Jamie reached down, fingers wrapping around Sloane’s cock alongside his own hand. The dual sensation made Sloane’s breath catch, his hips stuttering.
“Jamie—”
“Want to feel you,” Jamie whispered, thumb finding that sensitive spot just under the head that made Sloane’s whole body jerk. “Want to watch you come apart too.”
That did it. Sloane came with a sound that was almost a howl, spilling cum hot across their joined hands, body shaking with the force of it. Jamie worked him through it, marveling at the way Sloane’s face went slack with pleasure, all that control finally, completely shattered.
Afterward, they lay tangled together, sticky and sated. Sloane reached for something—his discarded shirt—and carefully cleaned them both, movements gentle and thorough. The tenderness of it made Jamie’s throat tight.
“You okay?” Sloane asked, pulling Jamie against him, arm wrapped secure around his waist.
“Processing,” Jamie admitted. “The wolf thing. This. Everything.”
“Take your time.” Sloane pressed a kiss to Jamie’s shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere.”
The certainty in those words settled something in Jamie’s ribs. Maybe his life had just gotten exponentially more complicated. Maybe dating a werewolf—was that what they were doing? Dating?—would bring challenges he couldn’t even imagine yet.
But lying here, held safe in Sloane’s arms, Jamie found he didn’t care.
“So,” he said after a moment, “are there others? Other wolves?”
“Yeah.” Sloane’s thumb traced lazy patterns on Jamie’s hip. “My whole family, actually.”
“Your whole—” Jamie twisted to look at him. “That brother you mentioned? The one who plays classic rock too loud?”
“Wolf.”
“Oh my god.” Jamie flopped back against the pillows. “I need a handbook. A guide. So You’re Dating a Werewolf: What to Expect When You’re Not Expecting Supernatural Shenanigans.”
Sloane’s laugh rumbled through his torso, vibrating against Jamie’s back. “I’ll answer any questions you have.”
“Any questions?” Jamie’s mind immediately supplied about fifty, ranging from practical to ridiculous. “Like, do you shed? Do I need to invest in lint rollers? What about full moons? Is that a thing or just Hollywood?”
“No shedding unless I’m in wolf form. Full moons don’t affect us. We can shift whenever we want. And Hollywood gets almost everything wrong.”
“Almost everything?”
“We do have enhanced senses. And strength. And we’re very protective of what’s ours.”
That last part carried weight, meaning a promise Jamie wasn’t quite ready to examine. But his body responded anyway, warmth pooling in his belly despite having just come.
“What else?” Jamie asked, needing to keep talking before his brain started overthinking again.
“We run hot.” Sloane demonstrated by pressing closer, and, yes, his skin did feel warmer than normal. “We heal fast. And we can smell emotions.”
Jamie went rigid. “You can what?”
“Smell emotions. Fear, anger, arousal...” Sloane nosed at Jamie’s neck, inhaling. “You smell incredible when you’re turned on, by the way. Like citrus and honey and something uniquely you.”
“That’s deeply unfair.” Jamie’s face burned. “You’ve been able to tell every time I’ve been attracted to you?”
“Since the moment we met.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
No, Jamie didn’t. It was the opposite. He’d fallen hard for Sloane.
