Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen

M oonlight highlighted the angles of Dylan's face, and his beauty took Ross's breath away. They were naked in bed, needing time together to push away the stresses of the day. Ross had never understood how much he needed skin contact before he met Dylan.

"You have Slavic features," Ross murmured, tracing Dylan's cheekbones. "I wonder if your pack originated from Scandinavia, especially with a surname like Anderson. Although I guess you can't send your DNA off to be genetically tested."

Dylan chuckled wryly. "We might freak out the nice people at the testing labs. Human and shifter DNA is very different."

"Has it ever happened?"

"I don't know." Dylan tapped his head. "But I feel shifters know how to handle unexpected exposure."

"I guess so," Ross agreed.

"Did I tell you Eli asked Peter to hunt for my pack? Humans contacting them might freak them out."

Ross hummed in agreement, smoothing along Dylan's sleek brows. "Peter is proving to be very useful to the pack."

"He's a good wolf," Dylan agreed. "But now I want to talk about something other than the pack." He rolled over to lay on his belly, his head buried in his arms. "Your hands feel good," he mumbled. "Need them all over me."

"I could do this forever," Ross admitted, then pressed a kiss between Dylan's shoulder blades.

"It works for me." Dylan sighed as he stretched, then put his head down again.

Light from the almost-full moon glimmered over the curves and planes of Dylan's shoulders, back and ass, and Ross followed the light with his hand, feeling the path of his spine and the taut muscle of his ass.

The full moon pack run was planned for the next day, and then Ross and Dylan would start their hunt for the missing shifters. Ross couldn't help feeling nervous about the assignment. He was used to being part of a big team, not flung out to fend for himself. He admired his mate even more for being undercover all those years. How did Dylan cope by himself?

Ross caressed a long sweep down Dylan's back. Dylan had been very quiet since meeting the doc. Ross wanted to take him back to bed, put the covers over their heads and hold Dylan to his heart so his mate could talk out his concerns. But Dylan hadn't wanted to talk. He just wanted to be held and touched and Ross wasn't willing to push his boundaries. The whole day had unsettled them both. Ross had to admit he was still quietly seething about the way the doc had caressed his mate. He heard a gentle chuckle in his head.

"You need to get over that."

"I'm never going to get over other wolves touching you," Ross growled.

Dylan rolled over to look into his eyes and Ross found himself drowning in the dark depths. Then Dylan cupped Ross's cheek, and Ross leaned into the touch.

"You're my mate. Once wolves find their fated mate, there is no one else. You could look like Brad Pitt or Danny DeVito and there would still be no other man in my life. Our Gods don't get it wrong, Ross. They know our hearts."

A thought occurred to Ross, and he hoped he wasn't offending some wolf god somewhere. "What if they gave you a woman as a fated mate?"

Dylan shrugged. "The Gods know what my heart and body desired. They wouldn't give me a female. It wouldn't be fair on either of us, and I'd hate that. I'm not bisexual and I couldn't be attracted to her."

"You seem so sure." Ross had to admit to himself he was less sure now he had a mate than he had been while he waited for Dylan to appear.

"I am a wolf. I trusted my Gods to give me the man of my heart and they led me to him." Dylan's voice turned husky. "My beacon in the darkness."

"You're my wolf, my heart. I'm so lucky." Ross wrapped a hand around Dylan's neck and pulled him down for a kiss. They hadn't mentioned the L word yet, but he had a feeling it wouldn't take long before one of them took the first step.

He'd intended it to be a gentle kiss to assure Dylan he felt the same as him, but it turned more heated. Dylan groaned into his mouth and sprawled on top of him. Ross enfolded his mate in his arms and deepened the kiss, their tongues dancing a slow sensual rhythm against each other. He cupped Dylan's butt, pulling him closer against him, feeling like he wanted to mold with Dylan, mouth, dick, body and soul. The passion and desire he felt overwhelmed him and if he were being honest, confused him too. He had never felt like that for any man before.

My mate. Dylan's sigh was long and satisfied.

Mine. And if there was still a growl in Ross's voice, Dylan didn't seem to mind.

Feeling breathless from the weight of his wolf atop him, Ross rolled them again, taking them both to their sides. Dylan pushed a thigh between Ross's and wriggled closer. Their hard dicks pressed against each other, yet Ross didn't feel like taking things to the next level yet. He wanted to be in Dylan's arms, calm and peaceful for a while.

Not for long, Dylan said. I want you buried to the balls inside me, filling me with your cum.

Ross groaned. "Don't say that or I'll shoot my load before my dick's gotten near your ass."

That made Dylan groan too and for a few minutes, their hug turned into more of a wrestle, rolling over the bed from one end to the next and back again, laughing and breathless. Skin-to-skin naked wrestling fired Ross's need to get on with Dylan's suggestion. He had a momentary thought of Dylan's skin oiled and glistening like the men in Turkish oil wrestling.

Baby, you can oil me any time. Dylan didn't try to hide his amusement. You might need to shave me first. The hair will get in the way.

"I'm not touching a hair on your body. You're perfect as you are."

Ross meant it. He loved the fur-like quality of Dylan's body. It made him feel closer to his wolf.

There was silence for a long moment before Dylan said, "Do you mean that?"

"Mean what?" Ross was confused.

"You like the connection to my wolf."

From the intent way Dylan stared at him, Ross had the feeling the answer was very important to his mate.

"Of course the connection is important. I'm not just mated to your human side."

For the first time, Ross carefully reached out to the wolf in their link. He'd been aware of Dylan's wolf from the beginning, but the wolf usually sat quiet, almost sleeping, unless Dylan was angry or agitated, or when he shifted. But Ross wanted the wolf to know he was an integral part of their relationship. The wolf leaned forward and let Ross touch him, tentatively at first, then with growing confidence. The wolf's fur was soft under his fingertips, softer than Dylan's hair.

Dylan gave a slight chuckle. "We were in the middle of getting busy and now you want to connect with my wolf?"

We three are under a nearly full moon, connected and naked together in a way that makes total sense.

Ross didn't know where this came from, but he meant it. It was right to connect as a three just for this moment. He only regretted it was a three, not a four.

One day, the wolf said to him, you and your pack will embrace us to become true wolves.

Ross stared at the wolf. The wolf stared back. Did the wolf understand what it was saying?

One day , Ross agreed.

But not today. Now my mate needs to focus on me.

Dylan drew Ross out of the link and back to the two of them. Ross blinked and found himself looking down at his mate. He took a deep breath and went to speak, but Dylan put a finger over his lips.

"Now you're going to fuck me. We can talk about the rest later."

Ross kissed his fingertip and reached over for the lube on the nightstand. Then he sat back on his haunches and looked down at the dark cleft between Dylan's ass cheeks.

"I can do that," he said, and if he sounded awed and breathless, only Dylan and a now sleeping wolf understood why.

He shoved a pillow under Dylan's hips and prepared him with the same teasing tenderness he had before, twisting his fingers, brushing Dylan's sweet spot, until the man virtually humped the bed trying to push Ross's fingers further into him.

"Please, please, please," Dylan pleaded.

"Begging is a good look on you," Ross teased, pulling his fingers until they were almost out, and Dylan cursed his name. "That's not nice, baby." Then he shoved his fingers in again and a look of bliss crossed his mate's face.

Dylan reached up for him. "Need you."

"You have me."

"Need you inside me," Dylan growled.

Ross didn't tease his mate anymore. He slicked up his shaft, leaned over Dylan and kissed the tip of his dick to Dylan's hole. "Need to be inside you too."

He pressed in with one smooth movement until he was buried balls to tip. Dylan let out a long breath and his eyes slowly closed, his lashes fanning over his cheeks.

Ross pulled back and thrust in again. He knew they were both too close to the edge to last long, but he made them both wait until Dylan was begging and cursing again before he tugged Dylan's cock two, three times and Dylan arched up, spraying between Ross's fingers. He coaxed Dylan through his climax before he let himself go, burying deep in Dylan's body and pouring out what felt like his heart and soul into his mate.

Once more Dylan encouraged Ross to stay where he was, sprawled over Dylan, still buried deep in his body. Ross was too hot, too sweaty, covered in cum, and uncomfortable, but he didn't care. He was with his mate and it was all that mattered.

"The bed is wrecked," Dylan murmured in his ear a few moments later.

"I know." Ross stayed where he was.

"We both need showers."

"I know."

He didn't move. They'd work out a way to unglue themselves tomorrow, he was sure of it.