He paused.
I wept, a tear sliding down my cheek. Everything was too much—yet amazing. I couldn’t handle it.
I felt his soul as it grazed against mine.
And I burst.
The climax roared through me, and I could hear myself screaming—out loud, in his mind, and in mine. Then, before I finished coming, my body still trembling and shaking, he entered me fully.
His mouth came to mine, and he started all over again, bringing us both to another release. But for me, it took a looong time.
A REPLETE KELLAN
I fortified our bond.
Shay didn’t seem to notice during our lovemaking, but I did this throughout the entire night. Time after time, I reached for her, and each time, my soul cemented our bond.
Bonds are supposed to be permanent anyway, but with this prophecy…I was worried. I’m sure my father hadn’t told me all of it, the demon side of him acting on it and holding some back. That’s the part I couldn’t prepare for.
So, this was my fail-safe.
If the prophecy came to fruition—and prophecies did tend to happen—Shay would be killed. Not her soul, though. I wouldn’t let that happen. As I kissed her, caressed her, I wove our binds together so that if her body were destroyed, her soul would come to me.
In a way, I would own it, but only until she would get another body.
I couldn’t lose Shay.
I could not.
I would not.
This was how it had to be.
It was early in the morning now, and I looked over.
Her body was exhausted. Her soul was more than content. But still, I felt the edge moving in me at the thought of losing her.
I reached for her again.
I moved her on top of me, facing away, and then I slid inside.
She gasped, her body bending backward, her breasts arching into the air.
I reached out, holding onto one, my other hand at her hip as I guided and moved with her, and I kept weaving.
FRATERNITY KELLAN
Shay had said we’d go to a Christmas party put on by her brother’s fraternity, so here we were on the Alpha Mu’s front step. The house was decked out in fake snow, candy canes lined their sidewalk, a giant inflatable snowman wearing a bikini top but no bottoms and holding a joint sat next to the house, and they had phony reindeer set up in the front yard.
“Bah-humbug, my homies.”
The brother who opened the door in the world’s ugliest holiday sweater gave us the greeting, and I instantly wanted to smite him. Just because.
He took a look at Shay and frowned. “Not cool. Chicks are supposed to be decked out in slutty Christmas angel costumes.”
He did not say that, not in front of me.
Shay glanced my way, feeling my wrath, but the dude was impervious. He looked my way, saw that I wasn’t abiding by the ugly sweater rule either, and his frown deepened. Then he finally saw my face.