“Damn, baby,” Liam told him. “You’re like fire in my arms.”
He pressed a soft kiss to Liam’s chin, which was bristly as hell. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” Liam scooted so that part of his weight was on the bed and not on top of Theo, but they were still locked together. “I can’t believe how perfect you are, and I love our life already. Our little pack. I can’t wait to see what happens next.” Liam pushed his hand between them on Theo’s belly. “I really can’t wait.”
He smiled up at the ceiling, his body starting to calm down as he sank into the bed. “I can’t either. When I first came here, I was so scared, and I was just calling out to you to help me, and I didn’t even know it was you. I never thought I would have so much in my life.”
“Promise me you’ll tell me if it ever gets to be too much, or if it’s not enough. Promise me you’ll talk to me and not just be unhappy.” Liam sounded so vulnerable all of a sudden, and he wasn’t sure where this came from, but all he could do right now was nod and smile and stroke his lover’s hair.
“Of course I will. Of course I would tell you. We’re together in this. We’re mates.” Theo kissed Liam’s temple. “You’re my lover, the alpha of our children. We have this.”
Liam nodded. “I’m really starting to believe that.”
“Good.” He would probe gently. Later. About what was bothering Liam. Maybe ask Ryan.
But for now, it was about afterglow.
Chapter
Thirteen
Liam checked in with Mags, who was one of the men who comprised their new pack, smiling at the man’s amazing braiding work on the rope he was making. “That looks great, Mags. It will really hold up well, I think.”
“Thanks. I thought the well needed something more sturdy as a backup.”
Their well was run off solar, but every so often, something would fail.
The entire place was starting to come together in a fascinating way. Everyone had skills, and everyone threw in to help their pack be better. There was always bread being made, children being watched, clothes being sewn or knitted, and something being cleaned. It was always a flurry of activity.
“That’s perfect. Let me know when it’s ready to be strung.”
“Of course, alpha.”
He wasn’t sure he was ever going to get used to hearing that, but it did make him proud.
Ryan walked up to him, bumped shoulders with him. “This is a little wild, huh?”
He looked at his little brother and shrugged. “This was not on my bingo card, man.”
“Mine either. I mean, at least we knew werewolves existed.” Ryan shot him a wicked grin. “I didn’t know you were going to become one.”
He fought the urge to roll his eyes. “You’re just jealous.”
“Duh!” Ryan’s eyes went wide. “I want to play with my dogs and maybe understand them. Do you understand them when you talk to them? I mean,canyou talk to them?”
“No. I mean, body language. Yes, but like, talk to them? No.” He shrugged. “I don’t think that wolves and dogs are speaking the same language.”
Did he just say that? Out loud?
“Huh. I bet I would get it if I wolfed out. You’re just too hidebound.”
“Bro. Hundreds of thousands of years of evolution separate us.”
“You are just not accepting the fact that my dogs are cool, and that they are trying to communicate. Let it go.” Ryan was having altogether too much fun with this. Liam could tell.
“Fine, fine, fine. I have to go find my mate. Have you seen him?”
Ryan shook his head. “No, usually he’s in the kitchen, but I haven’t seen him. Maybe he’s playing with the baby? I just don’t know. It’s a little too cold for him to be outside, although from what I can tell he’s an arctic wolf, so maybe he’s outside being wolfy, catching snowflakes with his teeth.”
