Chapter Thirteen

Colt frowned and turned over in bed when he heard something tinkling, reminding him of glass tapping together. Milo walked into their bedroom, carrying a large serving tray. "What's this?" he asked as he sat up.

Milo set the tray on the bed, splashes of orange juice on the white hand towel he'd lined the tray with. His mate smiled at him. "I got up an hour ago and decided to make you breakfast in bed."

Colt was deeply moved since Milo was the first person who'd ever done this for him. On the tray sat a plate filled with pancakes, sausage, and scrambled eggs, as well as two glasses of orange juice and silverware.

"I see you recreated the breakfast we made together." Colt swallowed roughly as he stared at the man he loved more than life itself.

It had been two weeks since the incidents with Eric and Hayley. Milo's drawers were filled to the brim with the new clothes Colt had ordered for him, his mother's jewelry box perched on top of his dresser, the photo album tucked in a drawer.

Colt had contacted Deputy Cannon Lowery that night and told the guy about Eric's body and how the jaguar had been abusing Milo for three years. In their world, the justice was different, especially when it came to mates.

Cannon considered the case closed.

Since the night of Hayley's attack, Milo had formed a strong friendship with Atlas, but he'd formed an even deeper bond with Colt. His mate laughed more often than he had before, his hazel eyes sparkling with happiness. Colt was still far from perfect, but he was getting better, Milo continuing to quiet the chaos that lived inside of him.

"Atlas tried to help, so I let him pour the orange juice." Milo pursed his lips. "As you can see his aim was off, but he seemed so pleased to help that I didn't say anything about the drops he spilled."

"You made his day." Colt smiled as he sat up, placing the blanket over his naked lap. He picked up the fork. "This looks incredible, shorty. I almost don't want to eat it and erase your efforts."

Milo took the fork from him. "After the mess I left in the kitchen, we're demolishing every bite." He scooped up a forkful of fluffy eggs and held it to Colt's lips. "Open wide and taste my steamy delight."

Colt burst out laughing. "I guess that's as close as we're going to get to filthy eggs." His laughter died down as his voice grew husky. "I'll taste your steamy delight anytime you hold it close to my mouth, sweetheart."

He opened, and Milo slipped the fork inside, and then Colt slid his lips over the tines, groaning at how good the eggs tasted but also to make the bite obscene.

Milo sat there with his lips parted, staring at Colt's mouth, his breathing growing shallow. "You make me want to feed you eggs all day."

"I'd rather you feed me your cock." He slid the tray to the foot of the bed, taking the fork from Milo and setting it next to the plate. Colt pulled Milo into his arms, amazed at how much he loved the guy.

He turned and placed Milo on his back as he stared into his mate's gorgeous eyes. "How about we have dessert first?"

"Our breakfast will be cold by then." But Milo made no move to get up. He curled his hands around Colt's biceps, pulling him closer until their lips met in a slow, sensual kiss that had Colt's body instantly hard. He slid Milo toward the pillows, careful not to upset the tray.

"That's what microwaves are for." Colt glided his lips over Milo's jaw, moving his hands down his mate's side. There had been massive bruising where Hayley had punched Milo, but Colt was thankful his jaw was now unblemished. His mate's entire body was flawless.

"Hang on." Milo twisted under Colt and crawled toward the nightstand, grabbing the lube.

Colt trapped his mate on all fours then lowered his pajama pants and underwear. A low growl vibrated in his throat as he parted Milo's cheeks, his puckered hole on display.

With a hunger that had nothing to do with their breakfast, Colt lapped at the tight ring of muscles, probing his tongue inside as Milo whimpered, his shoulders lowering to the bed.

Colt would never get enough of his mate even if he lived to be a thousand. He delved his tongue deeper, reveling in the taste and feel of Milo's body. Then he reared back onto his knees and pulled Milo upright, tugging the guy's shirt over his head.

The wolf on his mate's shoulder continued to steal his breath no matter how many times he saw it. Colt traced the ink with his fingers, still stunned that Milo had gotten it three weeks before they'd met. Only, the feeling of the wolf representing Colt's pain was gradually fading. Milo was his salvation, slowly healing Colt in ways he never thought possible.

They'd yet to return to their spot, and Colt still hadn't shifted for his mate. He planned to change that tonight.

Milo dropped back down, handing Colt the lube. He took it and then drizzled some of the gel onto his hand. He inched two fingers inside Milo's ass before he blanketed his mate's back, kissing and lapping at his nape and shoulders.

Milo groaned, rocking backward to impale himself over and over again. "I need more, Colt," he whined.

Pulling his fingers free, Colt lubed his cock and then rubbed the head of his shaft against Milo's entrance, teasing him. Then he gripped his mate's hips before slowly sinking inside as a strangled moan escaped his lips. Milo's body welcomed him, squeezing him tightly as Colt bottomed out. Colt stilled for a moment, savoring the feeling of being connected to his mate on such a deep level.

"Fucking heaven." He pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back in with a groan that rivaled Milo's own.

His mate met him halfway, his body moving in time with Colt's brutal pace. Every touch, every sound, every thrust was imprinted on Colt's soul. He gripped Milo's hips tighter as he drove deeper and faster.

A sheen of sweat covered their bodies, glistening in the morning light slipping between the blind slats. Colt wrapped one arm around Milo's chest and pulled him upright until they were pressed together. Thrusting upward, Colt bit down on Milo's shoulder as he felt his orgasm building deep in his gut.

Milo cried out as his hole clamped around Colt's dick seconds before Colt followed suit, filling his mate with his seed. They knelt there, Milo held up by Colt's strong arm. Colt eased his canines free and licked the wound and then said against his mate's ear, "I love you, shorty."

His mate reached back and touched Colt's cheek. "I love you, too."

The first time Milo had said those words to him a week ago, Colt's heart had filled with pure joy. He would never tire of hearing his mate say them. The feelings of worthlessness and self-loathing weren't as strong as they'd been before. Those feelings still resided inside Colt, and he wasn't sure they would ever fully go away, but Milo constantly built Colt up, making him feel like the luckiest man alive.

What had started out as a plan to find a hookup at the reception had changed Colt's life irrevocably. All it had taken was a pocket-sized human to caress his jaw and shine a beautiful light to help Colt find his way out of the darkness.

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Milo bounced in his seat next to Colt as they drove to their favorite spot later that same night. He couldn't believe he was finally going to meet Colt's wolf face-to-face. It was like a dream come true.

"You keep bouncing in your seat and I'll be getting naked for another reason, shorty." Colt eyed him as he smiled. "I know you love wolves, but is seeing mine that exciting?"

Milo stared in disbelief at his mate. "Your wolf looks exactly like the one on my shoulder. Are you freaking kidding me? It's going to be like seeing my inked wolf come to life. Hell yeah, it's exciting! It's more than exciting. I feel like I'm going to pass out from the sheer magic off it all."

Colt chuckled and shook his head. "You definitely know how to make a guy feel special."

Leaning over, Milo kissed his mate's bearded jaw. "That's because you are. You've been nothing but magical to me since the moment we met, Colt."

Was his mate blushing? Milo grinned and rested his head on Colt's shoulder, still amazed at how happy the guy made him. Not just because he'd rescued Milo from a miserable life but also because Colt was the most caring and loving man anyone could ask for.

They pulled into their spot, and Milo damn near jumped out before Colt had parked.

"Slow down, Milo." Colt grabbed his arm. "If you get out before the truck has stopped, we're turning back around and going home."

Milo gasped as he stared at his mate. "You wouldn't dare do that to me!"

"Then stop trying to give me a damn heart attack." Colt finally parked, depositing his wallet and phone in the center console before he closed it.

"What, no lube?" Milo teased.

"The night is still young."

Colt got out, and Milo bounded out of his seat. His mate looked around and then stripped naked. Milo's brain froze as he stared at the guy's gorgeous body. If Milo wasn't so wired to see his mate's wolf, he'd spread Colt out on the picnic table and ride his fat cock.

Once Colt stored his clothes in the truck and hid his keys, he led Milo into the forest. "Ready?"

"My entire life." Milo twisted his hands together as he bit his lip.

Colt arched a brow. "You're more excited to see my wolf than to see my naked body. I think I'm offended."

Milo crossed his arms. "Stop being a baby and shift already. Like you said, the night is still young. I want my wolf, Colt."

With a sparkle of mischief in his eyes, Colt kissed him. "Do I look like a baby to you?"

"Hell no, now stop torturing me. You're stalling just to build anticipation," Milo whined. "I already love you with all my heart. Now I want to get to know my wolf."

"Just stick close to my side in case we have another run-in with Yogi Bear," he said. "And remember—"

"Don't run," Milo groaned. "That will only incite the bear to chase me. You've said that to me a million times since you told me two hours ago that we were coming out here."

Colt shifted so fast that Milo yelped. How in the hell did he do that? In front of Milo, a stunning wolf stood with a regal posture, its thick fur rippling in the gentle breeze. Milo's eyes widened in awe as he took in the creature's powerful presence. The wolf's green gaze seemed to penetrate down to Milo's very soul, leaving him momentarily speechless and mesmerized by its wild beauty.

Then he squealed and threw his arms around the massive beast, burying his face in its fur. Colt's wolf form was a sight to behold. Milo couldn't believe that this creature was his mate, the other half of his soul. He tightened his hold around the wolf's neck, feeling its warmth and strength against him.

In response, it nudged its muzzle against Milo's cheek, leaving a trail of wet kisses along his skin. Milo giggled with pure joy, pulling back to peer into its eyes. The wolf's gaze softened, and Milo could feel the love and devotion radiating off of the animal.

Off of Colt. Milo could sense the deep connection between them, the bond that went beyond words. "You're everything I dreamed of! Now let's take our walk. This is a night I'll never forget."

Since he was a little boy, Milo had felt a connection to wolves. He just had no idea that one day his heart would be stolen by one. A wolf who would finally make Milo feel whole again.

THE END