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.His eyes were full of fire, the same blaze that I’d fallen in love with.He was hot passion, scorching lust, and comfortably warm affection.I couldn’t get enough of him.We fell in a dance as old of time, our bodies entwined and melting together in the fire of our shared lust.The thrust and glide, his moans and my grunts, the scent of sex and sweat—all of it mingled to create a whirlpool of emotion and sensation that I couldn’t hope to escape.With every single thrust, I aimed for his prostate, and the burst of pleasure that exploded inside him rushed into me as well.Our mate bond burned so brightly I thought I could literally see it through my physical vision.Red’s cock bobbed between us, nudging my abdomen, its slick head painting my skin with his pre-cum.He didn’t try to reach for it, though, instead continuing to hold onto me, making keening noises that sounded strikingly melodious.He was a vision of beauty, his red curls now clinging to his forehead, his lovely face flushed and his full lips bruised from my kisses.I wanted to own him.No, I needed to own him, to claim him as mine.Thankfully, Red agreed with me.He tilted his head, exposing130Scarlet Hyacinththe white column of his throat to me.I didn’t wait for a second invitation.I struck, burying my fangs in his soft flesh.Sweet blood flooded my mouth, and with it came a pleasure so intense my consciousness cracked.Thrusting one last time inside him, I came so hard I saw stars.Or rather—I saw Red, only Red, the rest of the world melting away, irrelevant.His pleasure was mine, just like mine was his.Our hearts beat at the same rhythm, and our breaths followed the same pattern.Our thoughts and emotions mingled, and for a few beautiful seconds, I truly lost myself in the mate bond that gripped me so strongly, allowing me to be one with my mate.The best and most beautiful thing was that I felt him so close to me, just as taken in by the bliss as I was.When he climaxed, I experienced it in several ways, through the tightening of his ass muscles around my prick, the wet heat of his spunk as it hit my chest, but most importantly, through our connection.And I heard him saying my name, over and over, like a prayer.“Philippe.Philippe.”In that moment, I truly believed that all my wait had been worth it.It had hurt and turned me into a selfish asshole, but Red had freed me from my old self.His kindness and passion had given me a new life.And maybe things weren’t perfect.There were still doubts, fears, hesitations, and hurts echoing from the past.But we could beat that.Together, we could defeat it.As we descended from the high of our orgasms, I kissed him again, just because I could, just because we were here and we loved each other.He kissed me back, but it wasn’t desperate like before—more like, content, satisfied.When I finally slipped out of him, we fell together on the glass.He relaxed in my arms, and for a little while, we remained like that, holding each other, quiet save for the panting we couldn’t prevent.In the distance, I could still hear the music coming from the party, but I had no desire to go there.Red was the one who broke the silence.“Well, that was satisfactory,” he said.Little Red and the Big Black Panther 131“Satisfactory?” I repeated in mock outrage, knowing he was teasing me, but playing along just the same.“Do you mean I didn’t blow your mind?”“Oh, you blew that and more…my big black panther.” His lovely eyes scanned me from head to toe.“I’m sure you could prove it to me again and again.” His slender finger trailed over my arms, and his voice melted into a wondrous whisper.“Oh, my, what big arms you have!”My dick twitched, standing up for attention and ready for another round.I didn’t heed its call.Instead, I chuckled, loving that we could be both passionate and playful together.“All the better to hold you with, baby,” I replied.Red smiled lazily at me, and swept his fingers over my earlobes.“My, what big ears you have.”I arched my brow, since I didn’t think I had particularly big ears.Nonetheless, I went along with the game.“All the better to hear you when you cry out for me.”The same pretty pink flush covered Red’s face, until the shade became alarmingly similar with that of his hair.“My, what a big cock you have.”His small hand gripped my dick as he spoke, and I couldn’t help but growl.“All the better to fuck you with.”I’d have undoubtedly done exactly that, but something stopped me.That same feeling that had once warned me of Will Scarlet’s attack and the Snow King’s presence nagged at the back of my mind once more.I frowned, instinctively covering Red’s body with mine and scanning the garden for any threats.Before I could even hope to detect my foe, my vision went blurry and a strange force seemed to enter me.It felt scary, very much like the power that had once held me trapped in my feline form, the power of Anelah’s curse.For a few seconds, I actually thought that she had indeed enchanted me again, but the magic felt different.Colder.132Scarlet HyacinthWhatever its source, the end result was the same.When I could focus, I found myself on four paws, in my shifted form.It was different from the last times I’d shifted.I mentally tried to turn into my normal human form, but found that I could not.Struggling not to panic, I desperately looked around, searching for my mate.Red was nowhere to be seen.In his place, a small firebird hovered in the air.His entire body was ablaze, and when I tried to get too close, my whiskers found out that no, they weren’t immune to that particular fire.“Well,” he said in a chirpy voice that sounded just like his previous one.“This sucks.”I couldn’t have agreed more.We had to find out what was happening, and judging by the noises now coming from the palace, the only place where we could find answers was there.With my mate clumsily flying behind me, I started to make my way toward the palace, wondering what was waiting for us in the Arthurian royal residence.THE ENDWWW.SCARLETHYACINTH.WEBS.COMABOUT THE AUTHORA native Romanian, Scarlet was born in 1986 and grew up an avid fan of Karl May and Jules Verne, reading fantasy stories and adventure.Later, when she was out of fantasy stories to read, she delved into her mother’s collection of books and, of course, stumbled onto romance.As a writer, though, Scarlet Hyacinth was born one sunny summer day, when a dear friend of hers—the same friend who introduced her to GLBT fiction—proposed they start writing a story of their own.As it turns out, the two friends never did finish that particular story, but Scarlet discovered she had a knack for writing and ended up starting to write individually.And so, between working on her dissertation, studying for exams, and reading yaoi manga, she started writing the Kaldor Saga.Along the way, Scarlet met a lot of wonderful people who supported her, and in the end, she found her story a home and, in the process, fulfilled a beautiful dream.For all titles by Scarlet 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