It smoothed back to its original state, electric magic sparking around the edges.
“By the Goddess!” Lennox exclaimed. “It is as if he can control it, influence it at the very least.”
Lennox was sharp enough to look to Nanshe, and still she only smiled.
Carlo groaned. “Bullshit.”
Teague crossed his arms, his armor glittering in the light of the portal. “You can’t believe your own eyes?”
All of them were ready for war. Kallan and Teague wore armor that matched the flecks in their eyes, enhancing their power. Lennox donned all red, from trench coat to the leather jerkin and soft suede pants underneath. The only ones who hadn't changed were Nanshe and Carlo, but Nanshe didn’t need it, and Carlo’s wolf was his weapon and protection.
“I can see the portal just fine, but I don’t believe I can change it. I think it’s reacting to me,” Carlo argued.
Kallan rolled his eyes. “Fine. Let’s go. My Tether holder wants his Fate back, and I will make sure it happens. We need to go through. We’ve spent enough time here.”
“Let’s go, then.” Of course, even though he said it, Carlo didn’t move.
“Oh, for Goddess’s sake.”
Before he knew what was happening, Lennox pushed him from behind, and Carlo tumbled into the portal.
“I am here.”
Carlo could feel Nanshe, but his body was airy, a wisp of what it would be in the physical world. Her connection to him was more sensed, a brushing through his soul. His wolf shifted, needing something to latch on to as the surrounding Chaos tried to seep in.
He couldn’t see the others as he fell. He screamed, but the sound only slammed back at him, smacking his face and ripping his skin. But he had no skin, right? The pain, though, was real.
“You have to relax, Carlo.”
I won’t let this shit in, Nanshe. I can’t.
She sighed but didn’t say more. Her essence wrapped around him instead. “Then I’m sorry. This is going to be a bit hard to deal with on the other side.”
Goddess, but he felt her. The warmth of her skin, the sweet taste of her on his tongue. Every one of his senses centered on her. He couldn’t understand how it was happening. Shemergedwith him, her soul licking across his.
Soft lips on his cock.
Nails digging at his back.
They swirled together, hovering and locked as one with the dark hell of fear surrounding them. But he didn’t notice it. Not anymore. Her heavy breasts filled his hands, pert nipples pressing against his palms, begging for attention. And with a thought, he shifted and sucked her in.
Nanshe’s cry at his ear was beautiful music vibrating in his bloodstream. How could one make love without a body, without sight? But they were. Her skin was supple and slick as he ran his hands along her, memorizing her form. The indent at her waist, her flaring hips, the length of her toned legs. She was more beautiful than any woman he’d ever known.
And heknewher.
The wealth of her pain, the way her loneliness spanned years he could barely comprehend. But at her core, so deep he was amazed at the touch, washim. Different names, different essences, but him all the same.
Carlo gasped around her nipple, wanted to examine those memories, but then she shifted and he lost his mind. Heated, silky skin wrapped around him, her arms around his neck, legs around his waist, and he took her mouth.
Soul-searing kisses were described in books and played out in movies, but he knew the reality of it. It was sadness, need, hope, happiness, pain, and support all wrapped into one. He ate at her lips, pulling deeper, sharing his fear, his moments of being lost in the Chaos. He shared with her everything he could, opening in a way he’d never done before.
In this moment, without the outside world pinning him down, and the Chaos held at bay, he was simply Carlo. Nanshe clawed his back, pulling him closer, and their hearts beat as one, a steady thump to anchor them in the miasma.
His cock swelled, his heavy balls drawing tight between his legs. He needed her closer, tighter. And without a word, she knew. Sheknew. Wet, vibrant heat surrounded his cock as she sank onto it, lowering herself in small increments. He thought he moaned or bellowed as he gripped her hips and slammed her the rest of the way down. At least, he heard it in his head.
But there was no sound, nothing to interfere with this moment.
She rode him, aided by his harsh control. They came together—veins, bone, and blood. Wild. Shifter. Chaotic. His wolf howled, her magic screeched, and they ran into each other, enjoying the pulsing power passing back and forth between them. He let his wolf lead, as he had no fear.
