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He doesn’t say which, but I don’t need him to, I know exactly what he’s talking about.

“I… I didn’t mean it like that, Serena. I was hurting, and I didn’t know what to do. The bond really was pulling me to you. I could have dealt with it the same way you were, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to see you. I just didn’t know how to fix it, but I want to. Tell me what to do, Serena. Anything at all, I’ll do it.”

His eyes shine with sincerity, and I shake my head, looking down at our hands with a chuckle.

“You don’t have to do anything, Storm,” I tell him, rubbing my thumb over his, watching the way his fingers tighten around mine, my hand so much smaller than his.

Storm remains quiet, and it’s not until I look back up at him, his eyes wide and so damn sad, that I realize the way he must have taken my words.

Damn, we’re both bad at this.

Fuck it, clearly words aren’t my best bet here.

I lunge forward, pressing my lips to his with a little more force than I’d intended. Thankfully, Storm isn’t a pushover and easily stays upright, saving us from tumbling off the bed onto the hard, cold stone floor.

Storm freezes, eyes wide, lips unmoving, fingers still tangled in mine. For a moment, I worry I’ve made a mistake.

Maybe he didn’t want me to kiss him?

I run back over our conversation, and I can’t think of anything that really made it seem like he was interested in more than just forgiveness.

Crap.

I pull away, falling back on the bed, his hold on my hand finally loosening enough that I can pull mine free.

My eyes go wide when Storm follows me; this time, his whole body hovers over me, his nose pressed to mine. His knee presses to my throbbing core, making my breath hitch and my heart race.

For a second I’m stunned, blinking up at him, unable to process what happened. I’d thought I read everything wrong, but judging by the feral look in his eyes as he stares down at me, I’m thinking maybe I had it right the first time.

So slowly it’s almost torturous, Storm closes the small space between us, not just with his lips but his whole body. I feel every inch of him against me, from his muscular chest down to his hard length, that he doesn’t hesitate to grind against me. I don’t even try to stop the moan this time. I’ve missed Storm, and my bond sings happily in my chest, his touch making me feel almost giddy.

Storm groans against my lips, and I feel his chest rumble with the sound of his beast.

“Silly kitty,” I mumble against his lips, feeling the way his pull up in a smile.

“Fuck, I missed you, Serena,” he breathes against my lips, unwilling to move away. I can’t say I mind him this close, but I want to see his face.

I need to know he’s okay, not just trying to ignore his feelings. That’s what got us here in the first place.

Against my better judgment, I press a hand to his chest. It takes a second, but he moves back, his eyes unfocused, before his brows pull together in concern.

“Are you okay, Storm?” I ask before he can work himself up too much. My heart skips a beat when his lips pull up in a rare full smile. Storm is an ass ninety percent of the time, but when he cares about you, he does it with his whole heart, and right now, the way he’s looking at me, it’s like I can feel his love like a physical thing.

“I’ve never been better, Hops,” he assures me, and I see the truth in his eyes a second before he’s on me again. This time, I have no willpower left, no reason to stop him.

Storm fills my senses, his body against mine, the taste of him on my tongue, his scent wrapping around me like a blanket, warm and comfortable.

“Huh, so this is how Pike felt. I can see why he was pissy.” Sol’s voice startles me bad enough that I let out a very unsexy squeak, smacking my head against Storm’s, making both of them chuckle.

Assholes.

“Damn, you have a hard head,” I whine, rubbing at the spot, half expecting to have a bump.

Storm chuckles, the sound deep and husky, and gods be damned, the sound goes right to my already aching clit as he grinds his hard length against me with a smirk.

‘Hard head’ indeed. The good news is with him between my legs, I forget about the ache in my skull.

Storm hovers over me, his fingers ghosting down my side, making goosebumps rise on my skin. It probably shouldn’t turn me on, knowing Sol is watching us, but it does. His fingers reach my waist, his finger absently rubbing over my hip bone, makingme squirm and whine, but he ignores me, instead looking to his brother.