Nick whimpered, arms trembling. “Logan. Want it. Need it. Please, fuck, please…”
How could he deny the way his mate begged so prettily? Logan bit down, hard enough to claim. Canines embedded into tender flesh, his wolf howled at the sensation. The pulse beneath his teeth hammered as wild as his own.
A rush hit Logan, something raw and primal. He felt the thrum of his mate’s heart sync with his own, felt his entire future align with Nick’s.
Then, Nick’s silvery life ribbon, a swirl of mist, curled from under him. Fascinated, Logan couldn’t look away, watching as a blue one emerged from his own. They drifted upward, twisted in on each other, and then they shot into their chests. Not pain, just heat, like a sunburst behind his ribs.
“I felt it,” Nick cried out. “I feel you, Logan.” His cock jerked in Logan’s fist, shooting hot against the sheets. Nick’s body clamped down, milking Logan’s shaft. A primal roar ripped from deep inside him.
There was nothing like it. No high, no drug, no wild night in the woods could ever come close.
After extracting his canines, Logan collapsed over Nick, his arms shaking. His mate panted, wrung out, trembling under him. He licked the wound closed, soothing it, and held Nick tight.
For a long minute, it was just breathing, skin to skin, the two of them wrecked and tangled together.
Nick twisted under Logan, trying to catch his breath. “What just happened?” he managed, his voice hoarse but content.
Logan nuzzled into the mess of Nick’s hair, not ready to let him go. “We’re bonded mates.”
Nick laughed, a raspy sound. “Did you see colors, or is that just me?”
“Yeah. Saw them.” Logan slid out of his mate, slowly, not letting go until he had to, and then he rolled them onto their sides, spooning him close. “Silver and blue. They were our life ribbons sealing our souls.”
Nick hummed, wriggling back against Logan. His mate was messy, his legs sticky with cum, his hair a disaster, the bite mark already blooming at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Logan licked it, and Nick shivered.
“You hungry?” Logan asked. “Probably should get you water, too.”
Nick shook his head. “Just wanna lie in your arms for as long as possible.”
Logan wrapped Nick up, his arms around his mate’s chest, his hand splayed over the guy’s heart. Nick covered Logan’s hand with his, threading their fingers together.
As Logan breathed him in, he stroked the inside of Nick’s wrist with his thumb, still riding the high from claiming his mate.
It couldn’t last long. Not when Zeppelin had ordered him home. “We have to head to the pack house.” Logan rubbed his nose over Nick’s bare shoulder. “Alpha ordered us there.”
Before today, Nick knew nothing of their world. Logan was surprised Nick hadn’t asked him about the bite or freak out that their souls were merged. Caught up in the moment, he hadn’t explained anything to Nick.
“Pack,” Nick said, as if he was tasting the word. “I’m assuming that has something to do with wolves.”
“Yes.” Logan rested his chin on Nick’s shoulder, needing the closeness but also watching for signs of a breakdown, of reality setting in now that they could think straight. “I’m a wolf shifter, Nick.”
His mate remained quiet for so long Logan braced himself for the fallout.
“Cool.” Nick gently stroked his arm.
“Cool?” For some reason, Logan didn’t trust that response. There was no way Nick had accepted what happened, what Logan was, that calmly.
When his mate tried to turn to face him, Logan lifted his arm then settled them back around him.
“Under normal circumstances, I probably would’ve freaked out.” Nick traced a finger over Logan’s left pec. “I’ve suffered my entire life, Logan. You’re aware of the fact.”
Nodding, he wondered where Nick was going with this. “You were starving.”
“If I hadn’t met you, I still would be,” he said, his finger now tracing Logan’s collarbone. “You finally gave me the answer I’d been searching for. You didn’t try to kill me when I attacked you, and you helped me face who I truly was.” Nick’s gaze lifted to his. “You being a wolf, and our souls merging, doesn’t seem so crazy when I’m finally at peace.”
Logan pressed his lips to Nick’s forehead, vowing to protect his mate’s newfound peace with his life.
Chapter Six
