“What?”
“This,” Slate said as he grasped Dakota’s cock.
“Oh! Good idea!”
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Dakota was loving Edinburgh with its charming architecture and cobbled streets—so different from the place he grew up and Slate was the perfect guide, mixing tourist attractions with different eating experiences, which is why he and his mate were presently on an afternoon tea cruise along the Union Canal. Looking over the wide selection of finger sandwiches, cakes and savories, Dakota selected a number of them to try, making notes about each on his phone so he could try making them when he got home.
Driving back to the hotel, Dakota snuggled against his mate, thinking about all they had done—starting with a two-hour hike up to Arthur’s Seat, where they’d enjoyed amazing vistas of Edinburgh from a high hill overlooking the city. Then Slate stopped and bought them mutton-filled Scotch Pies—Scotland’s version of a fast-food snack. He’d even arranged for Dakota to visit the kitchen where they were made. After that, a fascinating ghost tour of Edinburgh’s haunted houses followed by lunch at a famous Swedish restaurant where Dakota got his first taste of Scandinavian cuisine. All in all, a fabulous day with his mate.
“Have fun today?” asked Slate.
“Uh-huh, the whole day was fabulous, babe. I have so many ideas about different dishes I want to make and I know your mother is going to love my new menu for her afternoon tea.”
“I have a special surprise for you tomorrow. I signed us up for a five-hour Thai Cookery Masterclass.”
“NO WAY! I can’t believe it! Where did you find out about this? Oh my gods, thank you babe! That is the best surprise I ever got!” Dakota exclaimed, excitement dancing in his eyes.
“I’m glad you like it. I wasn’t sure about Thai cooking but thereareshifters living in Thailand.”
“It’s perfect. When Jackson went to San Francisco he brought back a Chinese cookbook and I’ve been experimenting with some of the herbs and seasonings, so I’m eager to learn what’s used in Thai cooking. How can I ever thank you?”
Slate grinned. “I have a few ideas, babe.”
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Slate led his mate back to their suite after having dinner with everyone in Logan and Kieran’s suite. Opening the door, he stepped aside, allowing Dakota to enter first, grinning at the gasp he heard.
“Babe, oh my gods! It’s gorgeous! How did you do this?” Dakota asked, slowly walking into their living room, gazing at an assortment of vases, some filled with red roses, others with twinkling fairy lights emitting a magical glow. Moving to the middle of the room, he turned slowly in a circle, swaying in time to the soft background music, captivated by the wonderland hismate created for him. “Thank you so much, babe, I adore it.”
Sweeping Dakota into his arms, Slate began to kiss him, his tongue wrapping around Dakota’s as he deepened his kiss. Never would he get enough of his mate’s taste. Finally, drawing back, Slate said, “Before I found you, my world was cold and lonely. No matter what I did or tried, my heart never knew the warmth of love and my soul never found its mate. I love you with all of me and I can never live another day without you in my life because you are the reason my heart beats. Come, babe, let’s make love tonight.” Taking Dakota’s hand, Slate led him into their bedroom, then stopped next to the bed. Slowly, he undressed his mate, kissing his bare, smooth skin—caressing, touching—his fingers trailing over Dakota’s muscles. Finished, Slate took a step back, his eyes glowing as he gazed at Dakota’s gorgeous nakedness, the dim room light casting shadows on its ridges and valleys.
Slate slowly removed his clothes, his eyes riveted on the beautiful man in front of him until he, too, was nude. Stepping close, he slowly caressed his mate’s body, loving his shivers as his fingertips lightly ran over his skin. His lips once again descended on Dakota’s, giving his mate a gentle kiss before gathering him in his arms and placing him on the bed. Picking up the bottle of lube on the nightstand, he set it on the bed next to them before kneeling between Dakota’s legs.
Staring at his mate, Dakota saw the love in Slate’s eyes. Looping his arms around his mate’s neck, he pulled him toward him until their lips were tenderly kissing, filling both with love. Wanting more, Dakota murmured, “Babe, make love to me…please.”
After one last kiss, Slate sat back on his heels, grasping Dakota’s leaking cock, squeezing it slightly before hishand began to stroke it, loving the feel of it. Bending down, he sucked the tip of it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, lapping up the pre-cum, lowering his mouth on it until his nose was buried in his mate’s lush forest of hair. Inhaling the intense scent, Slate’s blood began to heat up and his need rose. Letting Dakota’s cock slide from his mouth, Slate sat up, grabbed the lube and coated his cock and several fingers before tossing the bottle onto the floor.
Slate resumed licking and sucking his mate’s beautiful cock while loosening Dakota’s pucker. When three fingers moved in and out with ease, he let his mate’s cock slide from his mouth, smiling at the whimpers he heard. Grasping his own turgid cock, he placed it against Dakota’s hole, gently pushing in, groaning when the tip popped through the ring of muscles. Taking his time, working his cock in until he was balls deep, he paused until Dakota had relaxed. Then he began pumping his hips, loving the tightness and heat of his mate.
Slowly at first, watching Dakota’s face, Slate’s hips thrust forward, burying his cock in his mate, pulling back until only the tip remained inside. Over and over, he repeated the movement, speeding up, building the need in both of them. As they climbed to the peak of passion, their cries of love excited their wolves, bringing them to the surface. Moving his hips faster and faster, Slate knew he and his mate were close to the edge when he saw Dakota’s fangs drop. Then his own were bared. Soon… Soon… Then it happened. Cocks pulsing with load after load of cum, fangs sinking into each other’s necks, Slate and Dakota soared up to the stars and beyond, their love for each other shining in their eyes, never to be extinguished.
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Epilogue
Sitting on the bed, Slate gazed lovingly at his mate while Dakota picked out their outfits for the special dinner they’d be attending that night. After they made love last night, Dakota’s whispered words played like an endless loop in his mind:
“I need you, babe, like a flower needs the sun to bloom, I need you more than anything else because your love and courage makes me whole. All my life I was missing something, only I never knew it was you until we finally became one and complete. Your love chases away the darkness I’ve lived with for so long, changing my world into one filled with sunshine. I love you, babe…now, tomorrow, and for the rest of time.”
For the first time in his life, someone needed him, depended on him and loved him for who he was. It was a heady feeling and one Slate never wanted to lose because it fulfilled him in a way he never thought possible. Like Dakota, he always felt less than whole, never good enough to be part of the world he lived in, but that all changed when he met and claimed his Fated Mate.
Slate’s life now had the meaning he’d sought and, as he sat there looking at his mate, he vowed to cherish and protect the man the Fates deemed him worthy of.
“Babe, I thought we could wear matching outfits tonight. What do you think?” Dakota said holding up the goldish-yellow polo shirts.
“Did Kieran pick those out?
