for cleansing.
Abruptly the first strands of moonlight came then, lancing through the window glass to bathe them all in its silver.
Dominic raised his face toward the sacred light, glorying in its cool caress. Along Emma’s back, the muscles of his abdomen rippled and yanked taut. A terse, strangled shout broke from him.
Carlo halted, transfixed by the sight of her and Dominic’s naked bodies locked in an erotic embrace. He watched with obvious envy as his friend hunched over her, his massive frame cruelly seized by the brutal cramping that heralded the last physical effects of the Calling.
Dominic clutched her to him, and her body bowed willingly within the cavern of his. Ravaged by the onslaught of this new primal pleasure-pain, his lungs sawed with ragged breath. Held this close, she felt the final Change come over him with a zinging sweep of Else World magic.
When he slowly uncoiled behind her, the transformation in him was palpable. His skin was hotter now, his body harder, his demeanor more passionate and determined.
But the greatest difference could be felt pressed high along the hollow of her back. For instead of one male shaft extending from him, there were now two.
There was nothing subtle in the way he handled her now. Nothing subtle in the way his twin cocks angled high, twitching and straining for a taste of her. He was readying for rut. Within minutes, he would make her his.
Carlo stumbled awkwardly backward, tripping over the footstool and then knocking into the dressing table.
His attention riveted on Emma, Dominic didn’t acknowledge the disturbance in any way.
Fumbling behind himself, Carlo blindly gathered his belongings from the table where he’d set them. The clink of coins came, and the whoosh of the drape falling from the mirror. The creak of the doorknob. Emma’s fingers dug into the muscles of Dominic’s arm, trying to dislodge him. Trying to reach the dubious haven that was her husband.
“No! Don’t leave us!” she pleaded, realizing he was about to go.
A calloused male hand rose to her breast again, covering it. The pad of a thumb brushed her nipple. She moaned, helpless to deny the pleasure it wrought in her.
Across the room, Carlo’s face contorted with despair. His throat worked soundlessly, and he shook his head.
“I’m sorry. I can’t.”
With that, he swung around and fled, slamming the door behind him.
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