He could feel John’s heart hammering against his chest, the soft leather of his suit doing little to dampen the sensation.
Carter was okay. Now that he knew that his wolf wanted to claim John, keeping the instinct at bay shouldn’t be too hard. It had to be the unexpectedness of the instinct that had made it so difficult to control.
“But you liked it?” Carter asked, just to confirm. John was acting like he was happy, but he wanted to hear it.
“So much,” John said, closing his eyes and stroking his hand over Carter’s chest.
“Good.” Carter rolled over into his side, guiding John’s body into the little spoon position and wrapping an arm over his chest. He pulled him back into his embrace and held him tight.
It was strange. In some ways he felt happier than he ever had before, John making his chest feel like it was going to burst, but there was also the sensation of standing over an abyss with the ground about to give way any second.
Dread and joy competing for supremacy, with the steady beat of John’s heart the only thing keeping the abyss from rising up and swallowing him.
Carter forced himself to stop thinking. The moment was a happy one, and he should enjoy it.
As long as he didn’t think about the future, about what he planned to do, Carter could almost convince himself that everything was okay.
Almost.
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