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warlock lifted Rhys’s legs on his shoulders. He positioned his dick

against Rhys’s opening and slid inside.

It was like coming home and being propelled into heaven, all

wrapped into one. Noah’s body was so familiar for Rhys now, but

even so, every sensation seemed new, a novel exploration of Rhys’s

sensuality. It should have been impossible for an incubus to even find

such things at his age. Through their nature, they discovered

everything involved with their sexuality quite early on in life. But

Noah was special, and as the warlock’s dick stretched Rhys’s passage,

Rhys could only cling to his mate’s shoulders and brave the explosive

sensations. He buried his fingernails into Noah’s flesh, seeking a way

to push back the climax already building inside him.

When Noah was at last fully seated inside him, Rhys took a few

deep breaths, struggling to clear his mind a little. Naturally, it didn’t

work, since at this point, Rhys’s hunger had gone too far out of

control. Noah retreated from Rhys’s body, then thrust back in, hitting

Rhys’s prostate as he did so. Rhys pushed back against his mate,

greedy for it, writhing under Noah as the warlock fucked him. His

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mind dissolved into incoherence, and he heard himself begging and

pleading with his lover. “Ahh, Noah! Noah! Harder, yes! Please,

more.”

The bed creaked with every hard thrust of Noah’s hips, and the

noise mixed with Noah’s grunts and Rhys’s own cries in a symphony

exalting their union. At one point, Rhys became unable to speak, only

managing to whimper, gasp, and sob out loud. But their bond was still

there, and through that connection, Rhys expressed his every need,

every emotion Noah awakened inside him.

Similarly, he could feel what Noah did, that hunger, that desire

that scorched him from the inside out. It was as if, with every thrust,

Noah tried to get deeper inside Rhys, to prevent them from ever being

parted. In the meantime, Rhys’s incubus magic flowed between them,

creating a conduit of pleasure and emotion. Rhys became a vessel for

it, his entire identity forsaken, the world ceasing to matter as he fully

surrendered to his mate.

It went on and on, the rapture quickly escalating until Rhys could

no longer withstand it. Noah buried himself inside Rhys one last time,

and his voice echoed inside Rhys’s mind.
“Come for me, baby.”

Those four words were enough to send Rhys over the edge.

Shouting Noah’s name, Rhys exploded, painting Noah’s chest and his

own belly with streaks of hot cum. Moments later, Noah followed

him, filling Rhys’s channel with his seed. The intensity of the climax

doubled with their joined bliss and Rhys’s mind simply short-

circuited. He could no longer tell where he ended and Noah began.

They were one. Their minds were in complete synch, and through

their union, Rhys could feel the other presence with them, the child

growing inside him. Beyond the raw carnality of the moment, there

was purity in it, and a certainty that their connection would last, that

they would have a future together, a family, just like Rhys had always

wanted.

“I love you so much, baby,”
Noah said through their bond.

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“I love you, too, Noah,”
Rhys answered. As he came off the high

of his orgasm, he felt a pang of loss when Noah left his body.

Nevertheless, his hunger was at least temporarily sated, and because

of that, his exhaustion was starting to return.

He cuddled close to Noah, smiling slightly when he felt Noah’s

magic sweep over him, eliminating the traces of their lovemaking.

But just as his eyes drifted shut, the shrill sound of his phone snapped

him out from his near slumber.

“Just leave it,” Noah suggested. “You’re too tired to deal with

nonsense, and if it were something regarding the attack, Byron or

Kaname would have let us know.”

That was true, but Rhys still felt the call might be important. He

slipped out of Noah’s embrace and found his phone among the

discarded remnants of his clothing. He frowned when he saw an

unknown number on the screen. Even so, he took the call since

everything inside him screamed to do so. “Hello?”

“Rhys, it’s Elden.” The phone didn’t provide Rhys with a visual

of his brother, but that mattered very little since Rhys could recognize

his brother’s voice anywhere.

“Elden? What do you want? Haven’t you already done enough?”

There was a brief silence at the other end of the receiver. “I had no

other choice,” he finally said. “Please understand…”

Elden’s voice was soft and quiet, but that did little to temper

Rhys’s anger. Because of Elden’s betrayal, Rhys’s father had nearly

been killed. Rhys would never forget the sight of his own brother

holding a gun to his dad’s forehead.

The worst thing was that a part of him did indeed understand.

Deep inside, Rhys couldn’t help but wonder what he would do if he

was ever put in that position. He loved Noah so deeply, and already

the child growing inside him was their treasure. If he had to choose

between his incubi family and his new one, what would he do?

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“I’d never force you into such a choice, baby,”
Noah said through

their bond, coming behind him and wrapping his arms around Rhys’s

waist.

“I know,”
Rhys answered.
“I trust you. But Elden wasn’t as lucky

as me.”

“Hear him out. He’s still your brother after all, and he’s lost

almost everything today.”

With a sigh, Rhys nodded. “I don’t understand, no,” he told his

brother. “Make me. Explain exactly what you meant through your

actions.”

“I know it looks bad,” Elden replied in a small voice, “but my

mate and I are tied to these people. We have no choice but to obey.”

“It didn’t look that way to me,” Rhys answered. “It seemed like

your mate was giving all the orders.”

“It’s not like that,” Elden cried out. “Cassyus is not a bad man.

We’re just stuck here. Please, Rhys. I know I betrayed you, but I need

your help. We’re in big trouble.”

A small shiver coursed through Rhys at Elden’s words. Elden had

been playing a dangerous game in allying himself with the demons,

and that could have easily backfired on him. “What’s wrong, brother?

Did they hurt you?”

“We were supposed to win that battle, to show that we could

cooperate with the ghouls and the fiends. It was a gamble Cassyus’s

shaman took since they could never get their lands back from the

other pixies without the demons’ aid. We thought we might have

some success after what happened with the Yamamotos. We tried our

best to prevent unnecessary injuries, and it worked out in the end. But

this time around, our failure displeased our supposed allies a lot.”

Elden released a small sob. “They have my kids, Rhys, my babies.

Please. You might hate me, but they’re just innocent children. They

don’t deserve to be in this mess.”

Rhys felt like he’d been slapped. He might have been able to

refuse his brother, to leave Elden to the path the other incubus had

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chosen. But Elden’s boys didn’t have any blame in this. They were

only tools, being used by evil creatures to manipulate their parents.

“It could be a trick,”
Noah whispered in his mind.
“He might be

trying to lure you into a trap. He’s done that before.”

“Yes, but can we take the chance?”
Rhys asked his mate.
“During

the battle, Elden seemed very fond of his kids, not to mention that

those boys were the ones to hack into the systems of the mansion. It’s

entirely possible that the demons might want to enact revenge on

them.”

“Those reinforcements did leave when the systems were hacked,

which might confirm his story. Besides, whether he plans to betray us

again or not, he might tell us something we can use, give us a lead.”

Rhys agreed with that, but he still wanted to take some

precautions. “All right, Elden, but I have to talk it over with Father

and—”

“No!” Elden shouted. “Please, no. If Father learns of this, it will

reach the ears of the demons. They’ll kill my boys. Just…If you can’t

help me, just don’t say anything.”

Rhys turned in his mate’s embrace and exchanged a helpless look

with his mate. Swallowing around the knot in his throat, he said,

“Fine, Elden. You win. Noah and I will help you. But if you betray

me this time around…”

“I won’t,” Elden said hastily, relief thick in his voice. “I swear I

won’t. Thank you, brother.”

“Don’t thank me just yet. We need to meet to talk this over.”

“Yes.” At the other end of the receiver, Elden seemed to grow

thoughtful and cautious. “I’ll meet with you alone. Just…Don’t forget

what I said, all right? I’m staking everything I am on you.”

How could Rhys deny his brother when faced with such a

comment? “Don’t worry, Elden. I won’t forget.”

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“Congratulations. It’s confirmed. The tumor is completely gone,

and your use of magic during the battle didn’t cause it to appear

again.”

Noah was visibly relieved at Sterling’s words, and Rhys even

more so. In spite of everything, there had always been the slight

doubt, the small fear that the strenuous activity Noah had gone

through in the past few months would bring back his tumor. Of

course, that was partially Noah and Rhys’s own fault. To a certain

extent, it amused Sterling, especially since he could tell the two men

were uncertain whether Sterling knew about their plan or not.

“But then, I’d checked you over once before,” Sterling added. “Is

there any reason why you’re concerned?”

“I think you’ll well aware of my reasons.” The warlock held

Sterling’s gaze without flinching as he wrapped a possessive arm

around his mate’s waist. His hand rested over the lump in Rhys’s

abdomen. “I don’t want to take any chances. I have too much to

protect.”

“Indeed.” Sterling answered, experiencing a brief pang of longing

at the sight. He could not tease them with his normal cryptic

comments when he saw them like that. It was something he desired as

well, but he still had a long wait ahead of him until his destined mate

was ready for him. After all, Shea was only a baby now.

Shaking himself, Sterling focused on the couple in front of him

and decided to lend them a hand. Rhys and Noah had been struggling

with a heavy secret for two months now, one they could not reveal to

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anyone else less they endanger two young lives and a pact signed

against all odds.

“But you really must be more careful,” he told them. “While your

intentions might be good, your plan might backfire should it come to

light.”

Noah’s hold on Rhys’s waist tightened. “I’m not sure what you’re

referring to, King Sterling.”

Sterling just smiled. “Of course you aren’t. And it’s not like you

came to me just to be sure Rhys’s brother isn’t double-crossing you

both. Let’s not pretend, shall we? Be brave enough to do what you

meant to.”

The color drained out of Rhys’s face, but the incubus quickly

recovered. “Is he betraying us?” Rhys asked in a trembling voice.

“No,” Sterling answered. “He’s just a man who was in the wrong

place at the wrong time. His life is out of his hands right now.”

“What about his mate?” Noah asked, having obviously gotten

over his shock at Sterling’s knowledge of their plan. “That

Cassyus…I don’t trust him.”

“Good,” Sterling replied. “He doesn’t trust you, either. There are

two people he trusts in his life, himself and Elden. He’s a powerful

man, and he hates having to run to you for assistance with this. You

can rely on him that he’ll do what’s best for his family, but from that

point on, all bets are off.”

Rhys groaned. “Cassyus said Kaname Yamamoto’s parents have

his children and are holding them prisoner. In the meantime, our

family and friends are actively looking for the Yamamotos and their