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. She merged with 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 he knew her.
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, was him. 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. She knew. 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.
And with a simple thought he was on top, lifting her legs and hooking them on the inside of his elbows so he could slam into her. Their bodies slapped together, yet it was muted, buffeted by the vibrations of their souls in time with their movements. He knew where to touch, where to taste.
Carlo tweaked her tanned nipples between his fingers. Laved her clit with his hot tongue. Squeezed her ass in demand. All of it happened at once, the mind making it real. They were impossibly connected. Her pussy clamped around his cock, but her mouth was there too, sucking at the tip, her tongue dancing under the head. Impossible yet possible. Nanshe raked her nails over his nipples and her teeth were at his throat.
Fuck, he could taste her on his tongue.
The unimaginable ability of their coming together was layered, faceted by their needs and desires. How could anyone deny this? Fight against it? He wanted to yell her name, wanted to hear her scream his.
And so he did.
Nanshe!
“Carlo!”
Soundwaves danced within his skull, swinging into focus the sounds he’d been missing. Right there, in his head, he heard her whimpers, the soft, wet music of her mouth around his cock, the glide of his thick cock within her.
All of it danced over his senses.
This was madness.
“Stay with me. Give me everything I’ve ever wanted.”
His wolf couldn’t deny her, couldn’t stop the mewling cry of acceptance and mirroring need. Cinnamon and earth. The dirt and the air. They were opposites yet tied to each