Page 17 of Cathmoir's Sons

“Touch me anywhere, my love,” I murmur. Luca cannot be a stranger to sex, not having been with Rhodes for three years. But he seems shy. His desire is unquestionable; it’s all there in his molten eyes. Yet, he hesitates. “Anywhere you wish.”

He groans. “I want everything. I’m just not sure where to start. This, being with you, it’s different from what I have with Rho.”

“Of course,” I say sympathetically. “It must be strange to be with someone new.”

Luca nods. He glances down my body at his brother, who is suckling hungrily as he wraps himself around me, sliding his heavy thigh between mine and grinding his erection into my hip. Luca inches closer, his heat blanketing my left side, his silky skin sliding against mine. His shoulders, not as imposing as Rhodes’ but still wide and muscular, block out the embroidered canopyoverhead. He lowers his head to brush his lips across my cheek and whisper in my ear.

“Rho likes to take control.”

Ah, I understand now. “Would you like me to do that?” I ask.

“I—” He hesitates. I could rush in and reassure him. I will do anything he wishes. If he wants to be in control, if he wants to cede control, he only has to name his desires. Instead of giving him the words, I look at him, letting my willingness, my desire, my love fill my eyes.

“I want to make love,” he whispers. “And I want to tell you how to make love to Law.”

I sweep my fingers down his cheek, over his shoulder, and down his arm until I find his hand. I tangle our fingers together and squeeze gently.

“Whatever you wish, Luca. Tonight is for you.”

“Arch your back.” His whisper drops to a rough rasp. “Present yourself to me.”

I tip my head back and grind my bottom into the mattress. This body is bigger, stronger, than the one I wore long ago. I love its sinuous curves. My last form was small and lithe. I never felt the heavy bunching of my own muscles, the power behind my own movement. I never had such satisfying thickness to my shoulders, thighs, and calves. I roll my shoulders and hips, rubbing myself all over Lawson, lifting myself into the palm Luca runs reverently from my throat to my breast, glorying in the ways our bodies work with and against one another. I shake my head against the smooth bedding so my black mane froths around my shoulders. This body is so pleasing to me, and I can see in their rapt expressions how pleasing it is to my mates.

“All I am is yours,” I whisper to my consorts, meaning every word. Glorying in the feeling of their bodies against mine. I remember this. We were happy in that long ago. We loved each other with our whole hearts. Our souls entwined rapturouslywhenever we touched. We should have had thousands of blissful nights. We should have had day upon day of laughter, watching our kits grow. Instead, I had only recently found my consorts when the Oak King moved against me. Did we have a decade together? I don’t think we did. In the hundreds of years I lived, my time with my consorts was sweet but brief.

Knowing I lost them so quickly makes me cherish finding them again. I don’t want to damage my own integration but surely there’s some way to communicate to my unawakened self that my time with my consorts is precious and shouldn’t be squandered in blame and anger?

I find Lawson’s hair, brushed into a silky wave for the ball, and dig my fingers into it. “Ask me for a kiss every day,” I whisper to him. “Tell me we never know how much time we’ll have and not to waste a moment. Remind me that Teddy misses her Other Gabe every day and would give anything for one more kiss.”

Lawson lifts his head from my wet, red nipple. “Will-will that work?”

“I don’t know what I’ll remember. Only that all of that is true.”

“I’ll ask,” Law promises.

I smile at him and turn my head to nuzzle Luca. “I’ll do whatever you wish. Any way you wish. But I’ve never pleasured your brother with my mouth, and I owe him that pleasure many, many times over.”

Luca shifts so he’s leaning on one elbow. He traces my lower lip with his finger. “Never?”

I shake my head.

His fingertips trail back up to settle in the hollow of my throat, shifting my necklaces out of the way so he can stroke my skin. “I think you should start paying your debt.”

Holding his eyes, I nod.

He leans in and touches his lips to mine.

I breathe against his lips, realizing I’ve denied him even kisses. “Please, may I have our first real kiss?”

He slides his hand behind my neck and nudges his brother out of the way so he can kiss me with his whole body. I wrap myself around him and take long, indulgent droughts of his taste. Sweet fae wine, the sharp edge of pennies, and underneath, the wild, cold of Air.

He cups my head, tilting it back so he can flick my upper lip with his tongue. He darts in for a deep taste, then backs off, teasing. I smile against his lips. I could have guessed he’d be playful, given his long relationship with Rhodes. When he darts in again, I nip his lip and suck on the tiny wound.

His pupils blow wide and a soft growl rumbles through the chest pressed to mine. He brings his other hand to my head, framing my face, and lowers his full weight onto me, crushing his hard cock against my thigh, mashing my breasts against his chest. We breathe each other in, letting our souls find each other through the veils of flesh and time. As we kiss, he lifts his hips, crowns his head against my opening, and slowly pushes into me.

With a moan that tells him exactly how much I want our joining, I wrap my legs around his hips and take him deep. He slides his forearm under my shoulders, holding my upper body against his. I tip my head back so we can continue to kiss, tasting each other, meeting each other’s gaze with each breath. Our bodies slide and work together. We ease into a rhythm, different from any pace I’ve found with his brother. Luca moves more cautiously, testing, teasing a little, before plunging all the way home again. As much as I love his brother’s aggression, there’s something infinitely alluring about the way Luca moves.

I rise to each thrust, rolling my hips, meeting him as the tension builds between us. Tenderness threads through everyother emotion. I band my arms around Luca’s muscular back to hold him to me.

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