"Come on. You know you want to."
I do. That's the problem.
"Cas, this is a bad idea. I'm leaving and I just kissed Nos and..."
While I'm blabbering, he climbs to his knees, crawls in front of me, and wraps his arms around my waist. When he falls backwards, I'm dragged after him. Straddling his hips, every curve of my body conforms perfectly to his.
