After the Heat
“Ichangedmymind.”Lycan’s dreamy voice was caught against Seath’s chest, tickling the hair as his lean arms stretched up and stayed draped around Lycan’s neck,. “Heats are the best thing ever.”
Seath chuckled, and he agreed, preening a bit at turning something that was a bad experience into a good one for his mate. And he loved the feel of Lycan against him when the Little Wolf draped his arms around his neck and pressed close.
Instead of drained, Lycan appeared energized as his heat melted away.
Lycan moved, and Seath took a moment to rub his hand over Lycan’s stomach. Usually flat, it was slightly rounded with the effects of the heat, even though the heat had now passed.
They had been entangled with each other for two days, and there was still so much Seath wanted to show Lycan in the art of lovemaking. But, the need and desire were so that they almost always ended up with Lycan impaled on his knot.
The next heat might be less desperate, or in between . . .
Seath smiled, easing up on an elbow to admire Lycan and kiss him further awake. Maybe sex outside of the heat would be the time for slow-kisses and lovemaking.
Lycan pulled him closer, aligning their bodies to feel Seath against him. Even with the heat gone, the want hadn’t eased.
Seath breathed in the scent of Lycan. Now that it was fully present and free from the spellbinding he couldn’t get enough. And the layer of his own scent on top was even better.
He hadn’t held back his instincts, wanting his scent in his mate’s hair and skin. In Lycan’s body. Seath wanted to know Lycan carried him in his stomach, on his tongue. He would want that every day, every morning before Lycan left their nest.
Even in the heat of their morning kisses, Seath could tell something was bothering Lycan so he let the omega get up, preferring to stay in bed and admire the view of Lycan moving about their den, while also giving him some space.
Although, it wasn’t their den, was it? He hadn’t exactly been making plans with Lycan while in bed.
The smell of food wafted through the door, and Lycan went still.
“Everything alright, mate?”
Lycan turned wide eyes to Seath.
“You’re the Pack Legate.”
Seath didn’t enjoy the distress in Lycan’s voice, but Lycan was in his den, wearing his much too big shirt. His wolf was invincible right now, ready to burn down the world if something disturbed his mate. He could ease his mate’s stress. And they needed to talk.
“I am, Lycan.”
Seath made his way closer, prowling toward his mate, eager to hold him and eager to feed him.
“If I’m your mate, then I’ll be the Alpha-Mate someday. Me.”
“Of course you are.”
Lycan’s eyes filled with fear and tears.
“I can’t be the Alpha-Mate, Seath.”
A cold sharp pain crossed Seath’s heart, and for a moment, he wondered if the wound from mere words was mortal.
“You don’t want . . .” Well, hell, he couldn’t say the words.
“What will people think, Seath? I’ve never even met my wolf. I don’t know if I can meet my wolf.” Lycan was in full distress now, from scent to actions. “And there are duties, and responsibilities. And—”
Lycan looked at Seath, his scent bitter with heartbreak.
“I don’t know how to be good for you, Seath.”
Seath took Lycan’s face in his hands, and could scent that Lycan relaxed, even a little.
