Callum flushed, staring at the keys. “Okay.”
“You’re starting a family?” Yosi asked, an approving glint in his eye.
Keon snorted at the inevitability of a small-town rumour mill. “Farley said an abundance of foame children need good parents. Abandoned, orphaned by war or sickness. More than enough for us to find the right fit, when we’re ready. Right?” In three, four years, they would adapt the house for a kid and make plans.
Beaming bright, Milo agreed, “When we’re ready.”
*
ALONE, AT LAST! Deep in the forest, lying beneath the sacred tree, after an hour of running and mating as m’weko,Keon cupped Milo’s face to kiss him. Not the chaste, delicate caresses they shared in public. A real kiss. With heat, tongue, and breathless anticipation. He lingered over the taste of sweat and passion fruit, the remnants left from their run through the forest as m’weko. The passion fruit was a hint of the fruit borne by their Alpha-tree. Milo’s official name for their miracle tree.
He nibbled on Milo’s bottom lip and slipped his tongue in when Milo opened on a moan. A light pressure on his shoulder had Keon rolling to pull Milo on top. He loved the press of weight, the heavy cock slipping between his legs in the promise of what would come. He broke the kiss for one reason. “Tomorrow, do you want to go on a date?”
“What?”
“We’ve spent the last few weeks solving the pack’s problems, the laws, and the mess my brother left behind. We’ve solved the living situation; we’re free and clear of disaster or decision making,” Keon continued, hoping he wasn’t jinxing them. “Do you want to go on a date? I feel like taking you to Dnara for a proper dinner and movie date.”
Milo propped on his elbow, excitement radiating off him. “I’d love it.”
Keon loved how confident he’d grown, how eagerly he admitted his thoughts and feelings, compared to when they first met. Loved how happy Milo was. “Good. We can stop in to check on Eliseo, introduce you to Drew.” Finally introducing two of the most important people of his life.
“Okay.” Milo dropped to kiss Keon, grinning like a fool.
Keon pressed his lips to Milo’s and caressed the hair above his ear, laying his arms over his shoulders, languid, lazy. Bending his knees, he laced his fingers at the base of Milo’s head and used well-toned thigh muscles to lift his legs around his mate’s waist.
Milo deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue hungrily into his mouth. Rocking his hips, Milo dragged his mouth away to suck on Keon’s neck, one hand drifting to his chest. Teasing, exploring. As his mouth latched onto a nipple, Keon arched into the contact, Milo’s long fingers wrapping around his cock dragging a groan from his throat. Milo was relentless, targeting his two most sensitive areas. Dropping to encase Keon’s cock with his mouth, Milo held him on the edge.
“Please, mikha. I need you,” Keon begged, as an Alpha should never beg. Except Keon wasn’t him tonight. He was a man begging his mate to make him complete. To stop torturing him with teasing touches and a taste of what he needed most. “Please,” he begged, about to explode if he didn’t get more than a touch or a lick. He needed it more than words could say, more than any ceremony could demand.
I love you, Milo sent as he slid across Keon’s body, trailing exposed skin against his, claiming his mouth in a kiss.
I love you,he responded, grasping at his slim waist as Milo slipped a finger to Keon’s hole and pressed lightly.Stop teasing me. You know I’m ready,he urged, tilting his hips into the light contact. He waited as Milo shakily shifted to his knees and trailed fingertips across his thighs. Cupping his cock, he stroked it in the tight hold, bending to drag his tongue over the head.
Keon arched, encouraging him closer. When hands drifted across his exposed skin, pushing against his abdomen, dragging to his thighs, Keon floated in the constant pleasure of sensation. Until Milo guided a thick cock head to his hole and pushed inside. A breath punched from his lungs, and he lost track of everything that wasn’t their breathing, the slide of Milo’s cock inside, the touch, scent, and essence of his mate surrounding him.
He stopped thinking, focusing on Milo and what he did, the power and intensity of what they shared. Keon’s breath hitched as he rocked his hips to the rhythm Milo set. Milo stole a kiss, breathing against his lips as he increased the punishing thrust of his hips, closing his eyes when Keon kneaded the nape of his neck.
They kissed, fingers digging into bare flesh. Moaned. Whined. Arched. An interminable amount of time passed as Keon clung to Milo with biting fingers, nipping at his earlobe as his orgasm built and pushed him to his limits. Milo grunted, his hips stuttered, and he buried his face in Keon’s neck.
When sharp teeth bit on the soft tendons at his collarbone, Keon swore and cried out as the orgasm ripped through him. A violent explosion of sensation and need, painting Milo’s skin with come. As he shook and panted, limbs quivering, Milo caught his mouth in a hot, hard kiss. Kissing and fucking, relentless. With Milo above him, open-mouthed, body twitching as he found his release, Keon struggled to function.
Without a word, Milo eased out and fell over him.
Fuck.He trailed fingertips up Milo’s spine.I can’t believe you’re mine.Milo had been his for weeks, but this felt…permanent. Like he’d been scared to believe it.
After their practice, he hadn’t imagined it would be like this. More than sex, more than satisfying a need. They’d made love, letting their feelings run riot. It wasn’t a rushed, erratic blur like the books he’d read. This had been hauntingly beautiful. Which was how it should always be with Milo. An exploration. A worship.
Milo shuffled closer to curl by his side, head resting on Keon’s chest, fingers sleepily drawing invisible shapes on his skin. Keon kissed his head and let him sleep, wanting to savour every moment of their future. Life couldn’t be anything but incredible with this love in his heart.
He couldn’t wait to start living a mated life with Milo by his side.
Sleep well, mikha. I love you.
Epilogue
Keon
Three Weeks Later: Late December
