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in the joining with Rowe,
not to mention Quinn, made him ache to prolong the moment. Quinn’s psychei had laid the foundation for his future, and Val wanted to make this night
unforgettable for the woman he was coming to love, as unbelievable as he knew
the emotion to be.
    Thrusting deep, he stared into Rowe’s ecstatic expression,
glanced at Quinn’s agonized bliss, and felt his energy seep into Rowe. He
rammed harder, Quinn’s energy stimulating his own.
    “Rowe, baby. I’m sorry. I can’t slow down. Not with you, not
yet.” Not until he’d finished planting his marker, not until he could know she
was truly his.
    “Val, please,” she begged, meeting his plunging cock as he
rubbed against her clit. “I need to come.”
    Quinn lay next to her and leaned over her breasts. He sucked
a nipple into his mouth and lowered his hand over Val’s hand, alternately
rubbing Rowe’s clit and grazing Val’s cock, slick with her cream.
    Val couldn’t take much more. The sexual energy flowing in
and around the three of them was impossible to resist, and he’d nearly reached
his limit. Three hours of exhausting, overwhelming sex had finally drained him.
“Almost, baby. Yes, Rowe, that’s it,” he encouraged as she arched up against
him and clamped down on his cock. “Milk it, sweetheart. Take what’s yours.”
    He used his psychei to caress Quinn and Rowe,
heightening the man’s raging erection while Rowe teetered on the verge of
orgasm. “That’s me inside you, pushing my cock deep inside your pussy. Take me,
sweetheart. Let your iriu fill your sweet cunt.”
    She tightened around him, and the sensual anguish on her
face told him how close she was, how much she needed to climax. Feminine hunger
pulsed within him, and Quinn’s throaty moan told him the man felt it as well.
Though he’d just come again down Rowe’s throat, Quinn looked ready to explode
once more. He removed his hand from her clit and stroked himself, rubbing
faster and harder while licking and sucking her nipples.
    “Val, I need you, iriu , please,” Rowe begged, and the
honeyed sound of iriu on her lips triggered his climax.
    “Now, Rowe, now!”
    He released into her, his pleasure magnified as her vaginal
walls clenched him tight, squeezing the semen from his cock. He cried out as he
came, hearing Rowe sing with him, her passion a thing of beauty. As they
physically bonded, their energies entwined with each other, sliding along the
pathway created through Quinn’s psychic bridge. The finality of their bond
snapped into place, and he knew real peace, that he’d finally found his future,
and she was here.
    Images and thoughts crowded Val’s mind, fantasies of him and
Rowe in new and interesting positions making him take note, even as the rapture
of the moment stole his breath. She overwhelmed him with her heart. Such
generosity of spirit, such a need to love and be loved. He could see the whole
of her, joined as they were, and he’d never seen anything to match the wonder
of his iriu .
    He closed his eyes and stilled, his heart pounding, his cock
still throbbing as Rowe drained him of his seed. He’d never come so hard or for
so long before and could only attribute the magic to his joining.
    “Val, my God,” she gasped, her breasts heaving with
exhaustion. “I can feel you in me. I mean, all of you.”
    He smiled and ran his hand over her belly, softly stroking
the place that would someday swell with his child. “I know. Who knew a
Chartrell could be so damn sweet?”
    She laughed and groaned, clutching Quinn’s head to her
breast. The big man finally released her and lay back. They watched him come
over his hand and belly, and Val felt his cock twitch, but nothing more. He’d
exhausted himself.
    Quinn sighed and closed his eyes. “Too much sexual energy
from you two,” he rasped. “Sorry, but that’s the last of it for tonight.”
    “Don’t be sorry,” Rowe said with a smile and kissed his
cheek. “We can feel your pleasure.”