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    Einan groaned and thrust his tongue in deeper, wrapping the appendage—one longer and more slender than a human’s with triple the number of taste buds—around Cornelius’s tongue. He stroked it for several seconds, unable to seem to get enough of the shifter’s taste.
    Feeling Cornelius’s tongue slide across his canine, Einan started to pull back. Then, his mate moaned wildly and deliberately did it again, harder. His lover bucked his body, clinging oh-so-nicely. Einan felt Cornelius’s blunt nails dig into his hide, reminding him he held a shifter, and he smiled around the kiss. He could acknowledge that he liked that little bite of pain, too, and the fact that his mate marked him while stroking his canines, letting him mark him, too…even better.
    A throat clearing, followed by a second, and a third—although that one was far more giggly. Hating the interruption—even though his screaming lungs told him he needed to stop soon anyway—Einan eased the kiss to an end and lifted his head slightly.
    Cornelius peered up at him through half-mast lids, looking completely dazed and debauched.
    Glorious.
    The original throat clearer—judging by the timber of the voice—did it again, but Einan ignored it in favor of sipping a few butterfly kisses from his mate’s lips. When he finally separated them, his chest heaved and he worried any pressure to his shaft would make him blow.
    “Hot damn,” Einan mumbled. “Kissing you is like sticking my finger in a light socket.”
    “Is that—Is that good?”
    “Hell, yeah.”
    “If you two are done,” Maelgwn stated, amusement lacing his tone.
    Einan glanced over his shoulder and realized they had quite the audience…and his mate’s shorts had sagged halfway down his thighs. Knowing that had been his own fault, he bit back his growl while spreading his wings and wrapping them around Cornelius, shielding his partially undressed mate from possible view.
    Gus frowned and peered around Einan so he could see Cornelius’s face. “Are you okay, Corny? You left so suddenly.”
    His brow ridges shot up at that. Einan turned back to Cornelius and mouthed Corny ? His mate just rolled his eyes, then looked over Einan’s shoulder at Gus. “Yeah. I’m okay.” Smirking, he wriggled a bit as he pulled his cargo shorts up. “Better than, even. Uh, Einan is, uh.”
    Einan noted that while Cornelius zipped his fly, he didn’t try to button them. It would have been near impossible anyway, since Einan was finding it a bit tough to relinquish his new favorite toy—Cornelius’s soft pubic hairs. Even the sticky cum didn’t diminish the odd sense of pleasure he felt at threading his claws through the strands. In fact, since it was drying, creating tangles and clumps, which Einan gently tugged out, probably stinging Cornelius just a smidge, it made it that much better. He’d figured out pretty damn quickly that Cornelius liked a smidge of sting, keeping his cock hard and twitching against Einan’s wrist.
    Finally, Cornelius’s stuttered words registered in his lust-fogged brain. He had no intension of hiding their relationship and wouldn’t allow Cornelius to do it, either. Grinning, Einan glanced over his shoulder at his chieftain. “Cornelius is my mate. I’m glad to hear he’s already planning to move here.” Returning to focus on Cornelius, he winked and tugged extra hard on a curl. “Although, it’d be damn fun to convince him of the—” He tugged again. “—benefits of moving in with me.”
    Cornelius gasped and wriggled against him. The move put pressure on Einan’s swollen, leaking prick. Damn, even the presence of four men at his back hadn’t softened him. Deciding he really, really needed to do something about his randy state, Einan looked over his shoulder at his uninvited audience. “Will you have Cornelius’s things brought to my sitting room? I hear the bus ride here can be long.” He returned his attention to Cornelius. “I believe I’ll