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So I do.
Her fingers dig into my shoulder and biceps, gripping me like a lifeline as I set a punishing pace. I won’t last as long, but I can feel how close she is already. I bite, suck, and kiss her neck, enjoying the soft whines and murmured curses I pull from her as she takes over every one of my senses.
Her walls flutter, and I shout a curse, not caring if the whole damned kingdom hears it. My fingers tighten around her throat, and her pupils blow impossibly wider, almost eating up the blue completely as her back arches. Her tits press up against my chest, and I want her this close always, to feel her against me.
My thoughts are interrupted as she falls over the edge, shouting my name. Her walls grip me so tightly that my orgasm hits me hard. My knees buckle, threatening to go out from under me.
By some stroke of luck, I remain standing, but only just barely.
“Don’t think this gets you out of our day in bed,” I tell her with a huff, trying to get my breathing back under control.
“It better not,” she sasses, pushing at my chest so that she can wiggle free now that I’m distracted. The second her feet hit the ground, she grabs my hand, tugging me along behind her with a smile. I stumble and try to get my pants back up before I give my brother an eyeful.
“I’ve never been with anyone who’s pierced before, and I’ve got lots of things I want to try,” she calls with a laugh as my steps falter.
She’s going to be the death of me.
It doesn’t matter, though. She could lead me to the pits of hell; I’d follow her happily as long as she was there.
My chest feels warm, but I chalk it up to having Serena back. She’s not only here, but she remembers everything.
She remembers me.
I know she needs time. I can’t imagine it’s easy for her two worlds to collide like this, but I know we’ll get there. I won her over once, and I can do it again.
I will do it again. I have to!
My thoughts and plans of winning her over are interrupted as the warm feeling in my chest grows until it’s so hot that it’s borderline uncomfortable.
Shit, it feels like my chest is on fire. Sitting up, I knock the covers away in my haste, grasping my chest as I feel for a wound, a burn, something to explain what's going on.
No sooner does it reach an unbearable heat. It vanishes as if it were never there.
The room is quiet, only the soft sounds of breathing from the others. However, looking around, I realize two people are missing.
And just like that, everything makes sense.
Serena bonded with one of them.
She and Sol are missing, but something tells me it wasn’t him. No, if I had to venture a guess, I’d say she convinced him to take her down to see Storm.
I tug on the bond. It’s fresh and different from the one I share with her, but I can feel him after a second.
Definitely Storm, and oh, shit.
Yeah, I’ll leave them alone.
I pull back, not wanting to intrude on their moment, but I’m not quick enough. I get slapped in the face with the heat of their passion. Passion that fills me as if it’s my own, leaving me in a room full of men who mostly hate me with a raging hard-on.
Fantastic.
As if dealing with this when she was around wasn't already hard enough, now I get to deal with it even when she’s not.
It’s strange. Even having her back it’s still not the same. Before, I used to feel everything from her when she was mad, happy, sad and anything in between. Now, it’s almost as if the bond is muted or only half there. I can feel her when I reach for her, but it’s not as easy, and I’m not sure if that’s from years of being apart or something else, but I don’t like it.
Storm, Sol, and Serena sneak back into the bedroom hours later. Her happiness flows through the bond and mixes with Storm’s, lulling me into a dreamless sleep.
I wake to the early morning light streaming through the windows. For the first time in, I can’t even remember how long, I feel refreshed. Since Serena disappeared, I’d dreamt of her every night in some capacity. Sometimes, it was happy memories from the brief years we had as children. Other times, I relived the horror of the attack that ripped her away from me. It didn’t matter much what it was, happy or horrible; I always woke with the ache of losing her, of feeling as though I was missing a piece of myself.
