Page 12 of Beast’s Temptation

"Stop that," he murmured, catching her expression through the bond. "Stop feeling guilty."

"I'm not feeling guilty. I'm feeling murderous." She smoothed his collar with more force than necessary. "What they did to you was barbaric. There had to be another way."

"There wasn't." He caught her hands, stilling their angry motions. "The law is the law. I knew the consequences when I chose you. I accepted them."

"That doesn't make it right."

"No. But it makes it bearable." He pressed a kiss to her forehead, lingering there for a moment. "Because you're still here. Because you chose to witness it with me instead of turning away."

They left the temple as the first light of dawn crept over the walls. A trading caravan had agreed to take them to the nearest settlement, a journey of several days through unforgiving desert. Tamsin had spent her last credits arranging passage and didn't regret a single one.

The first day of travel passed in exhausted silence. Sorek slept for most of it, his body demanding rest after the trauma of the night before, and Tamsin sat beside him in the covered wagon and watched the endless dunes roll past. She thought about everything they'd lost. Everything they'd gained. The uncertain future stretching ahead of them with no clear path forward.

She didn't regret it. But she also couldn't help wondering if he would, eventually. If the pain of exile would fade into bitterness as the years passed. If he would wake up one day and realize that she hadn't been worth sacrificing everything for.

That night, when they made camp under the vast sweep of stars, Sorek pulled her close and pointed out the constellations his people used for navigation. He told her their names, their stories, the myths that had grown up around them over millennia. His voice was soft and slightly hoarse, but there was no resentment in it. No regret.

"You're worried," he said eventually, when she'd been quiet too long. "I can feel it through the bond. This churning anxiety that tastes like doubt."

"I'm worried about you." She shifted to face him, studying his profile in the starlight. "You gave up your entire life for me. Your purpose. Your identity. Everything you worked toward for thirty years."

"I gave up emptiness." He turned to meet her eyes, and the certainty there stole her breath. "I gave up going through the motions of devotion without feeling anything real. I gave up loneliness so profound I didn't even recognize it as loneliness until you showed me what connection felt like."

"But your vows, your calling⁠—"

"Were never truly mine." The admission came slowly, like he was discovering the truth of it as he spoke. "I took those vows because I didn't know what else to do with myself. Because the priesthood offered structure and purpose and a reason to exist. I was good at it. I found meaning in the rituals. But I never felt... this." He pressed his hand over his heart, then reached out to press hers there too. "This certainty that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be."

Tamsin's eyes burned with tears she refused to shed. "I should have left. When I first realized what was happening, I should have gotten on that shuttle and never looked back."

"You tried to." His thumb traced circles on the back of her hand. "You were willing to sacrifice your career, your research, your life's work to protect me from my own choices. I'm the one who wouldn't let you go."

"I'm glad you didn't." The words came out barely audible. "I know that's selfish. I know I should feel worse about what my presence cost you. But I'm so glad you followed me to those gates and begged me to stay."

His hand cupped her face, tilting it up toward the stars. "There is no part of me that regrets choosing you. Not the Priest I was. Not the male I'm becoming. I would make the same choice a thousand times, knowing exactly what it would cost, because the alternative is a life without you. And I've already lived that life, Tamsin. I've already spent thirty years in that desert. I don't want to go back."

She kissed him then, soft and tender, tasting salt on her lips that might have been tears or might have been desert wind. His arms came around her, holding her close against the chill of the night air, and she felt his love flowing through the bond like warmth, like water, like rain.

"Make love to me," she whispered against his mouth. "Slowly, this time. I want to feel everything."

They undressed each other with patient hands, careful of his healing wounds, careful of the new patterns of intimacy they were still learning to navigate. The stars wheeled overhead as he lowered her onto the bedroll they'd spread in the shelter of a rock formation, and the twin moons cast silver light across their intertwined bodies.

He entered her slowly, inch by careful inch, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. The ridges along his shaft had developed further since their first mating, more pronounced now, creating friction that made her gasp and arch beneath him.

"I feel you," he murmured, beginning to move in long, deliberate strokes. "Through the bond. Your pleasure echoing into me, my pleasure flowing back into you. It's like... it's like we're one being. One heart in two bodies."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. His hips rolled against hers in a rhythm that built slowly, inexorably, carrying them both toward a peak that felt somehow inevitable. She could feel his devotion through the bond, vast and unwavering. Could feel his wonder at finally having someone to pour that devotion into.

When the climax came, it crashed through both of them simultaneously, their connection amplifying each wave until she couldn't tell where her pleasure ended and his began. He groaned her name against her throat, his body shuddering with release, and she held him through it like an anchor in a storm.

They lay tangled together afterward, neither willing to break the connection. His knot had formed again, smaller this time but still present, keeping them joined as the aftershocks faded.

"I love you." The words spilled out of her before she could overthink them. "I've been afraid to say it, afraid it was too fast, afraid you'd think I was only saying it because of the bond. But I love you, Sorek. Not because my body chose you. Because my heart did."

He went utterly still. Through the bond, she felt a cascade of emotions too complex to name: wonder, disbelief, overwhelming joy, and something else underneath it all that felt like coming home.

"I don't know the human traditions." His voice was thick with feeling. "I don't know the right words, the proper responses. But I know that you are my sun, my water, my reason to breathe. You are the prayer I didn't know I was making and the answer that arrived before I asked the question." He kissed her softly, reverently. "If that is love, then I have loved you since the moment I caught your scent in the Hall of Prophecies. And I will love you until the twin suns burn out and the universe grows cold."

They fell asleep under the stars, wrapped in each other and the bond that connected them. And for the first time in longer than Tamsin could remember, she didn't dream of running.