“I know.” Rowan pressed his lips to Mik’s for a kiss.
Mikhail took his mate’s lips, pouring everything he felt into the kiss—his love for Rowan, his gratitude that his mate had given them a chance, his joy for what their future held.
Rowan pulled back, his eyes already glazed with need. “How about we move this somewhere more comfortable?”
Mikhail made sure he was supporting Rowan’s body and stood up with his mate in his arms.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”
Rowan laughed, even as his eyes on Mik’s heated. “I’m yours,” he whispered. “Always.”
Mikhail’s heart stuttered in his chest at Rowan’s words. He had come to realise that Ro wasn’t free with his emotions, so to have him say that meant everything to him.
“I have always been yours.” Mikhail’s voice was gruff as he spoke.
The walk to their room was a challenge for him to concentrate on accomplishing with Rowan’s hard cock between them and grinding against him.
When they finally reached their room and he opened the door, Rowan scrambled to be let down, and Mik obliged.
Before his very eyes, Rowan had his clothes off in record time.
“Someone is in a hurry,” Mikhail teased.
“Naked, now.” Rowan’s voice was urgent, and Mikhail did as he asked while he watched Rowan scrambling into their bed.
Mik walked over to his side of the bed and got out the condom and lube.
“No condom.”
Mik’s eyes flew to Rowan’s face at his words. Even though Rowan was pregnant and Mik had explained wolves didn’t get STI’s or STD’s, his mate had insisted on condoms, and Mik had been fine with it, but this meant… this was… it felt like another wall between them had come down.
Mikhail left the lube on the bedside table and got on the bed. He straddled Rowan’s thighs and covered his mate’s body with his.
“Are you sure?” Mikhail studied his mate’s eyes making sure he wasn’t doing it because he felt he had to.
“I am.” Rowan’s voice was low but steady. “I want to be your mate, Mikhail, ineveryway.”
Mikhail’s heart pounded in his chest, hearing those words from Rowan. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
“I want you to claim me.” Rowan’s eyes never left his as he said it, and Mikhail saw the certainty in them. Right when he was going to speak, Rowan’s hand came up and cupped his cheek. “I love you, Mikhail Whitfell.”
Mik swallowed, trying to move the lump from his throat. He managed to get the words out, but it came out gruff and barely audible. “I love you, too, Rowan Baines.”
“Whitfell,” Rowan added, “Rowan Baines-Whitfell.”
Mikhail didn’t think he could melt anymore, but apparently, he could.
“You’re my whole life. You know that, don’t you?” Mik didn’t care when a tear slid down his cheeks.
Rowan smiled, and he saw it, saw the moment the shadows disappeared from his mate’s eyes.
“Make me yours.” Rowan’s words kicked Mik back into gear.
Mik moved so he could kiss his way down Rowan’s chest, giving each nipple attention. He nipped and teased those hardened peaks, then closed over one hard pink nub. Mik used his tongue to lave at the small point and then pinched it lightly with his teeth before moving further down, kissing his way over Rowan’s stomach until he reached Rowan’s hard, leaking cock.
He scooted down the bed until he was in the perfect position to flick his tongue out and take the tip of Rowan’s cock in his mouth.
Rowan moaned and placed his hands on the top of Mikhail’s head. Mik licked his mate’s precum. It felt like water on his tongue after wandering through the desert.
