Page 10 of With the Stars

“What if I want you to?” Peter groaned and moved his hands from Minho’s thighs to his hips, thrusting up when Minho dropped down. “What if I want it?”

Groaning, Minho licked Peter’s neck again. His throat ached, his eyes itched, and he squeezed his eyes shut, hiding his emotions. One of Peter’s hands slid up in back and the fingers curled into his hair. “You’ve waited so long. Make me yours. Don’t wait another day.”

“Peter…” Minho choked and swallowed, scraping his fangs over Peter’s pulsing vein. Peter thrust up, hard and fast, and Minho blinked, his tears sliding free. He bit, his teeth slicing Peter’s skin, his blood coating his tongue, and he felt it. Their bond, snapping into place, tying them together, and Minho lost all control. Crying out, his body shaking, his mind going blank, his orgasm destroying his senses, washing him away.

When he opened his eyes, he licked Peter’s throat and buried his head in the pillow, hiding his tears. Peter ran his hands over Minho’s back, then tugged on his hair. “Look at me.”

Minho shook his head and gave a muffled ‘no.’

Peter tugged again, and reluctantly he lifted his head, but couldn’t look into Peter’s eyes. Peter wiped the tears from his cheek, then kissed him. “I can feel you.”

Nodding, Minho sniffed and carefully moved off Peter to curl into his side. Peter rolled onto his so they faced each other. His fingers moved through Minho’s hair and Minho turned his head, nuzzling Peter’s palm. “You know I really like your chest hair.”

Peter choked then laughed. “You don’t have any.”

“And yours is thick. I can run my fingers through it. I like the salt and pepper look.”

“Feeling better?”

“Ugh. Can’t believe I did that.”

“You’ve waited all these years. It had to be overwhelming for you.” Peter rolled onto his back and pulled Minho, urging him to lay his head on Peter’s chest. Running his hands through his hair, Peter murmured, “I could feel them. All jumbled up. Happiness, love, amazement. I could barely tell them apart, they were so strong.”

Minho couldn’t respond. Those same emotions were rising up, choking him, making him shudder. Tears spilled, and he didn’t stop them. He knew Peter would take care of him, and he did. Hewrapped his arms around Minho and held him tight, murmuring soft words that made Minho smile through his tears.

When he felt more in control, he lifted his head and kissed Peter. He tapped the side of his head.Can you hear me?

Peter blinked, his eyes widening. “Can you hear me?”

Minho grinned and pecked Peter’s lips. “We can talk to each other like this. It’ll take some getting used to at first, but whenever one of us is working, we can talk like this.”

“I can do it too?”

Nodding, Minho explained how. The furrowed brow on Peter had him smiling. “Really. You can do it.”

“I think of you and talk to you. In my head.”

Throwinghis head back, Minho laughed, happiness flooding through his body.Yes. Try it.

“Hmm.”Minho?

“Yes?”

“Holy shit, I did it.” They both laughed and Minho grabbed Peter’s face, kissing him. “That’s…wow. Just wow.”

“Great, huh? We can talk like this all the time.”

Peter side-eyed him then smirked.So if I’m at work and want some fun you can come over?

Minho’s lips parted, his eyelids lowering. Licking Peter’s lips, he bit one as he answered Peter.Make sure there is no sunlight and I’ll come over whenever you want.

Peter arched up and Minho felt his arousal.I can’t believe I’m hard again. That hasn’t happened in a long time.

We’re mated now.“How is your head? Some mates have said it hurt to talk this way at first.”

“There’s a little niggle of pain, but nothing serious. Will I always have it when we talk this way?”

“No. It eases with time and practice, or so I’ve been told.”

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