“You’re one of us now. We look out for each other,” Silver said before turning around and dragging Anthony through the doorway behindhim.
“Bye!” Anthony called over hisshoulder.
Quain laughed. The alpha pair was intense, but that didn’t stop him from likingthem.
“Feel better?” Peterasked.
Quain glanced down at his chest. The wound had closed up and even the pinkness around his wrist had vanished. “I feel much better actually.” He wished his psychological issues were healing just asfast.
“Good.” Peter kissedhim.
Champagne bubbles of joy fizzed through him. He leaned closer for anotherkiss.
After a second kiss, Peter scooted out of reach despite Quain’s annoyed noise. “Easy, babe. I don’t want to hurt you. You were just shot,” Petersoothed.
“But I’m fine now and need more touching,” Quain’s inner lynxwhined.
“Let’s get back home, and I’ll touch you all youwant.”
Quain grinned. “I can agree withthat.”
“Good.” Peter wrapped an arm around Quain’s waist. “Comeon.”
“Okay.” He didn’t know what else to say. Exhaustion dragged down his limbs as if gravity had increased within the past tenminutes.
“No arguments?” Peter asked,amused.
“Over what? I could use anap.”
After planting a soft kiss on his forehead, Peter left to tell everyone goodbye. “Let’s gohome.”
Quain nodded, his eyes at half-mast. “I’m ready when youare.”
Although he had been healed, the idea of lying in Peter’s soft bed and resting sounded like the best ideaever.
It didn’t takelong to ride back to Peter’s luxury condo. A pleased sigh went through him when they entered the beautiful dwelling. If he were a more introspective person, he would wonder why it felt like home after only one day, but he was too tired for so muchthinking.
Despite having a driver and a generous bank account, Quain had lived in a relatively small house with few decorations. Shopping had never been his thing, and he imposed enough on his relatives to ask them to be home decorators too. He had purchased a few items online, but he preferred to see furniture in person before buying it, leaving him with only one comfortable chair and a few overstuffed couches his mother had persuaded him totake.
Peter’s place might need to be rearranged a bit to hide the more breakable things. He didn’t want to knock something over during a vision, but the overall aesthetic had a warm, welcomingaura.
He stumbled to the bedroom. A flop down on the mattress pushed all the breath out of his body and a smile onto hislips.
“Comfy?” Peter asked, his voice warm andamused.
“Yes. Very,” Quain mumbled. “You have a nicebed.”
“Wehave a nicebed.”
“Yes, we do.” Quain hid a smug smile in the pillow. Before Peter, he had never shared a bed with anyone. His few sexual forays had not included sleeping overnight for fear of visions. Most were hurried meetings with his driver on standby to take him back home. The luxury of having a live-in lover had waves of contentment rolling down hisspine.
For once free of worry, Quain let darkness take himaway.
He woke to Peter trailing a finger down his stomach. “Hello there. We only have a couple hours before lunch with yourparents.”
“I’d say call and tell them I was shot, but I don’t want them to panic.” He grimaced. Panicked parents didn’t make for a goodtime.
“If you’re nervous, I can help settle your nerves.” Peter’s sexy grin urged his playful kitty side to comeout.
