Falke’s Captive by Madison Layle & Anna Leigh Keaton

He’d never been so close to losing control with a woman.
    The answer eluded him as he went wild. He drove her and himself higher, thrusting toward a pinnacle he’d never climbed before. He forgot his intention to pull out before he came. He ignored that voice of warning that urged him to slow down, stop, run .
    He wanted Beth, needed Beth and would have her. Now.
    His orgasm struck mere seconds before hers, and only Reidar’s shout, which competed with his own, testified that his brother had found sweet release too.
     
    Reidar stared at Beth’s sleeping face highlighted by the faint light of the parking lot streetlamps filtering through the window.
    She was adorable with glasses; without them, she was gorgeous. The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. The most intense sexual partner he’d ever had.
    It’s time to go , Kelan told him through their telepathic connection.
    He frowned at his brother’s back as Kelan sat up on the opposite side of the bed. Reidar wasn’t ready to go just yet. Maybe not ever. What’s the rush?
    What do you mean, what’s the rush? We did her—now let’s get out of here.
    Don’t be an ass. Reidar pushed up on his elbow as Kelan pulled on his pants. He heard panic in Kelan’s tone. Something close to terror. Had his brother felt what he did with Beth? Had it been as earth shattering for Kelan?
    “Hey, what’s…” Beth sat up in the bed, pulling the sheet over her bare breasts and pushing her hair out of her eyes. “You leaving?” she asked, looking up at Kelan.
    “Hey,” Reidar said, touching her cheek, skimming his thumb over her still swollen lips.
    She frowned. “Are you leaving?”
    Kelan pulled his T-shirt over his head. “Morning comes early, and we all have to work.”
    Beth’s stomach growled, and she touched her belly with her hand. “Yeah. Okay. I have to go find something to eat anyway. I’m starving.” She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “Damn,” she whispered. “Is anything in this town open after midnight?”
    “Hey, Kelan,” Reidar said as he sat up in the bed next to Beth. “The pub’s still open for another hour. Why don’t you run down and grab us some dinner?”
    What are you doing? Kelan demanded as he fed his belt through his belt loops. We need to go, now, not feed the woman. She’s capable of taking care of herself.
    “I mean,” Reidar said with a smile for Beth, “the least we can do is feed the woman since we interrupted her dinner plans.”
    Beth smiled back at him, and the last thing he wanted to do was leave her.
    Kelan glared at him. We never spend the night. What the fuck’s gotten into you?
    Shut up and go get her some damn food. We’re not going anywhere yet.
    “What’s the matter?” Beth reached over and flipped on the bedside lamp. “You two are acting weird.”
    “Kelan gets grouchy when he’s hungry. Right, brother?”
    This is fucking bullshit. “Yeah. Sure. I’ll be right back.” Kelan stormed out of the room, closing the door harder than necessary.
    “Is he okay?” Beth asked.
    Reidar nodded. “He’s fine. How about you?”
    She grinned and ducked her head. “I’m good.”
    “Oh, lady, you are way better than good.” He pushed her hair behind her ear and rubbed his thumb against her cheekbone. “Perfection.”
    She giggled and scooted to the edge of the bed. “I’m going to take a quick shower.” Still holding the sheet against her breasts, she stood then tugged at it, but Reidar anchored it to the mattress, and he wasn’t about to move. When she pulled harder, he reached out, grabbed the trailing end she had around her and jerked it back toward him, making her tumble to the bed and onto his lap.
    She laughed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “The shower’s the other way.”
    “Uh-huh.” He ran his hands over her silky skin. Her arm, her side, her cute little belly.
    She shivered, and her eyelids drooped. “You’re the sweet, romantic one, aren’t you?”
    He’d been