Page 7 of Fighting Fate (Monsters of London #4)

Dax

That evening, we watch TV together on the sofa. We started just sitting there, both of us wearing pairs of my boxers, since I convinced Vince to let me wash his clothes before he leaves tomorrow.

When he shivers, I pull him closer, and we end up lying on our sides, Vince’s back pressed against my front. My arm rests around his middle, and he holds my hand, fingers moving over mine.

I’m not even sure he knows he’s doing it.

My wolf prances somewhere in the back of my head. My mate. My mate is real, and he’s here, and he’s in my arms…

And I think there’s a real chance I can keep him. Not right now. Not right away. But if I’m careful and go slowly, then Vince might just thaw for me.

I want him to.

He wriggles back against me and lets out a quiet sigh. We’ve put on some sitcom, something I’ve only half-watched. It’s been a long day, for all that we got up late—we fucked again after brunch, then earlier, when I helped Vince out of his clothes.

That doesn’t stop my cock now. His arse is pressed against me, and every movement makes my breath hitch.

“You doing okay back there?” Vince says. He sounds sleepy but smug, and I laugh into his hair.

“Fine.”

“Yeah? What’s happening, then?” He waves a hand at the TV. Fuck if I know, even though I’m certain I’ve seen this episode before. I press my hand against his abs.

“How would I know?”

Vince laughs. He rolls onto his back, looking up at me. There’s none of the polished charm he had last night, but I like this side of him. He looks soft. Reachable.

I kiss him again and he hums into it, still holding on to my hand. There’s a crick in my neck from the angle, but I don’t care. I could get lost in him. It would be so easy.

Vince pulls back first. His lips linger at the corner of my mouth. “Well, I’m watching it,” he announces and turns on his side again.

I grin. I sent Patch a text earlier today, asking him to stay away. He seemed amused but fine with it. It’s not like it’s that often I have people over. Maybe he’s guessed, too. I’m not like Vince, sticking exclusively to one night only, but it’s one night more often than not.

With humans who don’t know about wolves, that’s always the case. I can’t risk them finding out our secret.

Vince lets go of my hand when I run it up and down his chest. He shifts, stretching out his torso just a little, and his breaths come quicker when I pinch one nipple, then the other.

No rush. I press my lips to the back of Vince’s neck and sweep my fingers over his ribs. He lets out a little moan in response but doesn’t look back. My cock throbs in my boxers, and he must be able to feel it.

I kiss his shoulder. My hand moves lower, dipping below the waistband of the borrowed boxers, which are too big on him anyway. Vince sighs and cants his hips, opening up for me. His cock is half-hard and hot against my palm, slowly becoming more familiar.

“Dax…” My name is hardly more than a whisper.

“Shh,” I murmur. “Let me do this.”

He’s still for a second, then relaxes all at once. “Yeah. Okay.” I kiss the back of his neck again and tighten my grip. Vince lets out quiet little mewls as I stroke him, but he’s careful to keep still. I breathe in deep, inhaling the scent of him. It’s rude to scent others to try to find out more about them, but I can’t help it when we’re this close.

I filter through what I can pick up from him without really thinking about it. He’s utterly relaxed, turned on, and there’s an edge of happiness to his scent that has me burying my face in his neck. He arches up, exposing more skin to me when I press my lips to his pulse.

“This all right?” I know it is, but it never hurts to ask.

“Yeah,” Vince says, the word almost a moan. He breathes a laugh. “I want you in me again, but I don’t think—”

He cuts himself off, face flushed. I hide my grin in his shoulder, then nip at the skin. He might be vers, but he’s been happy for me to fuck him.

Still…

“Did you want to fuck me?”

Vince goes still for one second, thinking it over, before he relaxes into my hold again. “No. I mean, yes, but keep doing that.”

I’ll let him. Tonight, maybe, before he leaves. He might still stay. I flick my thumb over the head of his cock, and he pants into the empty air of the room. His eyes are fixed on the TV, but his gaze is distant. I press my hips against Vince’s arse, and he pushes back against me.

“Fuck, I want you,” Vince moans. He turns his face away when I lean up to look at him, and I laugh before I kiss him on the cheek.

“Let’s try this.” It’s not just about not hurting him—though I’d never do that, of course. We need lube and condoms and those are in my bedroom. It feels miles away right now.

I shove Vince’s borrowed boxers down with one hand, then struggle out of my own. Vince hisses through his teeth when my cock presses against his arse. I’ve not been hard so often in one day since I was a teenager.

Vince groans when I rut against him, the head of my cock catching against his used hole. Maybe he hasn’t, either.

“Lift your leg,” I murmur.

Vince does as I ask, making an agreeable sound when I push between his thighs. He tightens around me and reaches back to grab my hip.

“Do it, Dax,” he says, voice coming out steadier than it did earlier. He trembles when I grip his cock again. “Fuck me.”

Will I ever get sick of hearing that? Maybe not. It doesn’t matter. I kiss Vince’s shoulder and rock against him, my cock thrusting in and out of the tight channel between his thighs. It becomes slicker the more I move, and I try to stroke Vince in time with each thrust.

He presses his head back against my shoulder, eyes squeezed shut. “Feels so good,” he whines. “Fuck, you’re so good at this.”

I nip his earlobe, then kiss just beneath his ear. There’s no bond between us yet, though I know he’s the one for me. Bonds take a while to form, even if the potential for it weighs heavily on me. And I would never let it begin to take hold of us without being sure that he knew…

My teeth are a little sharper when they scrape his shoulder this time and Vince sucks in a surprised breath. He lets it out all at once in a moan, his cock jerking in my hand. “Harder, Dax,” he orders. “Please.”

I tighten my grip, stroke him faster, but it’s clear that’s not what he meant. He tips his head to one side. I drag my gaze away from the elegant line of his throat. Are my eyes silver? Probably.

Instead of his throat, I bite his shoulder again, careful to keep my fangs in check. Vince bucks up into my grip, and the moan that leaves his mouth is obscene. When I lift my head, a red mark covers the bruises I’ve already left.

Even if he leaves tonight, tomorrow, he’ll be left with some reminder of me. For a little while, anyway.

Vince groans when I bite him again, careful not to move my mouth too high, and his thighs shake around me as he comes. He doesn’t cry out like he did when I fucked him, but he moans quietly, going almost limp when he’s done.

I still my hips, pressing my forehead to his nape. Vince’s hand comes up to cover mine, where I’ve wrapped one arm around his chest.

“Keep going, baby,” he says faintly.

I roll my hips. He clenches his thighs, and fuck, we should have taken this to my room, maybe, but the whole flat is going to reek of the two of us by the time Patch comes back anyway. I’ll do my best to clean up tomorrow.

I come when Vince digs his fingers into my hand. “Fuck, that’s it,” he mutters, apparently breathless at the way I’ve just spilled all over his thighs.

“Shit. We need to clean up,” I mutter.

Vince huffs a laugh. He grabs the boxers I took off and hastily wipes between his thighs, then my hand. When he’s done, he rolls onto his back and blinks up at me.

“Dax?”

“Yeah?”

For a moment, he searches my gaze. He’s thinking about leaving. I can see it. And I can—His clothes are in the washer, but I can lend him something I don’t need back. I can let him go.

I can.

Vince smiles softly and reaches up to trace his thumb over my lower lip.

“Take me to bed?”

Some tension inside of me loosens. I lean down and brush our lips together, and when I go to pull back, he tangles his hand in my hair and pulls me in for a deeper kiss.

“Yeah,” I say against his mouth. “Yeah, okay.”