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did it again—again— again .
    “Yes. Yes. Give me more. Yes, please. ”
    That word. Kas jerked Myrddin up off the ground, licked all his please off his lips and kissed him. He moaned against Kas’ mouth, shook in Kas’ arms as he gave in to his pleasure. Heat wet Kas’ belly, his chest, and Myrddin squeezed around him tighter.
    Kas shuddered, clutched Myrddin close against his body, and thrust once, twice, while he spilled himself inside. As he did so, more than pleasure filled him. There was a sense of rightness , the missing pieces slotted into place. He knew another truth then, but he had no words with which to share his understanding.
    He was Death, and Myrddin was…someone who needed that. As Kas needed him . Even if it was counterintuitive, even if it made no sense—even if he couldn’t comprehend the why, he knew it was true, and was satisfied. He had the word he needed most anyway.
    Mine.
     
    Myrddin lay in Kas’ arms, breathing hard, more than willing to give in to his kiss, his easy strength. He had been shattered, broken, and now the pieces that were left wouldn’t give. For the first time since his mother had left him, Myrddin felt like he could breathe, even though he was still panting with the effort of his pleasure, the release of his power. He felt his own blood sticky on his skin and blinked at the profusion of greenery that had burst out of the ground around him.
    “Hmm… ohh. ” His first movement as he tried to sit up reminded him that his new lover was still inside him, still aroused. The thick heat of Kas’ cock was a pleasant pressure. He tried to push himself off it, but he only moved a few inches before Kas grabbed his hips and slammed him back down again. “ Nnn—ahh !”
    He sucked in breath, felt Kas settle him against his body, all the way inside, throbbing now, hotter, harder . Myrddin shook a little, bit his lip, tried again to lift himself off Kas’ cock, but the moment he thought he might escape, Kas seized him again and pulled him down. The shock of being filled so much, so suddenly, forced another cry out of him. Kas laid him back against the ground, hovered over him and held his arms down against the grass.
    “My word. Give me my word .”
    Myrddin stared up at him, pinned, gasping, then sucked in a breath and let it out on one, long syllable.
    “ Please… ” The long, slow withdrawal of Kas’ cock from inside him was followed immediately by its return. One of his hands curled around Myrddin’s erection, thumb rubbing under the head, up and down and his wrist twisting just so—Kas didn’t have to ask for the word this time. “Please, please, please— ”
    “Mine.”
    “ Ohh. Ohh— ”
    Without the distraction of his own soul overflowing, the strange sensation that was death without pain, without staying dead, the pleasure was more. Much more . Myrddin reached up Kas’ back, tangled his fingers in the wild fall of long dark hair and tugged him down, licked at his lips until he parted them, then gave in to his kiss.
    Everything Myrddin tried to take, he ended up giving instead, but he couldn’t protest. There was something arousing about this wild strength, the desire in the black eyes. Kas . He smiled at the thought of it, then groaned before he could say a word. So deep . “You don’t—you don’t make any sounds, Kas. You don’t— mmm. Ka…ohhh. ”
    He sucked in a breath, arched his back off the ground with Kas’ next thrust and felt Kas’ hands slip from his cock and his hip down to his buttocks, part them wider, open him up. He sank deeper, and Myrddin felt Kas’ body shaking, quiet huffs of breath passing his lips. He was laughing . “You make sounds. Make sounds .”
    “I—” But the moment Myrddin opened his mouth again, Kas pulled back. His thrusts forced out another groan, then another, and another as he drove in faster, clutched Myrddin tighter. Myrddin reached down and took hold of his own erection, bit his lip to keep back the