Enemy Overnight (29 page)

Then Tiber drove into him, pushing him into Jasmine again and again. Shauss absorbed it all—the pounding thrusts, the hoarse cries, the fingernails scoring trails of fire down his ribs—until sweet, searing energy boiled up his spine and down through his balls.

The resulting explosion nearly blew his eyeballs out of his head.

He didn’t know how long he’d rested his damp forehead on Jasmine’s when he felt Tiber’s tongue on his shoulder. Had he come too?

The feel of a softening cock sliding wetly from his ass answered that question. He must have used the probe.

“You’re both mine now,” Tiber said smugly.

Jasmine shook her head. “No, you’re both mine now,” she wheezed. “And you’re incredibly heavy. Could I have some air, please?”

They both rolled off her at once and Tiber ducked into the shower to clean up.

While he was gone, Shauss opened the cabinet to take care of an overdue task.

“Your neck is still very slender, but I added a few links to this thinking—hoping—you’d gain some more weight.” He frowned. Jasmine’s lips were trembling as she stared at the collars he held. “Is something wrong?”

“You’re giving it back?” she asked.

“Of course I’m—” His eyes widened and his heart squeezed. “I never took it from you,
aramai
—I removed it during your transition so it didn’t choke you and resized it while it was off. It’s always been yours. It always will be.”

Her smile was blinding as she held up her hair. “Please?”

He refastened it around her neck and snapped the lock shut with finality.

“I’m yours,” she whispered.

He brushed a tear from her cheek. “Yes, you’re mine.” Spying Tiber, he added, “And so are you. Come here.”

Standing, he showed Tiber the beaten gold band he’d acquired for him. “Like hers, this one locks and I hold the key. Once I put it on you, it stays. Are you mine?”

After a long, solemn look, Tiber nodded. “I’m yours.”

Shauss closed it around his neck and locked it. “You’re both mine. You always will be.”

“What about you?” Tiber asked.

“What about me?”

“You’re ours. Aren’t you going to wear one?”

“Doms don’t wear collars.”

“You do when you’re ours,” Tiber promised.

Seeing the determination on his two favorite people’s faces, Shauss grinned and said his two favorite words. “Make me.”

About the Author

A bookworm from the age of ten, Robin L. Rotham lived vicariously through daring, romantic heroines for nearly twenty years, dreaming all the while of one day writing her own romance novels, as well as her own happily ever after. When she finally found her real-life hero, he wasn’t quite what—or where—she expected. Undaunted, she chased him over three states and four years before he finally swept her off her feet. He’s been more than worth the effort.

The realities of home and family kept her from fulfilling her other dream for ten more years, but Robin finally succumbed to the writing bug in 2005 and cranked out her first novel on a used laptop from eBay in less than seven weeks.

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