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planning with his attempt to break away, but they were both too maddened to try again.
    If Braendan could have been bothered to think, he'd have probably been embarrassed that a respectable Sidhe his age had been reduced to this. But right then and there, thinking seemed far too overrated. In fact, nothing was more important than grinding against Myles, kissing and touching every inch of him he could reach, seeking the pleasure that had stubbornly eluded them.
    In hindsight, Braendan had quite possibly waited for too long, because it was over with embarrassing speed. Even if the friction and the dry humping shouldn't have been in the least bit satisfying, he was already hovering on the edge of climax. He'd have liked to say he managed that performance for long enough to salvage his dignity, but really, the idea of hovering was quite optimistic. What really happened was that, for the first time in—what?—centuries, Braendan came in his pants, tumbling into orgasm with a cry.
    To his credit, Myles wasn't much better off. He jerked in Braendan's arms and moaned against his lips, his body trembling as he climaxed. He then decided it was a good idea to drive Braendan wild all over again and pressed an absolutely filthy kiss to Braendan's lips.
    It was unfortunate that Braendan's strength was the only thing keeping them stable, because Braendan's knees—already weak from the climax—finally gave out. He lost his balance and they tumbled to the ground in a graceless heap.
    For a few seconds, they just lay there, drawing deep breaths and staring at the canopy. Myles was the one who started laughing first, and the sound was so clear and beautiful that Braendan couldn't have held back if he wanted to.
    He laughed as well, deep hearty chuckles that seemed to strain muscles he hadn't used in a long time. That might actually be the case, now that he thought about it, since he hadn't had much reason for laughter before meeting Myles. The most he'd mustered was the occasional smile for Maeven and Mathias. But Myles had brought happiness back into his life, and now, Braendan could laugh again.
    It was just as well that their frantic grinding session had taken the edge off, because when they came together once more, it was different. As laughter faded, Myles gave him a serious look. "I want you to claim me now, Braendan."
    "Are you sure?" Braendan couldn't help but ask. Their relationship might have improved tremendously, but he was still very aware that the wounds left behind by Myles's past wouldn't immediately heal.
    Myles nodded, and there was no hesitation in his stance. "Positive. I see now that I've been looking at things all wrong. Watching the Lone Wolf Pack together made me realize that I've let other people opinions of me color my judgment." He smiled, and the twist of lips was a little sad and self-deprecating, but nonetheless there. "And maybe... Maybe in my heart, I'm still not sure I deserve you. But I know I belong to you, and I want to feel that. It could be selfish, but I'm tired of being afraid. I never want to be afraid again, not when I'm with you."
    Braendan had no words to reply. Perhaps a few centuries back, he might have managed to come up with something coherent, but not today. In the end, he decided words were useless, and he chose the same course of action that seemed to work particularly well for them. He kissed Myles.
    It would have been very easy for the lip-lock to turn into the same passionate explosion that had gripped them earlier, but miraculously, Braendan managed to tame it. He kept it gentle, all the while using this opening to finally get his mate naked. And oh, he'd known Myles was beautiful, but finally seeing him nude, lying there on the grass, completely at Braendan's mercy—it was almost too much for Braendan to bear. The sight stole his breath and made him freeze in place, which unfortunately, his mate took entirely the wrong way.
    "If you've changed your mind..." he started hesitantly,