“This gift is a great responsibility,” Stefanos said. “You’ll require training.”
I slid my hand to Caleb’s and locked my fingers around his. My wolf stirred in my chest as I pinned my gaze on Stefanos.
“Right now,” I said, “he needs freedom, food, and a clean bed.”
“With a pillow,” Caleb added.
Silence held.
Stefanos and Nin looked at each other, something passing between them.
Nin turned back to us. “Very well.” She looked at Caleb, her eyes near-black once more. “We release you, but you’re not permitted to live on your own. You still require the guidance of a more experienced wolf.” She looked between us, the flicker of a smile in her dark eyes. “I suspect staying with Jesse won’t pose a hardship.”
“None at all,” Caleb said. He turned to me. “I don’t actually know where we are.”
“London,” I said, grinning like an idiot. Which was inappropriate given the circumstances. We had a lot to figure out. But right now, the future didn’t seem like that big of a problem. “I have a house here.”
Caleb smiled. “Then take me home.”
Chapter
Thirty
CALEB
It was Saturday, and I was riding Jesse’s dick like the jockey of the odds-on favorite at Churchill Downs.
I fuckinglovedSaturday.
Three weeks had passed in a blur, every day a whirlwind of joy and relief. So far, my gift hadn’t manifested again. The Council of Elders was supposedly searching for another seer who could teach me how to summon it or something. My parents seemed content to go no-contact. Citing a lack of evidence, the police in Hale Valley had closed their investigation into Aiden Cross’s busted arm. I was in love and nobody wanted me dead.
“Baby…” Jesse breathed, holding my waist. He sprawled against the back of the leather sofa, his eyes narrow golden slits as he stared at my bouncing dick. “Damn, you’re good at this.”
“The best,” I said, digging my fingers into his shoulders. Our forgotten lunch waited on the ottoman. The clothes we’d shed littered the glossy hardwood. His London townhouse was quintessential Jesse: all sleek, masculine lines and expensive statement pieces with no clutter.
Well, mostly no clutter. In the three weeks since my trial, I’d upset some of his careful balance. My T-shirts usually spilled from the side of the dresser he’d vacated, and my socks rarelymade it to the hamper. My college transfer paperwork covered the kitchen table. Most of my credit hours would make the jump across the pond, but I was looking at about a year of coursework in England. Once the disappointment had worn off, I’d realized I didn’t mind. The colleges we’d looked at were a hell of a lot nicer than Hale Valley. There was no internship requirement, and I’d end up with a more reputable degree.
And I had time.
Jesse wrapped a hand around my dick, and we both groaned as he gave me a rough pump.
“Fuck,” I muttered, staring at the dark hair on his thick wrist. The bottle of lube rolled into the crack between the cushions. We’d started keeping them all over the townhouse because we were a pair of horny, impatient motherfuckers.
“You’re so damn sexy,” Jesse murmured, dragging his fist up and down my shaft. “Taking what you want. Making yourself feel good.” His breath hitched, and he stroked me faster. “Keep going, baby. Sit on it.”
“Fuck, yeah,” I panted, my ass slapping his thighs. My orgasm hovered but, damn, I wanted this to last. Slowing my wild pace, I grabbed his face and kissed him.
He moaned as our tongues clashed, and he moved both hands to my ass and squeezed. His stubble scratched my chin. I worked my hips in a slow circle, grinding on his dick. The head dragged over my gland, and pleasure shot through me.
“Shit,” I muttered against his mouth. Rocking my hips, I squeezed my ass around his cock. Another zing of pleasure nailed my central nervous system. So I did it again, squeezing and grinding.
Jesse’s nostrils flared. “So slutty,” he whispered, sliding his fingers into my cleft. He rubbed my rim, then wedged a finger next to his dick, setting off a burn that quickly dissolved into more pleasure.
I rested my forehead against his. “Fuck.”
He licked my bottom lip. “Too much?”
“Not enough.”
