When he did, Will felt the wolf’s bone-deep sense of victory, a satisfaction that ran deeper than the sweet ache of a hard run under the full moon.It made Will come in turn, so hard that his entire body shook, and he made strange sounds that were halfway between human and wolf.Hot spurts of cum slicked both their chests, but neither of them cared as their bodies ground against each other in those last blissful throes of pleasure.
Sage fell back after, taking Will with him and leaving him draped over his chest.Will kissed and licked along Sage’s neck to show his appreciation, his approval.His gratitude.
“That was…intense,” Sage said.
“I love you.”
Sage stiffened, but he relaxed a second later and lifted his head to kiss Will.
“I love you too, sweetcakes.But you still do not get to lick me in public.”
Will growled, but it was a happy puppy growl.The wolf was content.The wolf was sated.The wolf knew this was his mate.Everything was right in the world, at least while the moon still lingered above the horizon.
18
Sage
Therewasbangingcomingfrom the front door, which was unfair for two reasons.One, it was too early for that kind of thing, and two, there was a very naked werewolf in Sage’s bed who had decided to use him as a pillow despite the many alternative pillow options.It made Sage feel special.
“Coming.”Sage groaned and rolled out of bed, or tried to.Will wasn’t at all sold on letting Sage go.“Coming!”Sage said, louder, and Will eased his hold.“I should go see who it is.”
To Sage’s chagrin, Will got to his feet fast, considering there wasn’t any coffee yet.He even stole one of Sage’s tees on the way to the stairs.The young wolf really was much too active in the mornings.It made Sage smile.
I certainly didn’t mind the activities earlier.
Sage located pants and went down the stairs.He picked up his step when he heard an inordinate amount of growling.
As soon as he got to the hallway, he could see the reason for that: Carl, dressed in a suit and tie, facing off against Will, who was blocking the door, wearing nothing but a T-shirt that just about covered his pretty behind.Will was about half a head shorter than Carl, but that didn’t hold him back much.
“Can we not?”Sage asked.“Will, move aside and let Carl come in here, please.”
Carl gave Will a triumphant look, but Will ignored him in a passive-aggressive, bitey dog way.
“Good morning.”Carl held out a cupholder with three paper cups.“I brought coffee.”He gave Sage a long look before dropping his gaze to the very tip of the raven wing that hugged Sage’s torso.
Sage cleared his throat.“Thanks.Let me just go grab a shirt before I join you.”
Sage headed to the laundry room, which was closer than going back upstairs, but he’d forgotten it was a bloody mess—with some of that being Will’s blood.It turned Sage’s stomach, even if Will had helped heal himself faster than Sage’s sub-par skills could’ve managed.
What would’ve happened if he hadn’t been able to do that?
The hamper Will had been tossed into was still mostly intact though, and Sage dug out a semi-clean shirt before heading back to the hallway, where both werewolves still stood, just as he’d left them.Only now, they were having a staring contest.
Sage ran a hand through his messy hair.“How about we head to the kitchen?”
Will moved to glue himself to Sage’s side as Carl followed them to the kitchen.Once they got to the table, Will dragged his chair close to Sage so he could touch him while Carl sat across from them.
The book said werewolves can get territorial even if it isn’t the full moon, but mostly with those they consider pack mates.Maybe he should invest this energy in making friends with Carl rather than posturing.Sage snuck a glance at Will.Not that I have any idea how to get him to do that, most certainly not before coffee.
Carl pushed two of the cups toward them.
“Two sugars in yours, Sage.”Carl gave him a bright smile.
“You have a fucking nose, so why don’t you use it?”Will said.“This isn’t going to happen for you.”
Okay, that mouthiness is all new.Why is it sexy though?Sage glanced at the coffee.Maybe this’ll help.
He reached for the cup.
