Nexus by Ophelia Bell Page A

friction of her and Kol together causing blackness to cloud his vision. Kol’s large hands gripped Kris’s hips, holding him tight and deep while Hallie let out a series of harsh yells. Her climax milked both men into oblivion.
    Kris’s muscles all seemed rigid as stone for a split second, his concentration focused between his thighs and the rocket of his orgasm surging together with the Shadow’s. The throb of the other man’s cock pushed Kris even further over the edge than he could imagine until he found himself freefalling through the well of Nirvana that flooded from Kol through him and into the altar.
    He was only dimly aware of collapsing to the altar and lying against the warm and brightly glowing stone.

Chapter Eight
    “ Brother, we finally meet.”
    Kris opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by warm, glowing light. He had no sense of up or down. None of the others were nearby, nor could he hear evidence of them. All Kris heard was the resonant female voice coming from all around him.
    He had no frame of reference for anything aside from his own body, but even that felt somehow unfamiliar. When he looked down at his hands, he instead saw a pair of massive, iridescent talons. He took a step, testing his motion and weight. A heaviness and overwhelming sense of mass enveloped him.
    He sat back on his haunches and stretched, feeling new limbs. Wings? And more than that, even. He moved his backside and the sensation of yet another limb stretched out behind him. He moved it experimentally and the sleek tip of a tail swept around and hovered before his eyes. Curious, he looked down between his thighs and cocked his head, staring in wonder at the huge, erect cock that jutted up between his scaled thighs. It shimmered, the light causing its smooth surface to display a myriad of colors.
    “Yes, Brother,” the voice said with a hint of humor in the tone. “You have arrived. You have been reborn, in a sense—come into your own. The ritual was a success. I am awake now. You have one final task, however.”
    Kris had so many questions for his elusive sibling, but knew they would have to wait until the end of the ritual.
    “What is it… Sister?”
    “My mate. He should have come to me already, but he hasn’t yet. I am still alone in my chamber, waiting. Without a proper mark, I can’t sense him, and you know I am forbidden from leaving the temple without a mate.”
    “Corey… he’s been resistant to the idea of the ritual since the start. I will try to convince him.”
    “You must do better than that, Brother.”
    “I will.”
    The light brightened to a blinding degree and he closed his eyes, but just before he did, he caught a glimpse of a brilliant green serpentine shape. The image evoked a distant memory, something that had come to him once in a dream long ago. He grasped at it, tried to hold on, but it slipped away like mist through his talons.
    ***
    In the fog of the aftermath Kris imagined he was weightless, flying through a cloud of glowing, pulsing light, the sounds of ecstatic pleasure filling the air around him. He had the sense of Issa by his side, her gentle voice comforting in his ear.
    The sense of place came back to him gradually. He opened his eyes and peered up into a pair of lovely eyes as violet as the dusky sky. He lay on one of the tiers away from the altar, his head cradled in Issa’s lap.
    Wondering if it had all been a dream, he raised his hand up to stare at it. Human fingers waved in the air in front of him, but with the barest intention his skin tone altered slightly and the hand grew and elongated, sharp claws springing painlessly from the tips.
    “You did it,” Issa said.
    Kris smiled up at her, his chest warming from the hint of pride he heard in her voice.
    “You helped.”
    “No, I just watched. You were magnificent .”
    “You did more than watch, and you know it.” He reached up and traced a fingertip down her jaw, letting it trail further, down her chest until he