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And then he would be getting married to the love of his life.

Later that night after Malek’s parents had left, and they were in bed together, Axel knelt and pulled Malek’s cock out. Opening his mouth, Axel licked across the head of his mate’s cock, moaning when Malek’s taste hit his taste buds. He wrapped his hand around the thick base of Malek’s cock, taking him deeper. He closed his eyes and moaned as his hunger built more and more.

“Dammit,” Malek cursed, throwing his head back. His hand came up and speared through Axel’s hair.

Malek moaned as his grip tightened, with his free hand Axel cupped Malek’s balls, and tugged, making him grit his teeth to hold back his orgasm.

Axel pulled off Malek’s cock and moved lower, his tongue drawing wet circles over Malek’s balls, before gently sucking one then two into his mouth,

“Fuck,” Malek groaned.

Axel met his gaze, a cheeky look in his eye. Without a word, he licked up the underside of Malek’s cock, until he took the head back into his mouth. Holding Malek’s gaze, Axel tongued his slit. Malek could feel his orgasm starting from the tips of his toes.

Axel swallowed down, taking his mate’s cock to the back of his throat. When Malek felt his orgasm coming, and he couldn’t hold it back any longer, Malek held his mate’s head in place, and Axel looked him in the eye and nodded.

With that, Malek fucked Axel’s face, until his balls drew up and his toes curled as he shot his cum into his mate's mouth, and Axel swallowed every drop.

“I love you,” Axel sighed lying on his mate's chest, “I am so glad I turned up in your forest.”

“Love you more, angel, and I bless the goddess every day that you did.”

Malek’s arms tightened around him, and Axel went to bed safe in his mate’s arms, the way he hoped he would for the rest of his life.

Twenty-Three

Malek

Malek couldn't believe how fast the four months had gone by, or how many emotions one person could go through in a five-minute span, talk about mood swings. But Malek wouldn’t change a second of it—except maybe the part about him being kicked out of their operating suite as his baby was being born.

Malek paced back and forth outside the suite where his papa was currently cutting his mate open. He knew this was happening, because he could smell Axel’s blood, and it was a battle between him and his wolf not to barge in there growling.

He had a feeling his dad wouldn’t take kindly to him growling at his papa, although he also had a feeling his dad would understand if he did.

All his brothers except Marcellus were seated outside the operating suite. Marcellus was an army medic in a former life, as he called it, so he was helping their papa out with the birth.

“Won’t you take a seat, son? He’s in the best of hands,” His dad said, “You know your papa would never let anything happen to your mate.”

Malek sighed, “I know, but my wolf isn’t listening.”

His dad nodded, “I remember those days, never changes no matter how many times you go through it.”

“So why do you keep suggesting I sit?”

“Well, seems like the thing to say, besides my father said it to me when you were born. How I wish he was here to see this day.”

That halted Malek’s pacing, and he smiled. His grandfather had died younger than he should have. Shifters could withstand a lot, but they couldn’t survive a plane crash.

On his way to visit family in the US, before planes were as reliable as they were now, Malek’s grandparents hadn’t made it.

Back then Malek hadn’t understood what his parents meant when they said it was a good thing they’d been travelling together, his two grandads. He’d thought it cruel that they’d both had to die. But now he got it, because if anything happened to Axel, Malek would follow right behind his mate. From the day they met, Malek knew, that he would never be strong enough to survive a world that didn’t have Axel in it.

“Did you give him the ring?” Malachi asked.

Malek knew his brother was just trying to distract him, and he let him.

“Not yet. Been carrying it around for weeks waiting for the right time. I already feel married to him you know, but I still want to make it legal, and binding.”

“Your papa and I felt that way, even though we’d been mated for over a century. When we could tell the world, the human world, this is my person too, we did.”