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she’ll accept us, already together?” With a faint smile to Judy, he headed for the elevator, punching the button for the top floors.
    “Do you think she’ll accept us being wyvern?” was Slone’s returned question.
    This time, Ja’Rol’s sigh was deeper. He understood Slone’s intent. One thing at a time. The doors opened and he entered automatically. On the ride, he had another thought. “What about her age?”
    “How do you mean? You’re only a century older,” Slone pointed out with wry humor. Slone was considerably older than Ja’Rol.
    “Exactly. Will she age?”
    “No, if she fully accepts us, draws our souls together, she will live as long as we do.”
    Ja’Rol folded his hands behind his back, pensive now that he was unsure about the coming days. He wanted her, loved Slone, and didn’t want to hurt either, or destroy what he already had. He knew Slone felt the same desire for the blonde livewire. The want to taste and touch had been a thriving echo in his lover’s thoughts the entire time they’d talked in the office. He may be better at controlling it, but Ja’Rol knew where to find it.
    “Come to me,” Slone said, enticement in the three words.
     
    * * * *
    Slone stood from his desk when he sensed the elevator’s arrival. Clicking the last button to set the reservations and ready the jet for duty the following day, he felt a bolt of anticipation seeing the flicker of the screen.
    They’d finally met her. After months of hiding his hungers from his lover, squashing the guilt that he was lying and somehow shortchanging Ja’Rol, then discovering they both felt the emptiness, her appearance had stripped a weight from his shoulders. The two men had spent decades together. The oddity of this happening to them could only mean that they were destined to find her, or the deep emptiness, the desire would have never prepared them for their meeting.
    Slone agreed wholly that she was perfect for them. Short, blonde hair, blue eyes that a man could fall into, and a body that was made for a man’s touch and caress. Ja’Rol was only two inches shorter than himself, which meant standing, Brigit came to Slone’s chest. He licked his lips, imagining her between them. He throbbed with the growing want.
    She wasn’t stick thin either, rather a woman with shape, with curves. He chuckled. Now Slone understood Ja’Rol’s comment about staring at breasts. Thankfully, she’d never once suspected that was what he’d been doing—a lot. Her shirt hadn’t been provocative, simple and evenly cut. It had been plain male appreciation to follow the shape of her breasts beneath the cream colored fabric, the V of the shirt teasing him with pale skin at the hollow of her throat. Shaking his head ruefully, he couldn’t help picturing the firm, rounded shape of her ass in her jeans. The woman had a body that was divine.
    “Shame on you ,” Ja’Rol teased him.
    “Can I help that she is beautiful?” he asked as the office door swung inward. He turned off his monitor, smiling at the handsome visage of his friend. He never grew tired of staring into his sun-worshipped dark gold eyes, or running his fingers through the thick swathe of hair that reached to his shirt color. Long but neat. Just the way Slone liked it.
    Ja’Rol slipped a hand around Slone’s neck, bringing their bodies together. Slone clasped him at his waist, feeling blood thicken his already aching cock. Sitting across from Brigit had left him heated and hungry. And Ja’Rol was the man to ease that ache, though now that they’d found her, the void of incompletion was expanding.
    “We need her,” Ja’Rol murmured with understanding, brushing slow sipping kisses to Slone’s chin. Pausing, he told him, “But we have to be careful. She already feels indebted to us for taking her.”
    Slone nodded, knowing what Ja’Rol had sensed from the blonde bombshell who’d just shaken up their lives forever. “Let’s go upstairs. I need more than this.”