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    so good, but still not enough. As he thrashed on the grass, his eyes fell
    on a slender figure now lying next to them. The shaman’s son, Kieve,
    watched them with keen eyes, from a safe distance, but still far closer
    than everyone else. “Don’t mind me,” Kieve said. “I won’t join in.
    I’m just watching.”
    Noah didn’t even show any sign that he’d heard Kieve, and Rhys
    disregarded the pixie’s presence as well. In a way, Kieve’s obvious

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    appreciation of them thrilled Rhys’s incubus instincts, just like the
    arousal coming from the crowd did. But all those emotions were mere
    shadows at the edge of Rhys’s consciousness, paling in front of the
    bright star that was Rhys’s connection to Noah.
    At last, Noah removed his fingers from Rhys’s ass and lifted
    Rhys’s legs on his shoulders. The warlock positioned his dick at
    Rhys’s opening and, in one single thrust, he impaled Rhys. The
    invasion burned, as saliva was far from the best lubricant in existence,
    but Rhys didn’t mind. He loved it when Noah got a little rough with
    him. It meant that the warlock desired him so much he lost sight of his
    precious control, something that held an incredible value for Rhys.
    Rhys clutched his lover’s shoulders, hanging on for what would
    undoubtedly be a wild ride. Noah pulled out of him then shoved his
    cock back in, hitting Rhys’s prostate so hard Rhys nearly came on the
    spot. He tightened his hold on Noah, guessing that at this point he
    must be drawing blood, but unable to do anything about it.
    Over and over, Noah fucked him with the same determination
    Noah had when pursuing every goal he set for himself. Rhys could
    sense his mate’s emotions, the near-desperate desire to get deeper into
    Rhys’s channel, to brand him from the inside out, to live in this
    moment forever and never have to come back to reality. They were
    feelings that found an echo inside Rhys’s own heart. The deep
    affection entwined with the sensuality of their carnal passion as their
    souls reached out for each other and their bodies came together in the
    most intimate way two men could possibly be.
    Rhys was already frighteningly close to finding his peak, but he
    mentally leashed his hunger, not wanting this to end just yet. Noah’s
    thoughts drifted in his mind, erratic, sweet, lustful, and loving.
    “Ah…Rhys…So tight…Love you…My mate…Please…”
    Even if the thoughts themselves lacked coherence, they somehow
    translated in Rhys’s mind, making him know exactly what Noah
    wanted and what he was wishing for. Gathering the last remaining

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    threads of his control, he sent an answer to his mate. “We’ll get there,
    love. We’ll be together forever. This won’t ever end.”
    Tears glistened at the corners of Noah’s eyes, something anyone
    else except Rhys might have missed. Rhys’s own love and desperate
    hope filled him, reaching out to Noah, trying to provide a balm for the
    warlock’s still-wounded heart.
    At the same time, the physical pleasure of their union reached a
    point where it could no longer be held back. Absorbing it all through
    his incubus magic, Rhys flooded their bond with their shared rapture.
    Noah thrust inside him one last time and then wet heat bathed the
    walls of Rhys’s anus. Even as Rhys came, the bursts of Noah’s climax
    slammed into Rhys with a near-physical force, propelling him into a
    second orgasm, making his mind short-circuit with the dizzying
    ecstasy.
    He might have blacked out because of the pleasure, but over
    Noah’s shoulder, he caught sight of Kieve once more. Throughout the
    lovemaking with Noah, Rhys had completely forgotten the pixie was
    there.
    Kieve had a sharp knife in his hand, its wooden handle shining
    with golden symbols. Before Rhys could recover from his daze and
    do anything about it, the pixie slit his own wrist. Kieve’s blood
    dropped over Noah’s skin, and while Rhys