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  “Oh…okay.” Frankie withdrew and just held him for a while.

  It always felt strange when she was in his body to be the “big spoon” as it were, but she liked it. A feeling of possessive protectiveness accompanied the sensation and she understood this was how Kerov felt when he held her much smaller female body close to his own large, male one. The desire to protect and to pleasure was very strong…so strong that it was difficult to lie still and not do anything but hold him.

  “Gods…” At last he seemed to be recovering his breath. “That was…intense. It made me feel so…vulnerable.”

  “That’s how it feels,” Frankie assured him. “When you’re the penetra-tee instead of the penetra-tor.”

  “I can only imagine how frightening it must be to open yourself so completely when we make love,” Kerov said thoughtfully. “To spread your legs wide and let me sink my shaft to the hilt inside your soft, sweet pussy. But then…” He shifted closer to her. “I don’t have to imagine it.”

  Frankie’s breath caught in her throat. “Dios. You really want to do that…want to go that far?”

  “I don’t know yet…but I think, yes,” Kerov acknowledged. “First, though, I want to show you what you showed me—exactly how I like to be touched.”

  “Mmm…go for it.” Frankie lay back on the pillows, thighs spread. Kerov’s thick shaft was swollen and aching—she would welcome some relief.

  “All right,” Kerov murmured. “Here we go.”

  * ** **

  In the past, Kerov had told himself that he had no interest in touching another male’s body sexually—even if that body was his. But here in the dark, Switched with his mate, everything seemed like pleasure and nothing was perversion.

  Shifting around so he could get a good grip, he took his own long, thick shaft in Frankie’s small, soft hand. His cock felt different in her grip—bigger somehow, maybe because her hands were so delicate and feminine. The skin of it was hot and he could feel it throbbing for release like a second heartbeat.

  “How does that feel?” he asked Frankie, letting her little hand explore down to cup his balls briefly before coming back up to encircle his cock.

  “Feels good…really good. Don’t stop, baby,” she begged.

  “Haven’t even gotten started yet,” Kerov promised her.

  Expertly, he began a slow up and down stroke which drove Frankie crazy, just as he had known it would.

  “Oh…oh, Dios!” she moaned, pumping into his loose fist. “It’s starting…starting to feel really good now.”

  “It’s going to feel better.” Kerov picked up the pace, bringing his body to the edge of pleasure. But just as he was certain Frankie was about to come, she put a hand on his wrist to stop him.

  “Wait…wait.”

  “What is it?” he asked, stopping his rhythm, though he still cupped his shaft loosely in one hand.

  “Do you…” Frankie sounded uncertain. “Did you mean what you said earlier? About maybe possibly tying…that?”

  “Making love in Switched form?” Kerov asked.

  “Yes. Because Dios, baby, this body—your body—really, really wants that. Wants to penetrate…to fuck.”

  “It’s a very strong urge,” Kerov admitted. “The urge to mate…to breed. It can be…difficult to control at times.”

  “I don’t see how you control it at all.” Frankie’s voice sounded ragged. “How you keep yourself from climbing on top of me and just screwing my brains out!”

  “Because I don’t want to hurt you,” Kerov said seriously. “I have to keep at least part of myself restrained when we make love. You’re so small…so breakable. It would be so easy…too easy to damage you.”

  “Well, I don’t want to damage me either.” Frankie sounded like she was frowning. “Or you while you’re in me—in my body. Maybe…maybe we should just forget trying to go all the way and have actual sex while we’re Switched.”

  “No—I think it should be possible. If we’re careful.”

  “I don’t know if I can be careful in this state. I don’t know how you manage it—and your body is so much bigger than mine. I could do some serious damage,” she pointed out.

  “Then let me take the lead as you say sometimes,” Kerov murmured. “Lie back on the bed and let me straddle you.”

  “Mmm…that does sound good,” Frankie agreed. “But…you’re really not scared? To let me…you know, penetrate you?”

  “You already penetrated me once,” he reminded her. Which was true—during their bonding sex when she’d cuffed him to the bed, Frankie had penetrated his ass and nearly forced him to come by massaging him deeply. True, she had only used one slim finger but the experience had remained in the forefront of his mind every time they made love.

  “You want to be penetrated,” Frankie murmured, catching the memory through the mind-link all Kindred shared with their mates. “You liked it.”

  “Yes, but also, I want to feel what it’s like for you,” Kerov told her softly. “I want to know what it’s like to be opened completely.”

  “It’s pretty intense,” she warned him. “You’ve got some fairly massive equipment, you know—it takes some maneuvering to get it inside my body.”

  “Let me worry about that.” Kerov put his hands against the broad chest and pushed lightly, urging Frankie to lie back on the bed.

  “Well…if you really want to. I…I guess I’ll try to be gentle.” Frankie still sounded uncertain in the darkness.

  “It will be all right.” Kerov was already throwing a leg over the lean, muscular hips and getting Frankie’s smaller body into position over his much larger one.

  Gripping his shaft again, one handed, he guided it to Frankie’s warm, willing pussy. He rubbed his broad, flaring head against her swollen clit and they both groaned at the burst of sensation. Gods, it was incredible how sensitive her equipment was. Just the lightest touch could send her body into overdrive and Kerov was planning to touch her much more than lightly.

  Going to go deep, he thought, letting her weight bear down so that the crown of his shaft slipped into the entrance of her pussy. Take it deep—all the way in.

  “That’s right, baby—all the way in,” he heard her send through their link and then her hips twitched up and another thick inch of shaft pierced him.

  Kerov stifled a groan and spread his thighs, trying to be open. Gods, this was the most amazing, alarming, intense, scary, and pleasurable sensation he’d ever experienced! How did Frankie stand this? It was so much more—so much thicker than what he’d felt when she was simply penetrating him with her finger.

  “Dios, Kerov—that feels amazing,” he heard her groan. “Your body really wants to thrust but I’m holding it back.”

  “Yes, hold back,” Kerov told her through gritted teeth. “This feels amazing but you were right—my equipment is extremely large to go inside your small body.”

  “Does it hurt?” Frankie asked anxiously. “Do you want me to pull out?”

  “No…no, just let me set the pace,” Kerov told her.

  In fact, the stretching sensation he felt was both frightening and intensely pleasurable. And though it hurt just a little, it also felt incredibly good—and addictive. I want more, he realized. But gradually.

  “I’ll hold still,” Frankie promised him. “Just…lower yourself down little by little.”

  In fact, that was what Kerov was already doing. As he felt the thick, rigid shaft filling him, he marveled again at what Frankie went through every time they made love. Once or twice she had eaten the Twin Kindred bonding fruit to make herself more flexible and to ease the way, but for the most part she simply took him without any sign that she was in pain or discomfort.

  The thought made Kerov have a sudden bout of worry.

  “Shalla,” he murmured, using his pet nickname for her. “Tell me—are you in pain when we make love? I have never felt anything amiss through our link but are you hiding it from me?”

  “No, of course not,” Frankie d