Wow, later than I thought. The full moon must already be—
He sat bolt upright as his brain finally registered what his senses were telling it. Another breath in confirmed it…wolf.
A slow grin spread across his face as he looked down at Seb, now fully alert and smiling back up at him. “You changed,” he whispered, awe colouring his tone.
“Yes.” Seb laughed again and opened his mouth to show teeth sharper than his human ones. “And I’m feeling kind of… I don’t know… jittery? Does that sound right?”
Tim stared at him, unable to fully comprehend that Seb was now a shifter.Fucking hell.“Um… yeah… jittery. You’ll have a lot of excess energy, especially this first time.” He glanced at Seb’s previously injured wrist, now free from bandages. The scrapes on his face had healed too. “Just how long have you been awake?”
With a shrug, Seb sat up and leaned against the headboard. “Maybe an hour or so. Why?”
“You should have woken me sooner.”
“You looked so peaceful. I could tell you were tired.” Seb tapped his head and then his chest, and Tim wanted to tackle him to the bed. “It’s pretty great, this bond thing.”
Tim nodded, mouth suddenly dry. “It is.” The dull hum that he’d fallen asleep with had blossomed into a warmth he felt everywhere, a constant pull inside that let him know he wasn’t alone anymore. “How am I feeling now? Can you tell?”
Seb’s smile turned sly and he leaned closer. “Oh yeah, I can tell.” He licked over the sharp points of his teeth.
Tim shivered, his cock hardening and pressing against the material of his boxer briefs as he imagined Seb’s mouth all over him. “And?”
“You’re hard, aren’t you?” Tim nodded. “Even if I couldn’t smell it—which I can, and it’s fucking amazing—” His gaze dipped to Tim’s lap. Seb let out a soft, whimpery moan that made Tim’s toes curl. “Your eyes are all dark, and you keep looking at my mouth, at my teeth, with this hungry expression, and it’s taking me all my willpower not to press you into the mattress and bite you.”
“Oh fuck.” Tim swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat. That sounded… it sounded amazing, but the doctor in him wouldn’t let him give in just yet. “We should probably let the others know that you’ve changed.”
“Already sent a text.” He gestured to his phone on the bedside table, its cracked screen a reminder of what had happened only yesterday. “Told them I changed, that I was fine, and not to disturb us for a few hours.”
Tim’s gaze was drawn to the phone again. “And Kelly? Have they found her?”
“Yeah.” Tim’s face softened. “They took her to Jared and Nathan’s. She was a bit shaken up and scared, but otherwise okay.”
Tim didn’t want either of them to move from this spot, but it would be incredibly selfish of him not to ask. “Don’t you want to go and see her?”
“Yeah. But Jared said she was asleep. Exhausted.” He reached for the hem of Tim’s T-shirt and tugged it. “I thought maybe we could kill a few hours here first.”
“Oh?” Tim raised an eyebrow and smiled. “What exactly did you have in mind?”
“This—”
Seb moved quicker than Tim was expecting, grabbing him by the hips and pulling him down until he lay flat on his back. Seb loomed over him, straddling his lap, teeth bared and blue-green eyes shining with excitement. He lifted his right hand, flexing his fingers and slowly letting his claws extend. “Hurts like a bitch, but it’s so fucking cool.” His smile was contagious. Tim laughed as Seb twisted his hand back and forth, inspecting his claws. Then he glanced down at Tim’s chest and back up again. “Are you overly fond of that T-shirt?” His voice came out growly-rough and sexy, and he rested his hand at the base of Tim’s throat, claws lightly touching skin.
“Uh—” Tim faltered as Seb trailed a clawed finger down towards the neckline. “No. Hate it.”
Seb’s smile widened. “Good.”
Before Tim had chance to look down, Seb ripped the front of his T-shirt, scraping a red angry line on the skin beneath.
Tim sucked in a breath at the initial sting, and then they both watched as the red faded to pink and then disappeared completely.
“Wow.” Seb looked up, awe written all over his face. “That’s never going to get old, is it?”
“No.” Tim reached up, touching his thumb to the sharp points of Seb’s teeth. “Neither is this.” He took Seb’s hand, fingers tracing over his claws. “Or this.”
Finally, he pulled Seb down until their faces were only centimetres apart. “Or this,” he said, and kissed him.
Seb growled. The sound went straight to Tim’s groin and he arched up, chasing the friction of Seb’s body. The full moon set his senses on high alert, his blood raced through his veins, and his wolf was closer to the surface than at any other time.
For Seb, all those feelings would be magnified.
