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might like some company.”
    Cormia brought her hand to her neck. This was good. It was time for them to be together. In the beginning, she hadn’t been ready for him. Now she was.
    “I really think it would be good for you,” he said in his beautiful voice, “to have some company.”
    She bowed low. “Thank you, your grace. I agree.”
    “Great. I have someone in mind.”
    Cormia straightened slowly. Someone?
    John Matthew always slept naked.
    Well, at least ever since his transition, he slept naked.
    It saved on laundry.
    With a groan, he reached between his legs and palmed his rock-hard erection. The thing had woken him up as usual, an alarm clock as reliable and stiff off the ground as Big Fucking Ben.
    It had a snooze button, too. If he took care of the thing, he could rest another twenty minutes or so before it got up to stuff again. Typically the routine was three times before he left the bed and once more in the shower.
    And to think he’d once wished for this.
    Focusing on unattractive thoughts didn’t help, and though he suspected getting off actually made the drive worse, denying his cock wasn’t an option: When he’d backed off a couple months ago as a test pattern, within twelve hours he’d been ready to fuck a tree, he was so horny.
    Was there any such thing as anti-Viagra? Cialis Reversailis? Limpicillin?
    Rolling onto his back, he shifted one leg out to the side, pushed the covers off his body, and started stroking himself. This was his preferred position, although if he came really hard he curled over onto his right side in the middle of the orgasm.
    As a pretrans, he’d always wanted an erection, because he’d figured that getting hard would make him a man. The reality hadn’t worked out that way. Sure, with his enormous body and his innate fighting skills and this permarousal he had going on, he was flying the he-man flag and then some on the outside.
    Inside, he still felt as small as he’d ever been.
    He arched his back and pumped up into his hand with his hips. God . . . it felt good, though. Every time this felt good . . . as long as it was his palm doing the pneumatics. The one and only time a female had touched him, his erection had deflated faster than his ego.
    So actually, he had his anti-Viagra: another person.
    But now was not the time to rehash his bad past. His cock was getting ready to go off; he could tell by the numbness. Right before he came the thing went dull for a couple of strokes, and that was what was happening now as his hand moved up and down the wet shaft.
    Oh, yeah . . . here it comes. . . . The tension in his balls tightened into a twisted cable and his hips rocked uncontrollably and his lips parted so he could pant easier . . . and as if all that wasn’t enough, his brain anted into the action.
    No . . . fuck . . . no, not her again, please not—
    Shit, too late. In the midst of the swirling sex, his mind latched onto the one thing that was guaranteed to make him multiple it: a leather-clad female with a man’s haircut and shoulders tight as a prizefighter’s.
    Xhex.
    On a soundless bark of air, John flipped onto his side and started to come. The orgasm went on and on as he fantasized about the two of them having sex in one of the bathrooms at the club she was head of security for. And as long as the images shot around his brain, his body wouldn’t stop releasing. He could literally keep it up for ten minutes straight until he was covered with what came out of his cock and his sheets were totally wet.
    He tried to corral his thoughts, tried to get a rein on things . . . but failed. He just kept coming, his hand stroking, his heart pounding, his breath choked in his throat as he pictured the two of them together. Good thing he’d been born without a voice box or the Brotherhood’s whole mansion would know exactly what he was doing over and over and over again.
    Things quieted down only after he forcibly removed his hand from his cock. As his body slowed its