Zack met my gaze, steady and certain. “Yeah. I’m sure.”
The rest happened in a blur of warmth and closeness.
I reached for Zack, sealing my mouth over his. We deepened the kiss and I could feel my member pressing up against the zipper of my jeans.
In a matter of seconds, both of us were out of our clothes. Zack climbed into bed, lying on his back. I joined him, straddling him, spoiling him with kisses.
I left a trail of them down his neck, his chest, his stomach. When I kissed the tip of his member, Zack shivered in anticipation.
Taking him in my mouth, I felt him groan. I bobbed my head up and down. Every sound of pleasure that emerged from his lips sounded like music to my ears.
I pulled my mouth away just as Zack climaxed. With his hair disheveled, his body slick with sweat, he looked gorgeous.
Mine, I thought possessively, as I flipped him on his hands and knees.
While Zack positioned himself at the edge of the bed, I reached for my discarded jeans and pulled out some lube.
I was anticipating this, or rather I was hoping tonight would end this way.
I moved myself behind Zack, pleased he spread his legs further. He wanted this as much as I did.
After applying a generous amount in his passage, I slid one, then two digits inside him and began prepping him for my access.
Deeming him ready, I pulled my fingers and replaced them with my dick. Gripping his hips, I entered him, going slow and steady.
Once I was balls deep inside him, Zack moaned.
“Faster, Mark. Please.”
That last word undid me. I picked up the pace, settled on a rhythm which suited us both. In no time at all, I reduced us both to panting messes.
Each time I entered him, it felt like a part of my wolf, my soul, reached out to brush against Zack’s. I don’t think I ever felt this way with anyone else.
I doubt I ever will, because deep down I’d always known. Even two years ago, my wolf had known that Zack belonged to us. At my last push, I splintered and emptied my balls.
Zack cried out, fingers curled in the sheets. After I pulled out, I quickly grabbed some tissues from the box on the dresser. Once I cleaned us both up, I slid next to Zack in bed.
He curled automatically against me and I slid an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close. I wasn’t surprised our bodies were a perfect fit.
Zack looked lethargic, perfectly mine.
Zack shut his eyes and in a matter of seconds, I could hear his soft breathing and see the steady rise and fall of his chest.
He’d fallen asleep. I didn’t think I would fall into slumber anytime soon, so I watched his gorgeous sleeping profile instead.
I didn’t know what tomorrow would look like, or how complicated things might get with Theo hovering somewhere in the background. Right then, none of it mattered.
All that mattered was Zack’s body pressed against mine.
The quiet sound of his breath, the way everything around us seemed to fade until it was just the two of us, tangled up in something that felt inevitable.
10
ZACK
The crash cymbal rang out sharp and bright, followed by the solid thud of my kick drum. Noah’s last chord echoed a beat later through Griffin’s empty bar as I lifted my sticks and let it fade.
Then a stray, ugly note from the bass cut through the silence.
