“Alright, Wölfchen, but I want you to let me know if that changes.” It could go either way but I wanted him to be able to talk it out first. It was time to push that to the backburner, though, because his scent had shifted toward candied bacon and it was time to head into the shower.
But that wasn’t going to stop us from working through his mental stressors, so as he finally eased back from me, I took his hand and led him to the bathroom. “Tell me something else that’s on your mind.”
It took him longer to find another one, but by the time I had the water warming up and his shirt off, he’d sorted through some of his thoughts. “Macy’s a moron too and I’m kind of mad about that.”
Oh yeah.
I kissed his head and did my best not to vent about how much I agreed with him, though.
“She is young and is not dealing as well with this as I thought she would, but I’m mad as well and we’re going to keep Emeric here with us.” Something made him chuckle and crash his head into my chest. “What?”
“You’re supposed to ask me about that, not assume.” He was trying to find his teacher voice but I snorted.
“You started it first.” Besides, I knew what he wanted and I was just giving it to him. “I heard you talking about it with him yesterday and that whole giving him a space thing wasn’t subtle in any way.”
Dorian’s huff said I was right but it also said I’d distracted him out of some of his stress. “That’s ridiculous.”
Yep, I was right.
“When she gets back, though, I’m going to need you to meet her and tell me if you think I should’ve expected this.” I hadn’t, and as I reached for his pants, I started to second-guess a lot. “She gets good reviews at work. She’s smart and went to college early. But her family seemed stable too.”
Kissing my cheek, he snuggled closer and wiggled his hips to help his pants fall to the floor. “That just means she was gone a lot and you haven’t had a chance to get to know her well enough. How about we make sure to start doing more pack-based activities? Barbecues or things like that?”
“I think that’s a great idea.” So was finishing getting him naked, so I reached for his briefs and slowly peeled them down his hips. “But I want you to tell me if I start asking too much from you without realizing it. I know there’s got to be a balance.”
Dorian laughed.
“You have no ability to set boundaries or balance anything.” Shaking his head, he sighed and kissed my cheek. “But I will let you know when you start driving me insane.”
Smart men were really sexy.
“Thank you, Wölfchen.” Leaning down, I kissed his neck and gently nibbled on it. “I want to make sure my mate is happy with me, so making sure I know when to apologize thoroughly is important.”
His shiver was sexy but my favorite part was the sharp inhale as dirty thoughts seemed to fill his mind.
“But now…now it’s time to reward you.” Hips rocking forward, Dorian’s muscles tensed like he was fighting the urge to grind his cock against me. “You said you knew what you wanted?”
“I do.” Leaving it at that had him bouncing back and forth between wanting to complain and wanting to moan. It seemed like another distraction was in order, so as he stepped out of his clothes, I moved back and started taking off mine. “I’m going to enjoy it too.”
Dorian licked his lips and swallowed hard as his gaze followed every move I made. “What…what kind of things are you going to enjoy?”
He was thinking a bit too clearly now, so I ran my hand down my chest and slowly teased the button on my pants before stroking my hand over my bulge. “Relaxing things.”
Eventually.
He started to say something else, but easing the zipper down and letting my pants fall to the floor had his brain grinding to a halt. “I…”
Doing my best not to smile, I slowly peeled my boxer briefs down, letting my hard cock spring out like it was reaching for him. All thoughts of figuring out what I was going to do faded from his mind as my dick took it over. “How does…how does your knot feel when you’re not…when it’s just there?”
“As far as I can tell, it feels denser compared to the rest of my cock.” To say he was fascinated by our differences would’ve been an understatement, so I reached out and took his hand, bringing it to my dick. “If you’re a good boy for me, I’ll let you wash it in the shower. Would you like that?”
Nod.
Swallow.
Squeeze.
Moans…from both of us.
