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“I—hello, Fen. I need?—”

So very badly.

“Shhh.” Fen hauled him up against that wide chest, and then Fen’s mouth came down on top of his, lips warm and firm and so good. It felt like heaven, and something that was dangling inside him clicked back into place.

He groaned, his fingers tangling in Fen’s long hair as he held on tight.

The kiss made his blood heat and his cock rise, and Rory moaned, then broke for air, stroking Fen’s cheek. “Are you healed enough to?—”

“Just don’t make me do push-ups,” Fen said with a slow grin.

“No way. You can lie back and let me do the work.” He started dancing Fen back toward the big couch. He would let Fen stretch out, and then he would start at his head and work down with hands and mouth.

He wanted to touch and taste every bit of Fen’s body, and it was deep need.

Deep.

But being pressed against Fen like he was made the itch stop, and it made the pain in his chest ease.

He pushed gently on Fen’s uninjured shoulder, letting him fall back on the couch. Then he started tugging at the soft clothes Fen wore.

“Are you comfortable?” He thought it was only fair to ask.

“I am, love. Never fear that.” Fen curled up to let him tug off the shirt, then lifted up to let Rory take off his pants. Then he put a hand on Rory’s chest when Rory would have come down on top of him. “I want to see you too.”

“Oh.” Rory blinked, then smiled. “Sure. I got caught up.” He wasn’t ashamed of his body, though he wasn’t stunning like Fen. But he worked hard, and that gave him lean muscles and a flat belly…

He yanked off his shirt, then wiggled out of his pants, his dick springing up like a jack-in-the-box.

“Look at you, sweet.” Fen stroked his shoulder, then his chest, fingers tweaking one of his nipples. “So pretty. And you smell so good.”

“You—I don’t hurt anymore.”

“Good. Neither do I.”

Rory had to chuckle. That seemed to make perfect sense to his wolf. “All right then. Let’s make each other fly.”

“Mmmm. Yes. Please.” Fen winked up at him, those bright blue eyes twinkling for him. Fen bracketed his hips with thosebig hands, pulling him up so Fen’s big cock rubbed against his belly.

His mouth went dry, and he glanced down, noting how much…bigger Fen was than him. Which wasn’t humiliating like it might have been. It was more…amazing.

Wonderful.

He rocked, his hips rolling, his breath already coming fast. “You’re sure I’m not hurting you?”

Fen reached up and across to touch his shoulder with his opposite hand. “Look, sweet. I’m already healing. I just needed to rest and eat, two things I did little of before I met you.”

“And then you got shot.”

“And then I got shot,” Fen agreed. “Kiss me, Rory.”

Rory nodded, bending to press his mouth to Fen’s again. He jumped when Fen’s tongue touched his, and his ass clenched, need shooting through him.

“I can smell you, love. So hot and musky. So perfect.”

“I—We can’t be mates, Fen. You know that, right?”

A little smile played about Fen’s mouth. “No?”