Gabe grinned at him. “I can’t help it, baby. You’re sexy when you’re desperate.”
Soren managed to send a weak kick to Gabe’s shin. “I’m never desperate, Highness. I was merely…enthused.”
Gabe stroked his cock lazily, staring down at Soren’s naked body. “Still sexy.”
“You think everything I do is sexy,” Soren told him smugly.
Gabe didn’t even try to deny it. “Yeah, I do.” His fingers traced down Soren’s hip. “Can I?”
Soren let out a put-upon sigh, as if Gabe’s cock wasn’t his favorite appendage on earth. “Okay, but be quick about it. And I’m not doing any work.”
He rolled back onto his stomach, his ass in the air again, listening to the sounds of Gabe lubing himself up.
It wouldn’t have been his favorite position before—far too vulnerable—but it was different with Gabe. Something about the reverent way he grabbed at Soren’s hips, or the desperate tinge to his groan as he entered him, made Soren feel like he was on top of the world.
“God, you feel good, baby.”
“Mm,” Soren agreed. The stretch was fantastic, even as he was feeling hazy and loose after his own orgasm. “Tell me more about how wonderful I am.”
“You’re fucking perfect,” Gabe told him obediently, driving his hips in. “Nothing feels as good as you.”
He fucked Soren with long, rolling thrusts, gliding his hands over Soren’s skin.
It was over much too soon—just as Soren was beginning to think that a second orgasm sounded divine, Gabe was groaning, emptying himself into Soren with a quiet curse.
Soren looked over his shoulder. “Are you a two-pump chump these days, Highness?”
Gabe grinned down at him, looking sex-flushed and stupidly handsome as he withdrew his spent cock. “You said to hurry. Plus, we’re late.” He smacked the bed, annoyingly energized after his orgasm. “Up and at ’em.”
Soren pointed a finger at him. “Whatever this is, I hate it.”
“Jay will be sad if we’re late.”
Soren let out another put-upon sigh. “Fine.” He stood from the bed, secretly grateful his legs were holding him up. “But only because I don’t want to be subjected to tragic puppy dog eyes.”
“It’s the opening of his animal shelter. You’re gonna be subjected to so many puppy dog eyes.”
Soren tried for a scowl. “You’re not funny.”
Gabe tugged him close, pressing his nose into Soren’s hair before tipping up his chin. “I’m sorry you only came once, baby,” he said with complete sincerity. “You just felt so damn good. I’ll make it up to you.”
Soren let out a disgruntled huff, but he still let himself be cuddled. Gabe had eaten him out for ages, so it wasn’t exactly like he’d been left hanging. It was just good to check his mate’s ego every now and again. Keep him humble.
He escaped Gabe’s hold and sashayed toward the shower. “You’re not allowed to be seduced by some tragic unhoused dog, Gabriel Kingman. I don’t need pet hair all over my couture.”
Gabe followed at his heels. “Whatever you say, brat.”
“Exactly.”
Jay’s animalshelter was having a whole day of festivities in honor of its grand opening.
Soren wasn’t sure if that was really a thing humans did, or just a thing Jay was doing, but either way the whole den had shown up in support, even the Tucson factions.
Soren and Gabe made their way through the building into the giant fenced yard area in the back, where shelter volunteers and employees were doing meet and greets between available dogs and prospective humans. They quickly zeroed in on Jay and Alexei standing with Danny and Roman.
They were only ten minutes late, but Jay greeted them with desperate glee, like he’d been afraid they weren’t coming.
“Soren!” he cried, as soon as he spotted them coming up. “You’re here!”
