Page 18 of Cathmoir's Sons

Over Luca’s flexing shoulder, I catch his twin’s gaze. Lawson’s eyes are gleaming, his lips wet as he licks them, his hand moving slowly up and down his own shaft. There’s no jealousy, no impatience. His love for both of us is a pure, shining thing, writ clearly on his face.

I hold one hand out to him in case he wishes to be included in this bout of lovemaking, but he folds my hand down onto his brother’s back. I understand. This is his gift to his brother, letting Luca be my entire focus this time.

I turn my eyes back to Luca, meeting his molten gold gaze. Sliding my hand into his soft hair, I draw him down into my kiss, and let the rapture build, kiss after kiss, thrust after thrust. Our climax is less a shattering than a falling together, fitting pieces of him into me and me into him. Where I feel mastered by his brother, coming with Luca is gentler. It’s being consumed by the sweetest, softest darkness. It’s sinking into a welcoming pit of fur. Pleasure slithers along my nerves instead of exploding. It stimulates and soothes. It whispers to me of home, of the warmth of skin, of meat rich on my tongue, of scents so familiar it’s impossible I could ever have forgotten them.

“Luca, Luca, my love,” I whisper over and over, holding him to me. He rocks slightly, still in me, encompassing me, his body firm in my arms but soft in the aftermath. His arms gripping me as gently as the Mother’s breath cradles a leaf on its descent to the ground. I blow Air across his jaw and ear, ruffling his short hair. He hums happily and fits his mouth to mine again, passing our shared Element back and forth between us until every void is full to overflowing.

Chapter 6

Tessellations in Time

LAW

Iwish I could fold time like a fan, make the inexorable march of minutes slow amongst the folds.

I wish I could make this moment stretch infinitely. So I could give my brother the hours, dozens of hours, I’ve had with our awakened mate. So she could say again and again that she loves him. Words she’s said to me but never to Luca. I can see how much they mean to him. His eyes are wet from more than the overwhelming pleasure of being with our fated mate.

But I don’t have any power outside this moment. I don’t have any way to give what I’ve hoarded to my brother. All I can give him is our mate’s undivided attention for their first time together.

I sit back on my heels and watch them. They’re beautiful together, his bright head against her dark one. Pale, fae skin entangled, showing the strength of shoulder and arm and thigh, while yielding to the tendon and bone beneath. Spots and stripes ghost up and down his ribs as he moves over her. This is the way I look when my mate holds me close. I know what he must be feeling. The way she clutches at him, welcomes him deep, all butdemands that he fill her with his seed. The sudden rising of his body. Has he risen for any of his other lovers? I never did until our mate called forth my spines. Perfect, perfect ecstasy.

They rest together after finishing, his face buried in her neck, her claws trailing slowly up and down his spine. He murmurs to her, words I only catch the edges of, but I know he’s telling her how much he loves her. I’ve been where he is, held warm and close, the scent of her hair filling his sensitive nose, her limbs wrapped languidly around his. There’s nothing to feel but swelling, tumbling devotion in that moment.

Caileán laughs softly at something he says. She looks over at me and holds out her hand.

I take it and stretch out next to them.

“Your brother’s filling my ear with filth,” she says.

“Tell me.”

“He wants you to ride my face while he licks me clean. He’s very naughty.” She shivers. “And nippy.”

A low laugh rolls out of Luca.

“I heartily endorse this filth,” I say.

Caileán grins at me over Luca’s shoulder. “May I embellish your dirty designs? I’d like to wear someone’s fingers as a necklace during this siege on my senses.”

“Someone’s? You’re not picky whose?”

“I’m entirely flexible. Which may be necessary as I envision some physiological difficulties if you’re truly riding my face.”

“Luca and I are also quite flexible.”

“Cait?” she asks, her eyes lit with amusement.

“Cait,” I agree.

It turns out I’m not quite flexible enough to choke my mate while I straddle her shoulders and drive my cock down her throat. What’s more, I don’t trust myself to squeeze my mate’s tenderest flesh when she’s giving me unimaginable pleasure.

But Luca and I are a good team. He massages Caileán’s throat, keeping her head tipped back to the perfect angle, not objecting when my balls rub along his wrist. The noises he makes as he eats our mate to a screaming crescendo are sweetly obscene.

We collapse in a sweaty pile afterwards: Caileán lying across my chest, her legs draped over Luca’s hip. We worship each other with soft touches. I card my fingers through her hair, letting the tips of my claws scritch across her scalp, while Luca rubs slow circles over her knees. She sighs and trails her fingertips over my jaw.

“Tell me of Rhodes,” Caileán murmurs. “Is he well?”

“He’s recovering,” Luca says. “He’s still on bed rest or he would have come tonight.”

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