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Emmy was barefoot next to him and still wearing only the sweatpants he’d borrowed.

The breeze carried the scent of motor oil from the bikes parked around them and salt from the nearby harbour.

Rocco didn’t have a shifter’s sense of smell, but if he listened to the particles of air around him, he could also sense his mate’s now-familiar essence of wolf, spray paint, and a hint of the plants he grew in his home. Their home.

Turning to his husband, Rocco let the hunger he felt for Emmy show in his eyes as he revelled in the growing tension between them.

“I’m not waiting any longer,” Emmy warned.

“Good.”

Rocco was momentarily breathless as Emmy shoved his pants down, revealing his thick cock and lean muscles.

“Catch me if you can,” Emmy said with a grin, shifting into his wolf form and charging out the gate.

Rocco grinned in anticipation and raced to his bike. There was no way he could keep up with a wolf in full flight, but the tracing spell still on Emmy meant his mate wouldn’t escape him no matter how hard he tried.

He kept the engine silent as he accelerated out onto the street, surging forward in the direction he could sense his mate’s presence.

Emmy didn’t make it easy for him, twisting his path and cutting through properties Rocco couldn’t follow on his bike, so he continually had to backtrack or find a new route.

Everything in him focussed on the sensation of his magic on Emmy’s body that he was tracing until he could hear the sounds around his mate better than he could those surrounding him.

As he reached a side entrance to the pack’s forest and drove as far as he could through the trees, his breath came faster, anticipation tearing through him.

A low groan of need left him as he dismounted from the bike and sensed Emmy circling his position to come up on him from behind.

Hunter turned hunted. Could he be any more perfect?

Before his mate could get close, Rocco took off into the trees, using his magic to screen his passing, blocking his scent and the noise of branches breaking beneath his boots.

If he’d thought it might throw his mate for even a second, he was wrong. Emmy was racing straight toward him.

Rocco spun as he reached a clearing of soft, fragrant grasses covered in a thin layer of snow from earlier in the evening.

Power raced out from him in a rush that melted the snow and warmed the air, sending sparks of light out until they appeared surrounded by a thousand fireflies that cast a soft glow on the clearing.

His vision locked on a blur of black wolf jumping toward him, the glow of Emmy’s golden eyes even brighter than Rocco’s magic. Emmy shifted mid-air, and Rocco braced himself to catch the now-naked man in his arms.

Immediately, Emmy latched onto his neck, sucking a huge bruise before dragging his stubble across the sensitive skin.

Rocco threw his head back and cried out with pleasure, cupping the back of Emmy’s head to hold him close as his other hand gripped the flexing muscles of Emmy’s ass where he’d wrapped his legs around Rocco’s waist.

“ Mine ,” Emmy growled, gripping Rocco’s short hair and using it to tug him into a rough kiss before his still-shifted claws ripped Rocco’s shirt to shreds.

Laughing, Rocco tried to put his mate down so he could shrug out of the remains of his clothes, but Emmy refused to let go.

“You gonna mate me in the woods, puppy? That’s very traditional of you.”

Emmy finally slid down Rocco’s body, making them both groan as it dragged their cocks against each other.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Emmy growled, ignoring his teasing words as he ripped at the button of Rocco’s pants.

Wrapping his power around Emmy’s wrists, Rocco tugged his hands clear and restrained them behind his back so he could salvage the rest of his outfit while he teased his mate a little.

Emmy’s eyes never left his as he bent down to remove his boots and everything else until they were both standing naked and proud, facing each other in the winter dark.

“If we do this, it’s forever,” Emmy said.

“It’s already forever. It was never anything else,” Rocco replied.

Pivoting in place, he dropped to his knees and then his elbows, presenting himself to his mate.

Emmy’s pained groan quickly turned into a growl of frustration. “Let me go!”

Rocco grinned over his shoulder, using his power to trail stroking, teasing touches across his mate’s body.

Reaching into the pocket of his pants that he’d dropped nearby, he pulled out a packet of travel lube and squeezed it onto his fingers before reaching behind himself.

He’d angled his body so Emmy could watch every movement as he teased his rim before pushing two fingers inside himself.

Dropping his head, he moaned with pleasure as he started scissoring and stretching himself, doing his best to get himself ready for an alpha wolf-shifter cock he knew was going to be bigger than anything he’d ever taken before. Especially once it grew a knot.

A whimper of need left Emmy’s lips as he watched. Rocco turned his head to see his mate straining against the hold his magic had on his wrists, every vein in his muscular arms popping out as he bared his teeth in frustration.

“See something you want, puppy?” he gasped, adding another finger and thrusting them in and out of himself .

“I see something that’s mine,” Emmy corrected. “Let me go, Rocco. I need you so bad it hurts .”

Every cell in Rocco’s body was screaming at him to give in and let them both have what they were desperate for, but he wasn’t ready for the delicious anticipation to end yet.

There was a reason he stalked his men. He lived for the chase, the delayed gratification, and the patience required to learn everything about someone, to be able to anticipate their every move before he finally slid into their body.

Emmy frowned in question as Rocco got back to his feet and circled around him.

“Spread your legs,” Rocco ordered.

“What?”

His magic was holding Emmy in place by his wrists, so Rocco kicked Emmy’s foot out himself before dropping back down to his knees. Leaning forward, he used his hands to pull Emmy’s cheeks apart, licking a path from his balls to his hole.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Emmy groaned, leaning forward.

Smiling against the warmth of his mate’s skin, Rocco dived in, licking and kissing and sucking until Emmy was writhing in place and screaming his name to the night sky.

Grabbing more of the lube, he slid a finger in alongside his searching tongue, rubbing against the now soft and welcoming hole until he was sure he could take his mate without hurting him later.

Even he wasn’t sadistic enough to leave Emmy in his current condition much longer and he knew the only thing that was going to give him relief was the knot he couldn’t form until they bonded filling Rocco’s ass.

Reaching around Emmy’s body, he wrapped a hand around the base of the shifter’s huge cock where that knot would be, squeezing it like he could milk it into being as he kept up the assault of his tongue and fingers on Emmy’s hole.

His mate went absolutely feral at the touch, howling in ecstasy as an orgasm ripped through him and his cum shot across the clearing in spurts of white.

“Rocco, please ,” Emmy begged, voice rough with need and his cock somehow even harder despite the fact he’d just come.

“Okay, puppy,” Rocco said, using the last of the lube and Emmy’s cum to slick his cock before returning to his original position on his hands and knees. There were other ways to make sure Emmy was stretched for him, after all.

As he finally released the hold he had on Emmy’s wrists, he fully expected his mate to shove inside him fast and hard. Instead, Emmy decided to take some revenge.

“Have to taste you,” Emmy growled, running his nose up Rocco’s inner thighs and inhaling deeply as his tongue slipped out to lap at his hole.

And damn . Wolf shifter tongues were long . They were also more textured than a human’s. Rocco could feel every delicious part of it around and inside him.

“Take me, Emmy,” he gasped.

The fist Emmy had placed on the ground by Rocco’s knee was white knuckled with restraint as he continued his sensual assault. Payback was a bitch, but they were both walking the thinnest of high wires, perilously close to falling into their desires. Finally.

Rocco’s eyes rolled back in his head at his mate’s efforts.

Reaching for his power, he used it to press against Emmy’s hole.

It was just as well their previous interactions had given him the chance to master the magic he used to create a replica of his cock with solidified air, because all thoughts except his mate’s pleasure had emptied from his mind.