The pair of us stayed up late into the night, discussing fated mates, destiny, and other such philosophical topics that made my head hurt. Still, Soren went to sleep more relaxed than when the discussion started, so I must have done something right.
In the morning my growling stomach wakes me. If we were in my time, I’d spring out of bed, shift, and go hunting to feed my mate. I doubt the neighborhood would appreciate my hunting the local pigeon population, however.
Soren stirs beside me, yawning big and wide. Seeing him so soft and vulnerable fills me with a protective urge I haven’t felt in years. I nestle closer and pull him into my arms. He sighs, nuzzling into my chest. “Morning, you.”
I chuckle and plant a kiss in his mussed hair. “Morning. Sleep well?”
He hums a yes. “Wonder why…” His hands slide down my shoulders and palm my ass. A different kind of hunger awakens as I shift my hips against his. Soren moans softly, teeth pinching my nipple and pulling lightly. Desire shivers down my spine. Licking my palm, I take us both in hand and stroke.
“Fuck,” Soren whispers, rocking his hips into my fist. His hardening cock grinds against mine, making my eyes roll back. All thoughts of food fly out of my head as I devote all my attention to pleasuring Soren, squeezing us from root to tip, thrusting hard against him.
When we kiss, it’s sloppy with teeth and tongue, only lasting seconds before Soren tips back his head, a groan punching from his chest. His seed spills over my fist and cock, and I use it to stroke us faster. Pleasure tightens my balls and makes my toes curl as I thrust faster against his cock.
Soren kisses me hard just as my release slams into me, muffling what would have been a shout that could have woken the whole building, I’m sure. His lips never leave mine as I shudder through the sweet bliss of my release.When we finally part, we’re both gasping, lips swollen and hot.
My hand is drenched in our seed, and I don’t hesitate to rub it into my skin. Soren frowns at me. “Uh. What are you doing?”
“Making sure I smell like you. I don’t want to forget last night, or this morning.”
Soren chuckles. “You know, we’re doing this again, right?”
“Are we?” It pleases me beyond measure to hear him say that.
“Many, many times if I have my way,” Soren says, voice low and gravelly. “I’d stay in bed all day with you if I could.” Rolling over, he fumbles around for his phone and turns it on. His eyes widen. “Oh shit.”
My shoulders stiffen. “What is it?”
“I slept in!” He practically rolls out of bed. “Gotta shower, eat, and go to work.”
Throwing off the blankets, I follow him. “I’ll join you.”
Soren grabs a couple of towels from the closet and wraps one around his waist before handing the other to me. He steps out into the living room and freezes, making me walk into him.
“Hey, Gramps.”
My heart drops into my stomach. Fergus sits at the table, a plate of sandwiches in front of him. They smell like ham and cheese and gods, I amstarving—no, focus, Lyall!
“Goodmorning. Sleep well?” Fergus's voice is light, casual even, but there’s no way he can’t smell the sweat and sex on our bodies. And, oh gods, there’s the mess all over my stomach and chest.
Kill me now.
“I, uh—we didn’t—we were just—”
Soren steps on my toe, making me bite back a curse. “Going to shower and head to work. So we’ll just be leaving now.”
“Grab a sandwich before you both leave, please. Ham and Swiss, grilled to perfection if I say so myself.”
“My favorite,” Soren says, laughing nervously. He tugs on my hand. “We’ll see you in a sec.”
I can’t read Fergus’s expression. He seems calm and doesn’t smell angry, but he could have a shield in place that dampens his scent.
“Oh my god,” Soren groans, hiding his face in his hands the second we’re behind the bathroom door. “We might as well have just fucked in front of him. Why not!”
“He’s an old man, Soren. I’m certain he’s no monk.”
Soren snorts. “My granddad’s had sex. I didn’t need to know that. Thanks. That mental image really helps.”
I clap his shoulder. “Happy to help!”
