“Do it.” Michael wrapped a hand around him, and Isaac thrust into his fist, chasing his orgasm until it exploded inside him. Instinct took over and he bit down hard.
The moment he tasted blood on his tongue, something within him pulled taut, filling him up with warmth and light until it was almost too much. He threw his head back and howled, barely aware of Michael doing the same until finally it ebbed away, settling into a warm hum behind his chest.
I can feel him.
He opened his eyes to find Michael looking back at him, gaze full of wonder. When he glanced down to see the bite mark on Michael’s neck, his wolf keened, and a flare of possessiveness rushed through him so strong a growl escaped.
Mine.
Michael traced a finger over the matching mark on Isaac’s throat.
His mark.
“It worked,” he said reverently.
“It did.”
“I’m never leaving you again.”
Isaac hummed. “As much as I love hearing that, won’t Baker need your help still?”
Michael shook his head. “They can handle things without me now.” He carefully pulled out, making them both hiss, before rolling onto his back. “I don’t want to go back.” He turned onto his side and propped his head on his hand, looking down at Isaac. “Especially not now.”
Isaac cupped his jaw and drew him down for a kiss.
Five years he’d waited to hold Michael in his arms like this, to be joined forever in a way that no one could ever take away from them, to spend the rest of their lives together.
And it had been worth every damn second.
