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He swept his hand down her body to her legs, then shifted so he could move up her long, lean muscles to her core. His palm dragged through what he’d left on her, and he took his essence with him as he found her sex.

Which was running with honey, wetter than if she’d just bathed.

Cormia cried out and threw open her legs.

He went for the heart of her with his mouth before he had a clue where he was going. It didn’t matter that he had no technique to lead with. He needed to taste her, and that was going to happen only if his lips met hers—

“Oh . . . sweet female,” he said into her well. He was aware his fingers were biting into her thighs and that he was holding her splayed open, but he couldn’t help himself.

She didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. Her hands tangled in his hair and pressed him against herself as he dragged his tongue deep and deeper still. He rubbed his face in a circle, then started sucking and swallowing. He was ragged with thirst, feeding from her sex and off the sexual current between them, carried away—

She’d just started to come when the phone rang—and it was a no-brainer to stay right where he was. He could tell that she was rolling off the cliff of release by the way she stiffened and lifted her head so she could meet his eyes. She was nervous, excited, worried.

“Trust me,” he said to her. Then he made a point out of his tongue, tilted her hips up, and penetrated her.

She called out his name as she had her orgasm.

And that was when someone pounded on his door.

The following was taken out of Lover Enshrined because everyone thought it needed to be scrapped! My editor, my research assistant, and my CP (critique partner) all were like, “You don’t need it” . . . and I caved because I understood their point. Phury’s book ended powerfully, and tacking on something that happens years later diffused the closure. So here’s the epilogue that wasn’t:

Five years later . . .

“I’ve got her!” Phury called out to Bella as he scooped his niece up into his arms. Nalla giggled and buried her little face in his hair, which she loved to do, holding on to him with her strong grip.

Bella came racing around the corner of the Brotherhood’s library and then stopped short, her silver gown settling in a lovely swirl around her legs. The diamonds around her neck sparkled like fire, as did the ones on her wrists and at her ears.

“Oh, thank God,” she said. “I swear she’s as fast as her father.”

“You look so spectacular,” Cormia said from behind him.

“Thanks.” Bella fiddled with the gown. “This is not my usual style, but—”

“It barely does you justice.” Zsadist came into the library, looking like a vicious version of Cary Grant. His tuxedo fit every tight line of his body and mostly hid the SIG under his arm.

He did the stern thing as he shook his finger at his daughter. “Now, are you going to be good for your uncle and your aumahne?”

Nalla nodded gravely, as if she had just agreed to assume leadership of the continental United States. “Yes, Daddy.”

Z’s smile pretty much lit up the galaxy. “That’s my girl.”

Nalla grinned and held out her arms. “Kisses, Daddy.”

Z took her for a hug, and then she was reaching for her mother.

“Okay,” Zsadist said, all business as he passed his daughter over to his shellan. “We’ll be at the Met until eleven. Then we’re having dinner back at Wrath’s place. I have my beeper, my cell phone, my BlackBerry—”

Phury clapped his twin on the shoulder. “Take a deep one, my brother. In with the good air.”

Zsadist did the best he could. “Right. I mean, I know you’ll be fine with her. I mean, you’ll be fine . . . you’re all going to be just fine—”

Phury checked his watch. “And you’re going to be late. You’ll be lucky to get there by the time the intermezzo starts.”

“I’m so excited,” Bella said, giving Nalla back to Phury. “Mascagni’s Cavalleria Rusticana. It’s going to be fantastic.”

“Assuming you can get your baby daddy out the house.” Phury gave his twin a little shake. “Go. Be with your shellan. It’s your anniversary, for God’s sake.”

They left the