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Today, he was getting a last-minute training session in with Xavier. I wasn’t at my window; this time, I sat outside on a chair, taking a front-row seat.

“Remember to keep your hands up here,” Xavier said, lifting Robby’s fists so that they covered his perfect face and not his sensitive nipples. “You never want to leave your money-maker open to a hit.”

“Right, right… Then maybe I should be covering my ass?”

I snorted before adding, “And keep that leg a little forward.” I pointed. He dropped his gaze and listened. “There. That way, you can brace yourself and leave an opportunity to kick him in the nuts if you need to.”

“Which you won’t be needing to, thank you very much.” Xavier moved away quickly, the back of his sneakers touching the edge of the pool. A tall stone wall surrounded the yard. Green ivy and purple lionheads grew up the wall, adding a beautiful splash of verdant color to the backdrop.

“You ready to head out?” I asked Robby, checking my watch. There was an hour until the party started, an hour until we ended this all.

“Yup,” Robby said. He wiped beads of sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. “Let me just go inside and get changed real quick.” He wore a pair of white gym shorts and a bright pink T-shirt splattered in old and dried-up gray paint. I couldn’t help but notice he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I could practically trace the outline, which was exactly what I wanted to do. Just not with my hand, but with my tongue.

“I have to change shoes,” I said. Robby glanced down at my perfectly fine pair of black sneakers. He shrugged and didn’t ask any questions as he walked past me back into the castle. I followed close behind.

Yeah, he isn’t wearing anything. Not with how his ass is eating those shorts.

Fucking hell. I couldn’t get enough of that ass. Or those legs, or hands, or lips, or cock. All of him. From the soles of his feet right up to the very crown of his head, I found myself craving him. Thankfully, he had also given in to the lusty connection that tied our two cores together, forgoing the guest room and sleeping in mine instead.

Those nights were all I ever really wanted and more. We’d spend all night tangled up together, licking and sucking and kissing and touching. There were times we would watch the sun wake with its gentle bluish-golden glow creeping in through the blinds.

And even on those days, I still wasn’t satiated. He had woken a beast in me that was difficult to put back to sleep. I couldn’t wait for this all to be over so I could fully enjoy him. I didn’t want the cloud of this curse hovering over us any longer, I didn’t want to think about what would happen if the cure couldn’t be found. My intentions weren’t as noble as most hunting for a stop to this. Of course, I wanted to see my little brother back to full health and for the extinction of my species to be put on pause, but there was also the underlying current that tugged at me to protect Robby at all costs. It was a battle that raged inside my head from the moment I woke to the seconds before sleep.

“You don’t really need to change, do you?” Robby said as we entered my bedroom.

I shut the door behind me. “No, I just couldn’t resist stealing another moment with you before we go.”

“You know, stealing can get you in trouble,” Robby said as he slowly dropped his shorts, revealing that my assumptions were correct. He’d been wearing nothing.

“What could my punishment be?”

“Hmm,” Robby said, finger against his lips, his other hand cupping his balls. “I think I can let you off easy this time. But if it happens again, you’ll have to serve some time.”

“Thank you for your mercy.” I grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and lifted it off him. He stood completely naked, his toes wiggling against the red-and-blue Persian rug, his cock hanging heavy between his legs. He had such a sexy fucking body, with those divots in his hips that led your eyes down to a trimmed bush of dark pubes, a happy trail leading up toward a perfect stomach and chest. The dusting of chest hair stopped around those perfect clavicles, leading to a neck I loved to kiss on.

And that face. Fucking hell. I pushed in for a kiss, reaching around to grab his ass.

I wanted him. All of him. I wanted to be buried deep inside him, watching him writhe underneath me as I filled him up, making him beg for more.

But that would have to wait. “Fuck,” I said against his lips, already hard as a rock. And so was he, his twitching length pressed up against me. I wanted to be selfish and say we could be late to the party, just so I could slowly devour this man and watch him come undone… but we couldn’t get distracted. Not today.