The next morning Carter woke up before John. He spent a few minutes just watching the human sleep, the memory of the night before making him smile like a loon.
It had been some of the best sex he’d ever had. John wasn’t the most submissive human he’d ever slept with—or even the one with the most stamina—but he was fun in a way Carter had never encountered before. Fucking John didn’t just get Carter off—it made him happy.
John shifted, waking up and blinking his eyes open. He froze when he saw Carter staring at him.
“Good morning,” Carter said, sitting up. He looked down at John who looked confused.
“Morning,” John said, sitting up to. He looked down at his body with a frown, and then lifted his hand up to feel his face. He made a grimace and turned to Carter. “Did we seriously not shower last night?”
“Nope,” Carter said, grinning. John smelled like he’d taken a shower in Carter’s sperm, and the scent was making Carter’s wolf ecstatically happy. Carter’s eyes landed on John’s neck, and he was startled by the urge to lean down and bite his neck.
Carter had never wanted to claim someone before. He hadn’t even known it was possible to want to claim a human.
He wondered what would happen if he tried.
“What is it?” John asked, jerking Carter out of his thoughts.
“Nothing,” Carter said, a little too hurried. He couldn’t claim John. It would be a spectacularly bad idea, tying him to the human forever and running all his plans.
He wondered if the urge to claim John would be shifted to Elijah once the spell was complete. He hoped so.
“Well, I’m going to shower,” John said, sliding off the bed and standing up. He was naked, and when he walked there was a limp in his step that made Carter’s cock harden. He’d fucked John three times the night before, each time better than the last, and by the end of it John had been a mess.
“Fuck you,” John said, looking back at Carter with a grumpy smile.
“What?” Carter asked, having honestly no idea what John was talking about.
“My ass feels like someone shoved a bowling ball up there last night. You don’t get to smile like you’re fucking proud of it.”
Carter laughed, standing up and walking over to the human and pulling him in for a bear hug.
“But I am proud of it,” he said, kissing the top of his head. “I fucked you so good.”
John laughed, and Carter let him go. He draped his arm over the back of his neck, pulling him under his arm. “Let’s go shower. You smell like balls.”
“Fuck you,” John said, laughing as he punched Carter in the side.
“If you want,” Carter said, grinning at thegobsmackedlook that earned him.
“Really?” John asked, looking up at him with wide eyes. Carter didn’t get what the big deal was. He preferred to top, but he’d bottom if the situation called for it.
“Next time,” Carter said, pulling John into the bathroom.
They showered together, Carter rubbing John down thoroughly, and then dried off and got dressed. Carter offered to make John breakfast, but John demurred.
“I have to go home and get ready for work,” he said. “Sorry.”
Carter pulled John in for a kiss, tilting his head back and holding his face between his hands as he explored his mouth. When he pulled back John was glassy eyed and breathless.
“At least let me drive you home,” Carter said. He took John’s chin between his fingers and held it, stroking along the edge of his jaw with his thumb. John shuddered, licked his lips and nodded.
“Okay,” he said, swallowing. “Thanks.”
Carter kissed him again, and then pulled away with a reluctant sigh.
“Let me just get my coat and my keys and we can get going.”
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