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Eagerly, Ivan opened the door and went inside. Any other man, medium or otherwise, would be too frightened to enter their home during the night if they knew that a spirit was inside.

Ivan could hardly wait to get in.

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There was nothing amiss with his night vision, but he preferred having the lights on anyway. The kitchen was empty, and so he walked down the small hallway to his bedchamber.

He’d hoped to see Eric lying on their bed, legs spread and waiting for him with that wicked smile on his face that he usually had whenever he was searching for sex.

Now, he simply stood in front of the doorway, hands clasped in front of him. He never looked more like a frightened puppy in Ivan’s

eyes.

Though he was pretty certain that they would be getting no

disturbances, Ivan shut the door behind him. “What is the matter?”

His heart hammered. If Eric used this as an excuse to try and leave him once more, Ivan would simply die. Eric had held his brother for an awfully long time before Eric had exited Ivan’s body.

Eric wet his lips, and for Ivan, his worst fears were being realized.

It made him angry. “You would try to leave? Again? After all that we have been through?”

Surprise coated Eric’s features. “What? No! I’m not leaving.”

“Then what is all of this?” Ivan demanded. “You stand before me

as though you are about to make a confession. To what purpose?”

“Baby.” Eric stepped forth and put his hands on Ivan’s shoulders.  The warmth of his hands on Ivan’s skin, and the emotion he saw

shining in Eric’s eyes, was enough to make him calm.

“I was going to say that I was sorry I was ever trying to go. Do  you know what I told the others when I was inside your body? When I  had to get them to come with me to save you?”

“How could I possibly know what you told them?”

Eric rolled his eyes before looking at Ivan again. He seemed torn  between grinning at him and allowing his body to tremble with fear.

Fear or what?

“I told them…” Eric wet his lips again. It made Ivan wish to kiss

him. “I told them that you were my mate.”

Such a confession stalled any and all lustful thoughts Ivan may

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have been harboring.

“You know what that means, right?”

Ivan nodded stupidly. “Did you mean it?”

“Of course I meant it. I didn’t even really know about it until I

said it.”

There were all sorts of things this could mean for them. It could be the very reason why Eric had unexpectedly arrived in Ivan’s bedchamber that night they first met. The night Eric had been murdered. Also the reason why the alphas in the other cottage were suddenly so respectful of him.

“I’m your mate,” Eric said. “If you still want me.”

Dear God, not this again. “Of course I want you. I want no other but you, and when I grow old and eventually die, I want you to be the spirit mine joins with.”

Eric inhaled a deep breath, then wiped at his face. “Christ, can ghosts cry? I think I might.”

Ivan took him by the face and kissed him. Eric’s large hands slid down and around his bare waist. After Eric had been in control of

Ivan’s body, and somehow, miraculously, transformed into the wolf,  Ivan had had no clothing to wear when he returned to the cottages until someone fetched him a pair of long shorts.

They were loose on him, as were most of the borrowed garments he wore, but suddenly they were much too tight as Eric dipped his fingers beneath the waistband and pulled them down his hips. The shorts were so big on him that Eric had no need to undo the button or pull down the zipper.

Ivan moaned as Eric pulled them together, their cocks rubbing together, and Eric shivered and groaned in that way he did whenever he and Ivan were being intimate.

It made him feel alive, he’d once said.

One day, when Ivan was comfortable with being the spirit outside of his body, he was going to have to make love to Eric like that. He wanted to feel the same things Eric was feeling. Were the sensations

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he felt more powerful? Sharper?

One day, he told himself. Not now.

Eric pressed Ivan against the wall, easily lifting his smaller body  into the air and grinding their pricks together. Eric breathed like he  was running a marathon into his ear.

“Oh fuck. You feel so fucking good,” he moaned, pressing his lips  down onto Ivan’s neck and sucking on just the place Ivan liked best.

He arched and sighed when Eric began playing with his nipples,  and he humped hard against Eric’s rocking hips, desperate for more of  that friction.

Eric continued to moan and mutter nonsense into Ivan’s ear, but

eventually his words became more meaningful.

“So scared. So fucking scared when she took you away,” he said,  still thrusting against Ivan’s weeping prick.

Ivan continued to thread his fingers through Eric’s hair, gripping  his shoulders, petting him until he calmed himself.

Then he pressed his lips to Eric’s ear. “I love you.”

Eric pulled back to look at him. Ivan had never seen Eric so  happy. Their mouths came together in another long, glorious kiss.

Ivan wondered if Eric was aware of just how soft his lips were.  They were like pillows, and Ivan loved pressing his lips against them.  He loved it even more when Eric opened his mouth to slide his tongue  along the crease of Ivan’s lips, a silent command for him to open to  him.

He did.

Ivan wasn’t exactly in the mood for being fucked hard and rough against the wall, so he wiggled until Eric put him back onto the floor.  Still holding onto the other man, he was comforted by Eric’s solid form beneath his hands, proof that, spirit or not, he was not going to disappear on Ivan ever again.

Ivan led them over to the bed. “I want us to take our time with

this. Fuck me slow all night.”

Eric laid his body over top of Ivan’s, hooked his arm beneath

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Ivan’s knee, lifting his leg, and did just that.

THE END

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