Page 25 of The Return
I took the cloth from him and ran it over his chest, loving how he sucked in a breath. I snuck a peek down south and noticed his cock was puffing up. The thought of slamming him against the wall and taking him hard—mostly my wolf’s thoughts, but there might have been a few of my own in there—rode me, but I needed to give Corey time to learn about me. About his place in my life and my world.
Didn’t mean I wasn’t going to have a bit of fun with him.
“Jonas,” he whispered, barely audible over the pounding spray. He sagged against me, and I gladly accepted his weight.
“I know you might not believe this, given the circumstances, but I swear to you, you’re mine, Core. Everything about you belongs to me.” I reached up and touched his hair. “Mine.” I slid my fingers down his ears. “Mine.” His face. “Mine.” I glided my hand down his throat, delighted when he tilted his head for me. “Mine.” Every part of him I touched, I claimed as my own. When I brushed my fingers over his ass, he whimpered. “This? It’s mine too.” Then I reached around and grabbed his engorged cock. “Also mine.”
He keened, and without warning, I found myself the recipient of his load over my legs and feet.
Fuck, that was hot.
“I’m sorry!” he cried out. “I’m so—”
I grabbed his neck and leaned down to mash our mouths together. When I demanded entrance, he opened for me. I swept my tongue inside, and growled. His taste was more of that sense of home. He grasped me, clutching me tight. It was surprising to find his erection hadn’t wilted after his orgasm, but when I touched it, he shuddered and drew away.
“Don’t,” he whimpered. “Too sensitive.”
One day I was determined to put that to the test.
“Never apologize for your body’s reaction to me,” I told him. “I explained it was mine, so there’s nothing to be sorry for. To go on record, that was amazing.”
He reached down, and slid slender fingers around my straining shaft. For the first time in my life, a hand that wasn’t mine was touching me, and it was glorious. He started to slide to his knees, and my wolf went nuts. It wanted our shaft in our mate’s mouth, in his ass.
I reached down, slid my fingers under his pits, and pulled him up. “No, Core. Don’t.” It would have been a lot more believable if my voice hadn’t gone up an octave.
“Why? You don’t want me to...?” His voice had a tremor of hurt to it.
“You have no idea how badly I want you to,” I replied. “But there’s been six years since we’ve been together, and I want us to find that zone where we finished each other’s thoughts, where we could snuggle in bed, and where….” My voice cracked. “Where you know everything about me.”
He peered up at me. “I thought you’d want this,” he muttered.
“Oh, God. I do! But as much as I want sex—and I want that a lot—I want my mate to not have lingering doubts about me, my family, or most importantly, his place in my world. I need for him to know what he’s getting into. This isn’t an easy life, not even for a born wolf. There are demands on my time that might keep me in the office until late at night. I could get a summons and have to go running at any moment. I am the Alpha, the leader, of this group, and when needed, I must answer that call.” I turned off the water and reached out for the towel hanging over the sink. I wrapped him in it, caressing his skin as I dried him. “Unless you want us to leave. Then I could devote my time exclusively to you.”
“Being with you every moment of every day?” He snorted. “Pass.”
I clutched the front of my throat and mock gasped. “Well!”
He chuckled. “My job might not be as important as yours, but to me it’s fulfilling. I built a business, and while the wolves might come because they support pack, I am still going to give them my all to ensure they’re happy.”
I grinned at him. “I wish you could hear yourself like I do. An Alpha’s mate cares for the pack. They ensure they’re clothed and fed, that the children have access to an education, and that they’re overall happy. Without even knowing this, you’re doing the job exactly.”
“I like taking care of people,” he told me. “I find it fulfilling in so many ways.”
“Then you, love of my life, are the perfect mate for me and the perfect Alpha Mate for our pack. People will come to you with problems. They’ll reach out to you for help, for comfort, for… well, a lot of things. Do you think you can deal with that?” I grabbed him by the waist and hefted him over my shoulder. His indignant squawk was hilarious. He kept smacking my back as I carried him through the house and into the bedroom, where I lay him down as though he was something precious. Which he was.
“Yeah, I can deal with it.”
“Awesome.” I kissed him, and he wrapped his arms around my neck, holding me in place. I broke the kiss, despite his whine, and reminded him we had a shop to open.
“Shit. Can’t I close it today?”
“If you want.”
He huffed out a breath. “No. If people don’t get their caffeine and choux buns, they might try to hunt me down.”
“I won’t ever let them get to you,” I promised.
His eyes glittered in the dim light. “Have I mentioned how happy I am you’re back?”
