Suddenly Dean burst through the door, his green-gold eyes frantic. “Angel, why did you shut off the bond?” he nearly yelled, alarm and fear rolling off of him. “You’re at home, so it can’t be a Council thing.”
The alpha froze for a moment, his gaze tracking over the bed and his nose twitching as he scented the air. “Oh,” he said quietly, and then his face lit up. “Oh!” he said again enthusiastically this time. The alpha slammed the door shut behind him. Then ripped off his tee shirt. The sight of his rippling abs melted Silas’s brain.
Dean hurriedly shucked off his jeans whilst simultaneously trying to walk towards the bed, which resulted in him nearly tripping and landing on his face.
Silas laughed at the sight. Dean grinned at him and managed to free himself from his jeans before launching himself onto the bed and into Silas’s arms. The alpha attacked Silas’s neck with fervent, playful kisses, his skin cool and soothing against the omega’s over heated flesh. Silas laughed and half-heartedly tried to push Dean off, but only found himself trapped in his mate’s arms, looking up at him.
“Why were you hiding your heat?” asked Dean with hurt in his eyes.
Silas squirmed. He was supposed to be doing better than that. Communication, that’s what mates did, not shutting each other out.
“It’s so soon after the last one, it’s annoying because we both have stuff to do and all this,” he said, tilting his head at the bed, “It’s embarrassing. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
Dean winced, a guilty look flowing across his stupidly handsome face. Silas narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
“What?” he demanded.
Dean swallowed. “Um… nothing is wrong with you.”
Silas glared harder.
“It’s called nesting and it’s perfectly normal,” blurted Dean, looking pained.
“Nesting?” repeated Silas numbly. What the hell was that, and why had he never heard of it? He hated not knowing stuff. Was this something everyone else knew apart from him? Did he look dumb for not knowing it? “Why is it called nesting? We are wolves, it should be dening or something.” Silas snapped instead of voicing his concerns.
Dean just shrugged helplessly, and Silas felt mean. It wasn’t like his mate was in charge of naming things. It was hardly his fault a stupid thing had a stupid name. But Silas was still annoyed that Dean knew what was happening to him and he didn’t. He fixed the alpha with a glare, demanding answers.
“I asked Isaiah because I didn’t know and he said it was… um a normal sign of maturity,” babbled Dean.
Silas stared at him. “Did you just call me old?”
“No,” whimpered Dean, his eyes wide.
They stared at each other for a moment in tense silence. Then Dean started purposefully moving himself down Silas’s body until his head was level with the omega’s cock.
“Are you trying to distract me?” asked Silas, his cock twitching in excitement.
“Will it work?” breathed Dean, his hot breath brushing along Silas’s cock.
Silas moaned. “Probably,” he admitted.
Dean chuckled and then swallowed him whole. The soft, wet heat of Dean’s mouth sliding over his cock felt incredible. Silas’s thoughts scattered, washed away by lust and desire. Dean’s divine scent surrounded him, all masculine, fresh and everything Dean. It was Silas’s favorite smell in the whole wide world. He’d never be able to get enough of it, but he tried to inhale as much as he could.
Dean’s scent filled him with glee, it flowed to his most primal self and made his wolf ecstatic.Mate,his wolf beamed in happy, contented approval. Silas agreed with his wolf whole heartedly.
His soppy feelings were pushed aside by increasing waves of bliss. Dean was lavishing his cock with loving attention, shooting sparks of ecstasy along every nerve ending in Silas’s body until he could do nothing but writhe and moan, undone by the force of his pleasure.
Silas loved what Dean could do to his body. Suddenly Dean did something with his tongue and Silas keened as his orgasm exploded like fireworks in his mind. Intense, bright, beautiful joy erupting through him.
When he could see and hear again, he found Dean staring down at him, his pupils wide and dark. “You are so beautiful,” breathed Dean, looking genuinely awed, as if he was looking at an angel.
Silas felt his cheeks heat, but for once he didn’t care. His stomach squirmed, tying itself in happy knots. Flattery was always welcome but Dean thinking that of him, nearly moved Silas to tears.
“Present for me,” asked Dean, his voice all husky and raw.
Silas let a slow grin spread over his face. “Yes, Alpha,” he said.
Silas rolled over onto his stomach, drew his knees up under him, and stuck his ass in the air. Dean’s groan was gratifying, and Silas couldn’t stop his little wiggle of glee. Air moved over his slick, exposed hole, igniting his hunger. But Dean appeared to be in no hurry, clearly just admiring the view.
