The cabins of the pack began to appear as they got closer to the center of the compound, and Gray hurried them along. The wolves following them drifted away one by one, breaking off to go back totheir own homes. After a few minutes, Gray and Simon were alone and walking the final steps to the main house.
When they reached a particularly dark spot under a huge oak in the yard, Gray spun Simon around and pulled him close. “Fuck, what you do to me.” He devoured Simon’s lips with his, and Simon opened to him without hesitation.
He’d never wanted this much, needed this much. He gripped Gray’s muscled back, pulling him closer and closer until there was nothing between them but the thin material of Simon’s clothes. He longed to rip his shirt off and throw it aside, leaving only their skin touching.
Gray broke away, gasping for breath, his cock hard against Simon’s stomach. “I want you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and raspy.
“Yes, please,” Simon said, before pulling Gray close again.
Gray held him back, chuckling. “We have to wait. Just a few more minutes.”
Simon groaned, but he knew Garon was waiting for them inside, just a few steps away. “You can’t go in like that.” Simon gestured to Gray’s straining erection.
“I know.” Gray sighed, and Simon felt the tingle of his magic. A minute later the front door opened, and Aunt Maggie tossed something out into the yard. Gray went over and picked up the pair of shorts and slipped them on. His cock was still slightly obscene, outlined clearly against the thin fabric. “Just stay kind of in front of me for a minute.”
Simon laughed and nodded. They went onto the porch and in through the front door. Garon came barreling through the living room at them and grabbed Simon in a hug.
“Did you get it out?”
Simon nodded. “Yep. It’s gone.”
“I heard Dad say it was here, but everything’s okay now, right?”
Gray spoke up behind him. “Everything’s fine, kiddo. No one is hurt, and the demon is dead.”
“Oh. Did you have to kill it, Dad?”
“No, it was dead when we found it. Nothing to worry about, though. We’re taking care of it, okay?”
“Okay. You’re sure it’s dead?”
Gray slipped around a bit so he could wrap himself around both Garon and Simon. “I’m sure, son.”
Garon breathed a sigh of relief. “I know it’s not okay to be glad someone died, but I kind of am.”
Simon gave him a little squeeze. “It’s okay, Garon. I have to say I’m a little bit glad myself. The demon was dangerous and trying to hurt us. I wish it didn’t have to end that way, but I’d rather it die than one of us, you know?”
“Yeah. I was pretty scared.”
Simon looked up into Gray’s eyes. “Yeah, I was too. But we don’t have to worry. Your dad will keep us safe.”
18
Gray and Simon helped Garon get settled into bed. Gray wasn’t sure who needed the ritual more, his son or himself. They tucked him in, and Gray ran his hand over Garon’s hair for a few minutes. Garon pushed into the touch and reached out his other hand to grab Simon’s.
After a few moments, Gray leaned down and kissed his son’s forehead. Simon gave Garon’s fingers a gentle squeeze before releasing them and stepping back. Garon slipped easily into sleep.
As Gray led Simon out of the room and into the hall, his gaze drifted across the hall to the guest room where Simon’s things were, and then down the hall to the master bedroom. He knew where he wanted them to end up. Glancing at Simon, he could see Simon was having similar thoughts. “Stay with me tonight?”
Simon’s eyes grew dark with lust. “I’d love to.”
They went slowly down the hall, hands locked together. Gray led Simon into his room and pulled him over to the bed. He turned on a small lamp on the bedside table, its soft glow providing just enough light for them to maneuver. Gray guided Simon around so he was sitting on the bed before he knelt down to slip off Simon’s shoes. He tossed them aside, followed by his socks.
Simon started to unfasten his jeans, but Gray brushed his hands away. “Let me.”
Simon nodded and leaned back so Gray had easier access to the front of his jeans. He bit his lip, suddenly anxious. “I should probably shower.”
“Later,” Gray whispered.
