Clothes tightened until they became unbearable.
Fangs retracted to quicken the moment when there was nothing between them. He scrambled to shed the jeans he’d found in the small suitcase full of his possessions left at Wyldfyres.
Terach’s hands joined his in wrestling with their clothing. He shook with the need for Terach’s cock to slide into his ass.
They both shuddered when naked cock touched naked cock. He spread his legs. Canted his hips with the desperate need to be penetrated.
Terach laughed, a husky, pleased sound that signaled the beginning of sexual torment. His mouth claimed, his hunger unfeigned.
His hands roamed and then his lips followed. Grasping first one nipple bar and then another. Aggressive. Possessive.
Israel writhed and panted, hips jerking spasmodically. The rhythm controlled by flicked tongue and the clamp of teeth.
Each rub and press of his cock against taut abs poured fire into his bloodstream.
Terach moved lower.
Israel’s fingers plunged through hair as black as his though not as long.
White noise filled his head with the first touch of Terach’s mouth to his cock.
He bucked, cried out.
The door opened and recognition gained from Terach’s memories slammed into him. Cia stood there.
The woman who had what he wanted and didn’t appreciate it.
The woman who might cost him this shot at happiness.
His pulse surged, breath choked off.
No! He couldn’t lose this.
His hips pumped upward in desperate movement, as if he could drive the reality of her away with the thrust of his cock.
Her eyes widened. Her lips parted slightly. Embarrassed flush receded to lust-enthralled streaks across her cheekbones.
Terach stilled, finally aware of her presence.
Masculine lips deserted him.
No!
“No!” Israel panted, hands tightening on Terach’s hair.
But Terach only lifted far enough to turn his head and look at his companion. “Join us.”
The words had the opposite effect, freeing her from voyeuristic trance so she turned and fled.
Terach ripped his hair from Israel’s grasp and stood.
Israel’s lungs froze even as his throat burned. “Don’t go!”
Terach’s gaze snapped from the doorway to him.
Words rushed out of Israel. “There’s nothing you can say that will do any good right now. Give her a chance to think about what she saw. It turned her on. Let her imagine what it would have been like if she’d obeyed your command.”
Some of the rigidness left Terach’s body. “You’re probably right, about waiting. Her desire flooded the companion bond.”
Ache sank into Israel’s chest like fiery talons. His heart slowed as if trapped in an unyielding fist. “We’ll make this work somehow.”
Terach climbed onto the bed, jeans hanging off his hips, his cock still hard against his abdomen. His hand encircled Israel’s shaft, stroked, sending a rush of ecstasy upward.
Israel forced thoughts of Cia from his mind.
Embrace the now. It’s all I can be certain of.
He moaned with the return of Terach’s lips to his. “You don’t know how often I dreamed of being with you,” he whispered, “both before I fell under Estelle’s spell and after she’d made me a slave.”
* * *
Heat coursed through Cia, primal and throbbing and terrifying in its intensity. It scorched her skin from the inside out, coating her with a thin layer of sweat and making her lungs labor for breath.
Join us.
No guilt. No shame in his expression. Only longing, his voice a seduction of her senses, his words like a knock requesting she open her heart and body for him.
Seconds in the doorway and her panties were drenched with arousal, her nipples hard points against her shirt. She’d wanted to join them.
No! That wasn’t her.
She reached the door leading into the nightclub. Wrenching it open she welcomed the slam of loud music against her thoughts.
It drove back the confusion. It filled her head with a throbbing, overpowering beat. It offered escape.
A glance to the right and her