Page 55 of Captive Mate
“Cabin up north. My dad’s an alright guy but — okay, honestly? He was a terrible pack leader. He hired Jonathan Hawthorne, just for example. And after the pack council strongly suggested he should retire early, they moved. My mom hates pack politics anyway. They’re both happier.”
Matthew’s hand crept down my abdomen, and I squirmed a little. It tickled. My cock was perking up, though, and his was showing definite interest against the small of my back.
“Ask her where she gets it. You’re obviouslynotgrown-up enough to handle your own toiletry purchases.”
I wished I’d bitten my tongue as soon as I heard those words out loud. I might as well have said,Buy better soap because I’m going to be sharing your shower and your bedroom indefinitely. And I’d insulted him, as a bonus.
But Matthew just nuzzled my ear and laughed. “Obviously not.” His hand went lower, wrapping around my growing erection. “I’d rather not talk about my parents right now.”
He stroked me, up and down, slow and even, with a squeeze right below the head thrown in for good measure. “I thought you wanted to sleep.”
“I can multitask.” He reached his other hand between our bodies and pressed his fingertips into the crack of my ass without changing the rhythm of the hand jerking me off. “See? Multitasking.”
“Mmmph,” was all I could manage, and then a longer, drawn-out moan as his fingers found their target.
“I have an even better idea,” he murmured in my ear.
And he went to his knees behind me.
I bit my lip as he parted my cheeks and started to lick. No more moaning. I’d make him think I was easy. He speared my hole with his tongue and ran his thumb over the head of my cock.
Oh, fuck, I was so easy…I moaned, and then whimpered, and then moaned again. This was so much better than simple healing magic, the swipe of his tongue and the gentle caress of his kisses. The lingering soreness made it better, added that tiny frisson of pain to the sweetness of being worshipped like this.
When I came all over his hand and the shower wall, my knees nearly buckled, and I had to slap my hands against the side of the shower to hold myself up, my head hanging down between my heaving shoulders.
Matthew stood, gathered me up, and bundled me out of the shower and into a towel. “Now we’re sleeping,” he said, and leaned down to kiss me. “I’m locking the door. And if you feel like putting some magic on it so anyone who knocks on it for the next few hours gets an electric shock or something, I won’t complain.”
I kissed him back, letting it linger. “Consider it done.” I staggered to the bedroom door, put my hand on it, and concentrated for a minute. “Just a silence ward,” I told him as I turned around. “We won’t be able to hear them knocking. And they’ll maybe get a sense of horrible impending dread when they try the doorknob.”
Matthew tossed his towel onto a chair and collapsed into bed, his eyes closed before he was even horizontal. “Works for me,” he mumbled.
He was already half asleep, his mouth falling open on a soft snore. Gods, that shouldn’t be adorable. Adorable or not, towels couldn’t be left like that. They’d get all mildewed. I wrinkled my nose, sighed, took both our towels into the bathroom like a responsible person, and then crawled into bed next to Matthew.
The bed sucked me down and I was out in seconds.
Chapter 19
Take Me Home
My mistake, it turned out, was forgetting to put silence wards on Matthew’s phone — or to just, you know, silence it.
I woke to buzzing, and then Matthew cursing, and then a heartfelt, “Fuck.” The buzzing stopped. “Yeah, Kimball. What?”
Colin, then. I’d been stretched out on my stomach, and I rolled over and peered up at Matthew. My limbs felt leaden. However long we’d slept, it hadn’t been nearly enough. He looked more or less refreshed, though. Fucking alphas.
I closed my eyes again. Fucking Matthew, fucking Colin. Fucking annoying alphas the both of them. They could deal with each other without my help, since they were apparently able to function without sleep.
Until Matthew said, “Yeah, I can ask him and have him call you back. He’s still here, yeah.”
Oh, gods. Ugh. That meant me.
My eyes popped open again. What did he mean byhe’s still here, anyway? Was that a problem or something?
And now there was no way I was going back to sleep. I rolled out of bed and headed into the bathroom to wake up.
When I came out again, Matthew was scowling down at his blank phone screen like it had told him he had fleas.
“Can I use your phone to call him back?” I didn’t have one at the moment, but I’d need to get one. I couldn’t depend on Matthew for my outside communication.
