Authors: Ann Macela

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Everything else was, however, just right. She gave herself a big grin and turned on the water.

After she’d taken care of the necessities and run a brush through her hair, she opened the door and peeked around it. He had laid the spread back and was sprawled across the bed. Sleeping? She stood for a moment with her hands on her hips. Wasn’t that exactly like the stereotype of a man? Falling asleep right away?

She ought to give him some time to recuperate. “Men aren’t machines,” Fergus had said.

She already knew they weren’t, of course. Come to think of it, after the day she’d put in, she could use a nap, too. She climbed into the bed next to him, nudged him until he moved over so she had enough room, and lay down.

She didn’t think he woke up, but his arms went around her, and he spooned against her backside.

Oh, wow, was it wonderful, snuggled up against her soul mate. She closed her eyes and let herself drift off, her last thought how stupendous bonding would be.

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

Feeling absolutely wonderful, Jim floated on his back on the bed while warm, smooth hands glided over his body, massaging his tired muscles, soothing his aches. If he was a big cat, he’d be purring. He tried a purr, sort of a grunting hum. Life was good.

The hands worked on his shoulders, slowly moved to his chest. Not too hard, not too soft, the pressure was just right. They continued down his rib cage and went around the end of his breastbone. His center was quiet, for which he was grateful. Damned disturbing—and painful—the way it intruded itself into his business.

He would have frowned, except he felt too damn . . . content. That was the word,
content.
He didn’t even have the energy to open his eyes. He did a purr again. Life was
really
good.

The hands moved to his sides and met in the middle over his navel. His cock twitched. It wanted those hands lower. It grew and hardened, in anticipation—or was it invitation?

Whatever.

Slowly, so slowly, the hands drifted farther. By the time they reached its base, his cock was fully erect and wanted to be touched so badly, it was almost crying.

He squirmed, trying to bring it in contact with those hands.

The hands moved again, encircled him, slid up ... and down ... and up—oh, yes!—and down ... and stopped.

The hands were attached to a woman—his soul mate. He knew and was glad, but he wanted more. She was straddling his legs and hadn’t let go of him. Could he hope ... ?

He felt her warm breath on him. He froze, hoping, praying . . .

She gave him a little lick. Then another. And took him in her mouth.

Thank you, God!

The pleasure speared through him so acutely that he opened his eyes—and stared right into two pools of twinkling dark chocolate. She gave him another lick and sat up.

“I wondered when you’d wake up,” she said as she played with him, running those clever fingers up and down his length, giving him a little swirl over the tip. She was smiling and looked like temptation personified.

The combination of her touch and his vision tightened every muscle in his body and made him harder than steel.

He held out his arms. “Come here.” The words came out in a rasp. His throat was so tight, his blood nowhere near his brain, he was surprised he could think, much less speak, at all.

She released her hold and moved up on her hands and knees to hover over him.

Perfect. All he had to do was reach up and fondle to his heart’s content. Which he did.

She settled her lower half right where he wanted it, with his cock between her legs. Smirking at him, she slid her slick folds up and down along him. His eyes almost crossed with pleasure.

She grinned. Bent over and gave him a little kiss. Grinned some more.

“You’re pleased with yourself, aren’t you?” he managed to force out.

“Yep,” she answered, “and I have something to show you.”

“Yeah?” What was left? He’d seen it all.

“Yeah.” She raised up, positioned him, and took him inside her all the way.

As her tight muscles enveloped him, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes at the sheer satisfaction of being back inside her. God in heaven, the practitioners had it right with this no-barriers stuff. His hips made a little thrust up without his thinking about it.

“You need to take your hands off my chest for a minute,” she said.

He opened his eyes at the suggestion. She was serious. His center gave a lurch, seemed to rev up its vibrations. He moved his hands to her hips.

“To bond, we need to be making love and to touch each other’s center at the same time.”

“That’s it?”

“Bridget’s instructions. The man needs to be inside the woman.”

Despite the “location” right where he wanted to be, the process seemed weird, too simple, and somewhat anticlimactic to him. Being inside her was fine. Only touching her center? He shrugged mentally. It certainly wouldn’t hurt to go along with her, however—especially with the “inside” part.

“So, I touch you . . .” He placed the tips of the fingers of his right hand on her breastbone. “Do you feel anything?”

“Not really. Put your whole hand on me.”

He did so.

“Hmmm. Still nothing. Maybe if I ...” She did the same to him with her right hand. “Ahhh.”

“Yeah, my center started vibrating.” Not to be left out of their activities, his cock started throbbing to remind him exactly where it was and what it wanted.

“Mine, too. I can feel warmth spreading, but it’s not different from before.” She frowned. “I wonder what we’re doing wrong.”

“Maybe it will come to us. Right now ...” He ran his free hand up her side. “Right now, let’s not waste the opportunity. I’m inside you, and if one of us doesn’t start moving, I’m going to suffer great bodily harm.”

Her eyebrows went up, and she said in a mock-serious tone, “Oh, by all means, we don’t want that to happen.”

With his free hand, he pulled her down and kissed her. Their hands still caught between them, she began to move also. He set a slow rhythm she easily matched, and he took his time with the kisses, teasing her tongue, giving her little pecks, then delving deep.

Slow, leisurely lovemaking, exactly as he liked it.

His deliberate pace didn’t last long, however.

Within a minute, pressure began to build inside him. Serious pressure. Climatic pressure. Unlike he’d ever felt before, not centered only in his groin, but in his middle, too.

His center warmed, heated, flamed, sent sparks along his nerves to every part of his body.

He moved faster, kissed harder, held her tighter.

It wasn’t enough.

She must be feeling the same thing because she moved faster, kissed harder, held him tighter.

It still wasn’t enough.

Surrender! Stop thinking! Give in to all of it! Become soul mates!
Whether he was having a hunch or hearing from the imperative, he didn’t know and didn’t care. He had to do what it was telling him.

He threw himself and her into the most tumultuous lovemaking he’d ever experienced.

Jim knew the exact moment he lost control. His conscious mind went blank, his kiss turned voracious, his free hand roamed all over her, his thrusts lifted his hips clear off the bed. She responded like a possessed woman, riding him wildly, plundering his mouth, sucking on his tongue.

To every part of his body, the sparks shot out of his center like from a machine gun. He knew if he opened his eyes, he’d see fireworks all around them.

Then he felt it—magic energy flowing from him to her, from her to him, around in a course through their hands, their centers, their mouths, their joined bodies.

More than fireworks were going off. Power, sheer power raged through them as they both convulsed, their simultaneous climaxes fusing them together for a long moment.

She collapsed on top of him, and he couldn’t gather the strength to even take his hand out from between them.

Holy
. . . He didn’t finish the expletive either before he slept.

Irenee opened her eyes, but she didn’t move. Her muscles ached in the most interesting places. She was still on top of Jim, and their hands were still caught between them. Her head, turned toward his face, lay on her free arm, which was stretched up on the pillow next to his head. She took a deep breath, and a combination of his unique scent and pure sex filled her lungs. Her center fluttered—
smugly
.

Just when she decided he wasn’t awake, his hand moved slowly over her back, and his chest rose on his own inhalation.

She knew she ought to change position, at least get their hands out from between them. It was so hard, however, to raise even her head, much less her body.

“Irenee? Are you all right?” His voice sounded strained.

She nodded. “I think so. How about you?”

“Fine, I think. What a ride.”

“Did you have sparks?”

“I had the entire Chicago Fourth-of-July and New-Years fireworks shows combined.”

“I could have lit up the lakefront clear to Milwaukee.” She straightened out her legs and managed to slide to her right off his body and into the curve of his left arm.

He flapped his right hand around. “Thanks. It was going to sleep.”

She propped herself up on her right elbow—it wasn’t easy when her muscles protested—and turned to him. “We must be bonded now.”

“God, I hope so. I’m all for good sex, but if that’s what happens to us every time, I won’t live to see forty” He laid his hand on his stomach and rubbed his center. “Okay, how do we tell?”

“Cast lux, I guess. If we’ve gone up in level potential, we’re bonded.”

“Lux!”
they said at the same time. His lightball glowed indigo with blue swirls. Hers shone violet with indigo streaks.

The two balls quickly merged.

“Wow!” she said. “I think the mating worked.”

“I still can’t read the color gradations. How much did we gain?”

“Before you were a nine to ten, a solid blue. Mostly indigo with blue means a level eleven, for sure. I was a twelve, indigo with violet. I’m probably a thirteen now with more violet than indigo. How does your center feel?”

“Happy. A little bigger than it was. Or deeper. Or something. More.”

“Mine, too.” She sat up straighter and scooted over to the edge of the bed so they weren’t touching. “We need to see if we can exchange energy like Defenders do. Cut your power to the lightball.”

The large ball vanished.

Jim sat up slowly, gave her a skeptical look. “God, woman, I don’t understand how you can even move, much less think, after all the energy we just used. I’m surprised I even got
lux
out.”

“I’m exhilarated, and maybe I’m more accustomed to spell-casting and energy use than you are. We can always wait if you’d like.”

“No, I’m game, I guess.” He rubbed his center. “It’s fine. What do I do?”

“Gather your energy, push it out your hands, and see if you can make it coalesce in front of you. That’s what Defenders do. When I’m receiving energy, I usually think of it as a stream.”

“Okay, here goes.” He held out his hands, palms up. After a few seconds, he said, “I’m holding some. I can see it. Do you?”

“I can see an amorphous, glowing, very pale blue blob. Send it this way”

The blob floated over to her. She tried to grasp it, first with her hand, then with her mind, finally by reaching out from her center with her own energy, except ... “I can’t get hold of it. I tried three different ways. It bumps up against me, but won’t come inside.”

“Great.” He flopped back down on the bed.

“However.” She sat up straighter when a notion came to her. “Let’s try something.”

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