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Chapter 25

A fter several more minutes of the sweet torture, Adler leaned over Gordon. “You’re moving a lot, sweetheart.”

Gordon bit his bottom lip, feeling guilty. “Reflex.”

He’d been doing his best to fuck himself on Adler’s fingers, seeking any tiny bit of friction he could get from his mate. But if he wants to draw this out then… Gordon shuddered.

“Really? Hmm. I’ve been thinking.” Adler brushed Gordon’s prostate, forcing him to moan into the pillow. “I’ve been thinking you want something more.”

“M-maybe,” Gordon said, though he had to concentrate. Adler was making a chore out of thinking and holding a conversation.

“Yeah. You look so pretty down here, pink and soft, but I know you look even better with my cock inside you. Fuck, Gordon, I love you so damn much.”

Gordon wanted to say it back, he felt it back, but he never got the chance. Adler pounced, stopped the delicious torture he’d been administering, and instead lay on top of Gordon, his body hot and heavy, his cock brushing over Gordon’s entrance and making him quiver.

“Aah!”

“Too fast? Gordon, too fast?”

Adler stopped, froze almost fully, though he feathered soft kisses over Gordon’s shoulder.

“No. But I love you too. You have to let me say it back.”

Adler nuzzled Gordon’s neck. “That’s okay. I know. You’re my mate, sweetheart, and I know. Can I keep going? Please?”

Adler placed his left hand over Gordon’s, interwove their fingers. It’s not just good because he still has the full moon in his blood, it’s good because he has my absolute trust and my love. He’s my wolf.

“Yeah. Keep going. I love you. Keep going.”

“You sound all fuzzy. That’s okay. I’ll take care of you after. I know you like that. I like it too. You’re all open, but you’re still tight, sweetheart, so keep still.”

It didn’t take much. All Adler had to do was lift his hips. Gordon was so well-stretched that Adler’s cock slid right into him. Adler hadn’t used extra lube, but it was fine. It would have been fine taking him dry. He’s so big, but I wouldn’t have minded. He’s gentle even when he’s rough.

Gordon wanted to tell Adler how good it felt, but he couldn’t speak. It was too much, the overwhelming sensation of Adler inside of him, moving slowly, their bodies close and Gordon’s colder skin heating under the weight that was Adler.

Adler had done this to Gordon before, had gotten him to this place where the orgasm just came, inevitable as breath, and rushing out of him with similar force. Gordon managed only the lowest of whimpers when pleasure overtook him. He was shaking with wave after wave of feverish ecstasy, but Adler weighed him down, steadied him.

Then Adler was pumping his hips even harder, and even as Gordon still felt the echoes thrumming through his body, Adler came, his hurried breathing all Gordon could hear.

There was a moment in between all of the boiling pleasure, the way they moved against each other and with each other, that Gordon let go of himself. For just a few seconds, he was more than he had ever been, no longer constrained by the borders of his own skin. For that window of time, he was a part of Adler, and Adler was a part of him. There was nothing between them, no secrets or feelings hidden behind a protective ruse. It was like falling.

No, I’m flying. Adler’s strength has turned into my wings.

The feeling ebbed away, leaving a bubbly aftertaste in Gordon’s mind. He turned, eager to see his werewolf.

Adler met his eye before he commenced to lick and kiss the mate bite, brush Gordon’s hair out of his face, and give him a smack on the cheek.

“That was so good. And look at you, sweetheart. You’re the dictionary definition of boneless. I like it.”

Adler clearly didn’t have that problem. He moved until he had his arms under Gordon, then turned them both in such a way that he didn’t have to pull out. Gordon wasn’t sure what to make of that, but he couldn’t be bothered to truly examine Adler’s afterglow needs. All Gordon wanted was being held, cradled against Adler’s chest, his head under Adler’s chin. Yes, a nap in this exact position was the only reason to wake before noon.

Gordon was warm and cozy, but then Adler stirred, moved his hips, and pulled out. It induced a strange kind of loss, a loss Gordon was already looking forward to filling again.

Adler kissed Gordon on the cheek. “You can go back to sleep, sweetheart. I should feed the hungry wolf child and myself though.”

Gordon surprised himself by saying, “I think I’ll get up as well, but you can shower first.”

Adler put the sheets back over Gordon. “Normally, I’d shower with you, but I really am hungry.”

“Normally I’d insist on joining you, but I know you’re hungry. That’s why you get the first shower.”

“My mate. You’re good to me.”

This time, Gordon managed to turn his head and catch Adler’s lips. He luxuriated in the kiss, and that intimacy that still clung between them.

Adler, probably half-starved after the shift and the sex, broke the kiss first and headed toward the bathroom in his naked glory. Halfway there, he looked over his shoulder.

“Should I be worried? That you are willingly getting up before noon?”

Gordon adjusted his pillow for maximum comfort, then let his eyes fall shut again. “No. And I’m not making this a habit or anything. Never mind what Corinne thinks.”

Adler took a step back toward the bed. “What’s Corinne thinking?”

Gordon groaned. “Stop being nosy. Or jealous. Whichever, just stop. Focus on getting some carbs in your system.”

Adler crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared at the floor. “Fine. But for the record, I was just curious.”

“Never saw a werewolf who was just curious, but whatever you say, detective.”

“You’re a snarky, pretty, pixie-haired hottie after I make love to you in the mornings, and I am not sure I like it.”

“Hmm. Not my problem.”

“Well, it’s not like it’ll make me stop making love to you in the mornings.”

“Hmmm.”

Adler turned back toward the bathroom when a knock at the door made him freeze. It was not the kind of knock—neither in determination nor intensity—that Gordon thought a little werewolf was capable of, but he hadn’t heard the front door, hadn’t heard anything.

And yet, that wasn’t Mil outside their bedroom door.

Shit, shit, shit, who is this?