There was never a moment of quiet in the pack, and I loved all the energy and chaos that came with so many of my family members. Sometimes, though, they were a lot.
As if Sebbie sensed my need for some stillness and quiet, he began the round of goodbyes. This typically took at least half an hour for him, whereas I simply waved a hand to the whole crew as we walked out the front door, my stuff in a bag flung over my shoulder.
I drove back to his house, one hand on the wheel and one hand holding his. We were quiet, but it was a peaceful quiet. It was a quiet borne of love and comfort with one another.
“Want to sit on the deck and feed the crows?” he asked me when we pulled up.
I smiled and nodded. That was exactly what I needed. Some quiet time in nature with Sebbie. I carried my stuff in, leaving it in his bedroom—our bedroom—to unpack later. We gathered food for the crows, tea for ourselves, and made our way out onto the porch.
We fed the crows, enjoying the warm spring breeze. Eventually Crow came over. The attention hog was more concerned with getting pets from Sebbie than actual snacks, but I didn’t begrudge her that. She flew off, only to come back againwith a beautiful pink quartz stone that she gave to Sebbie. It was probably two inches long and of a good thickness, and I was impressed with her find.
Sebbie oohed and ahhed over it, and Crow preened.
“Isn’t it lovely, Corbin? She did such a good job,” Sebbie praised, handing the rock to me to look at.
As I handled it, I could almost see, within the striations of the rock, a figure. It looked like Sebbie, standing there with his pink cloak and his staff. I smiled at Crow, and she cooed at me. She had brought me a perfect rock for carving, and I knew Sebbie would love seeing himself carved in pink stone.
“I love you, mate,” I told him, looking over at him.
He smiled. “Love you, too. Want to head inside?”
He wiggled his eyebrows a bit at that, which made me laugh. My mate and I still couldn’t get enough of each other, and skin-to-skin contact sounded perfect right now.
I stood and picked him up from his chair, making him giggle as I carried him into the bedroom. I set him down in front of the bed, stripping off his shirt and then my own. I was in the process of stripping my pants off when I heard the ruffling sound of paper.
“Oops,” Sebbie said, and I looked over to see that when he’d stripped his pants and thrown them, they’d knocked the tarot deck off the dresser where I’d put it.
I ignored the cards, more focused on Sebbie’s sexy body. He was still wearing boxer briefs, his hard dick a little tent in the front of them. He was staring at my dick, which was hard and leaking from thinking about touching him. He reluctantly tore his eyes away to look at the cards on the floor.
“Oh,” he said. “That’s pretty.”
He hopped off the bed to pick up a card—my guess was it had fallen face up. Cheeky deck couldn’t even let me have sex in peace.
Sebbie had a card in his hand, and he was examining it.
“Was it upside down?” I asked.
“No, it was right side up. It was the only card flipped over. It makes me feel happy, though. What does it mean?” he asked, holding up the card.
It was the ten of cups.
I barked out a laugh, walking over to my mate. I took the card from his hand and laid it on the dresser—right side up—before I took his face in my hands, leaning in for a soft kiss.
“It means fulfillment of a journey and stability,” I murmured against his lips.
He hummed against my lips, and I backed him up to the bed, easing us both gently down onto the mattress.
“It means happily ever after,” I said, looking into his eyes.
He breathed out a soft hum, lifting a hand to caress my cheek. “Well, then, it must be true, because you, my sexy hellhound, are definitely my happy ever after.”
“And you, little reaper, are mine.”
Crow cawed from outside, and we both laughed.
“Love you, too, Crow!” Sebbie yelled.
“If there aren’t any further interruptions from the peanut gallery,” I muttered, “I’d like to make love to my mate.”
“Your mate would like that very much,” Sebbie answered. He wiggled his eyebrows then. “Show me what happily ever after feels like, Corbin.”
His line was so corny that I couldn’t resist smiling, and he broke out in joyful giggles. This was my eternity—a silly, lighthearted mate who could do impossible things.
It really was the perfect new beginning.
