Page 8 of By The Moon

“Like there are bad humans. I have to be careful either way.”

“You’ll live longer, too. Maybe gain some of my speed, strength, agility.”

“Awesome.” Jerome paused, a frown developing. “What about my family? Can I tell them?”

Louis winced and turned away. “I don’t want to tell you what to do.”

“I would have to be careful when I visit them.”

His mate was far too understanding. “You’re taking this much more calmly than I thought you would.”

Smiling, Jerome leaned forward and slid his lips over Louis’, making Louis gasp and want more. “I’ve always known you meant something to me. I’ve waited for you for what feels like forever. I understand why you stayed away. If we’d seen eachother when I was going through puberty I wouldn’t have cared about whether I was old enough or not. I would have jumped you.”

“You were hard to resist, especially when you grew your hair long.”

Jerome chuckled softly and Louis remembered seeing him with his hair loose around his shoulders. Jerome had always kept it tied back, but then one day it was down and all Louis could think about was grabbing it as they fucked. That summer had been a long and hard one, and no matter how many times Louis had jacked off, he was constantly hard and leaking and desperate for his mate.

“My so called rebellious year. Dad threatened to cut it himself if I didn’t go to the barbers. Probably because he was tired of me always complaining about it.”

“I liked it. I had… it kept me entertained.”

“I bet it did,” Jerome murmured. Louis grinned, then sighed when Jerome kissed him. “Have we talked enough now?”

“I don’t know.”

“Let’s take this somewhere else. I don’t want my first time to be on a sofa.”

“I knew you hadn’t been with another man.” Knowing he would be the first man to touch his mate, to do things to his mate, had him fighting back the urge to go all caveman on Jerome.

Staring at his gorgeous mate, feeling all the love he had for Jerome almost reduced Louis to tears. He was so unbelievably lucky and he was never going to walk away now he had his mate. “Jerome,” he whispered. “I’ve only wanted you and now I can have you.”

“You can, so no more talk. I think we’ve both waited enough, don’t you?”

Louis nodded and lead Jerome to his bedroom. He’d anticipated this moment, so his room was clean with fresh bedding. He let go of Jerome’s hand and lit the candles he had around the room then turned to his mate. “Too much?”

Jerome smiled, shaking his head as he approached and looped his arms over Louis’ shoulders. “Perfect. You’ve thought about this moment.”

“I want to make it special for you.”

“You are. I finally have you and now I know why I had this need to find you, to speak to you. We were always meant to be together.”

Louis closed his eyes and lowered his head until their foreheads touched. There was only an inch or so difference in their height, so for him, it was perfect. This moment was perfect. All the years he’d watched and waited, wanting his mate to experience life, had been worth it, because they were here now.

“No more words, Louis. No more thinking. Kiss me.”

Louis opened his eyes and stared into Jerome’s hazel ones. “Whatever you want.” He slid his lips over Jerome’s, feeling the puff of air as Jerome sighed into their kiss. Jerome slipped his tongue out and Louis licked it then sucked it into his mouth.

Shivering, Jerome clung to Louis and Louis held him tight as he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into Jerome’s mouth and tangling their tongues together. Moaning, Louis slid his hands into Jerome’s curls and tugged on them, moving Jerome’s head so he could deepen the kiss more.

Jerome moaned and arched into Louis, and Louis fought back the urge to strip his mate naked and fuck him. Jerome hadn’t had sex before, so Louis needed to take his time and prepare his mate properly so there was as little pain as possible when they finally came together.

“Louis,” Jerome whispered.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You. I want you. Make me yours.”

Louis picked Jerome up and lay him on the bed. Staring down at his gorgeous mate, Louis traced his fingers over Jerome’s face, smiling when Jerome tilted his head and kissed them. Removing his hand, Louis slowly unbuttoned his shirt and let it slip from his shoulders.

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