He nuzzled my throat. “But it’s fifteen feet away.”
“Right.” I swung my legs up, ignoring boots on the blankets, to cradle Lee between my thighs where he belonged.
He settled his weight on me, pinning me to the mattress, and kissed me frantically. “You’re here. You’re back.”
I grabbed the thick muscles of his butt through his khakis and pulled him down against me, the ridge of his erection alongside my stiffening cock. We bucked against each other, writhing, kissing, his hands locked in my hair, his eyes inches from mine. Fire scorched through my veins after so long apart and my dick rose hard as steel. “If you don’t get off me, I’m gonna come in my pants.”
“Me too. Do it.” He clamped his teeth on my shoulder through my shirt, tight enough to pinch, and thrust against me.
“Laundry.”
“Hell with laundry.” He kissed me again.
These were my last clean shorts, but I could always steal his. Or spend a day not wearing any. My dick ached, my balls throbbed.To hell with laundry.I planted my feet on the bed, spread my knees, and used the leverage to arch up against him. We bumped together, thrust and rubbed through denim and cotton, not as stimulating as hands or mouths but enough, more than enough. His weight and his smell and the sound of his low grunts could probably have gotten me off without any touch at all.
Climax hit me and I spilled into that cramped space between us, my orgasm short-circuiting my nerves till my vision went dark, sound turned to a rushing in my ears, and all I felt was the white-hot pleasure. Lee let out a feral groan, and I smelled his release joining mine. Then he slumped, quieting, pinning me to the bed with his weight.
I let my knees fall open and relaxed my grip on his ass. Warmth and elation filled me like nothing I’d felt before, a spill of golden light in my body, head, heart. I wrapped my arms around Lee and pulled him close, trying to share that wild joy with him.This is what I was made for, what you and I were made for.Deep down, my wolf picked up his head and then paced forward.Yes. Us. Mate. Pack.Lee’s weight on me was the perfect blanket, that powerful golden light made flesh. I slid one hand into his hair and pulled, lifting his head from my shoulder so I could kiss him.
As our mouths met, all that golden contentment exploded. Not shattering, but ballooning large, like fireworks expanding in the night sky. Lee was there with me, at the center of it all, his lips fused to mine. Then the fireworks faded and Lee murmured, “What the hell was that?”
“I don’t know. Great though, right?” I arched my neck against the pull of his hands in my hair— and realized he wasn’ttouching my hair.I’m pullinghishair.Shocked to stillness, I froze. Opened my fingers. The tight sensation was gone.
Something was digging into my stomach and I thought that sharp corner was a belt buckle, except I didn’t wear a belt in the car, and Lee’s buckle was pressed against my hip. We lay there, both tense, breathing shallowly, not moving.
I said, “Okay, don’t flip your lid now,” and gave myself a sharp slap on the cheek.
“Hey! Ouch!” Lee said, and then he stared at me, our eyes inches apart. “You hit yourself.” His pupils widened.
“Yeah.”
“It hurt.”
“You felt it?”
“Yeah.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “There’s some kind of bond.”
I closed my eyes too, sliding deep into that place in my head that had years ago glowed silver and gold and blue with the ties to my Alpha and my pack. For so long, that spot had been a dark aching void I tried not to think about, but now there was a shimmer there, a moss-green-gold ribbon leading off into the dark. When I focused on it, I felt… Lee. Bonded to me. No other word for it.
The bond carried his sensations, though not his thoughts. He was sated and happy and worried, all at once. His body felt comfortable, wrung out, except that buckle was in just the wrong place, poking with a corner—
He reached between us, opened his belt, and pulled it through the loops. I felt his weight on me, at the same time as I felt my hard muscles under him. I felt the squishy cooling of spunk in his shorts; in my shorts.Lee?I reached for that bond, tugged a little, and he said, “Yeah?”
Then he rolled off me abruptly and sat up. “What did youdo? I thought neither of us wanted to be Alpha.”
“We didn’t. I don’t.” And this link felt softer than the steel cable of a bond I had with Dad. But maybe that was because of who Dad was, as a mature and powerful Alpha. Or maybe the difference was being on the Alpha side this time. “I didn’t do it on purpose. Anyhow, you didn’t put your hands between mine, you didn’t swear to me. Ican’tbe your Alpha.”
We’d both sworn our obedience to Dad, done the ceremony and felt the bond take hold, and later seen Jonas swear in his turn. Jonas’s bond had joined the pack-sense in my head when he committed, when he gave his mind and heart in formal acceptance to our Alpha. I didn’t even know you could bond an unwilling wolf.
I sat up beside Lee, far enough away that we could meet each other’s eyes. “Maybe you’re Alpha.”
“I doubt it.”
“How do we figure it out?” I turned my attention inward to my wolf, but he lay sprawled in contentment, not like a creature expecting to dominate or be dominated. “My wolf is no help.”
“Mine either.” Lee hesitated, then stood in front of me. “Tell me to kneel.”
I didn’t want to. A wolf Alpha is a dictator. With his voice and his will, he could put any member of his pack on his knees. His Second might resist, maybe his Third, but if they disobeyed and he didn’t like it, they might have to kill him to survive. Pack obedience was written deep in our bones. I didn’t want Lee to obey me like that, without choice.
