12. Melting Point

Navigating around the pack house in the dark takes a bit of time.

The party is still happening towards the front of the house as we try to quietly take our leave. Ewan and I are the big heroes of the night, so we can’t allow ourselves to get drawn into the celebration again or we may not be able to get back out anytime soon.

We have other plans, like celebrating alone, just the two of us. Though I’m not quite sure where we’re heading in the dark. I think we’re going to his truck. Instead, he leads me to a back door.

He navigates through the darkened halls with ease, pulling me along after him. “Let’s go upstairs. I have a room here.”

“Do you live here full time?” I wonder.

“Yeah, for now. A subletter has my apartment until the end of the year. I moved back when the land started suffering. Lots of wolves stay here when they move out of their family home and become adults. It’s a good way to save some money and gain some independence while still strengthening ties to the pack.” He chuckles. “Though in my case, the alphas are my uncles, and the construction business I work at belongs to them and my dad. I’ve had a room here whenever I needed it since I was five.”

Ewan was the spitting image of the alpha I had the most contact with so far, both in appearance and temperament. I wonder how similar his father looks to Ewan and Rowan and who he takes after more.

“You said you were close to the alphas. You’re really close, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, they’re basically my second set of parents, which has its good and bad qualities.” He squeezes my hand as he leads me up the stairs to another floor. “That’s something you can find out for yourself at a later date.”

“I’m excited to get to know them better and meet your parents. Well, I’m excited and terrified.”

“That sounds like a healthy reaction,” he laughs.

They are a group of protective werewolves and I desperately want them to like me, so that”s a tricky combination. I also look forward to meeting his sister. I already have the feeling she’ll be my ‘toughest’ audience as a protective older sister. I figure I’ll be able to win her over by how much I adore her brother. If that fails, we can laugh about the parts we played in the saga of Ewan’s sparkly pink hammer.

There isn’t more time to consider the future when we reach our destination in the present. Ewan stops in front of a closed door, the door to his room. A startling thought occurs to me, and I speak up before we go in.

“Are you sure we don’t need another hotel room? For privacy?” We’ll have the room to ourselves, but shifter senses pick up on more than human’s do.

Ewan shrugs off the concern. “We get real used to everybody knowing everybody else’s business. They won’t care what they hear.”

”Right... that”s... that”s fine,” I add hastily. ”There’s nothing wrong with enhanced senses. Nope, that”s a natural part of being a shifter. You”re totally comfortable walking around naked after shifting and knowing shifters hear everything and I...” I really want to go into Ewan”s bedroom so I”m trying to be cool with how wolves do things.

However, I don’t have as much practice being that open.

Ewan chuckles. “Just kidding, Jack. Don’t faint on me.”

“I wasn’t going to faint!” Probably. “If I did, would you catch me?”

“Of course.” He puts a hand on the back of my neck, his touch warm and steadying. “We can figure out privacy later. Good news is we don’t need to worry about that tonight.”

Before I can ask why, shouting and cheering sounds come from the front of the house. Someone turns up the volume on the music playing and several voices sing along.

“The party is in full swing,” he confirms. “Nobody will hear anything tonight.”

Good news, though I doubt much could stop us right now. I’d be mortified later, of course, if his pack hears us enjoying each other, but right now being with him is all that matters.

Ewan’s room here has thankfully seen decorating changes since he was five. A red flannel shirt I recognize is on the bed and another is hung on the back of his desk chair. Two of many, I suspect. The room is neat and on the sparse side. There are sketches for construction projects on the desk.

I get the sense he basically uses the place to sleep and when he needs a moment alone but otherwise he likes to go be part of the pack. He probably isn’t the loudest or liveliest part, but he’s there in the heart of it all, soaking it in. I’d like to get to know that side of him better and see him in action with his pack… later. I’d like to do that later.

A few seconds is all I get to look around before he’s in my space trying to kiss the life out of me. He’s also trying to remove all my clothing and deposit us on the bed at the same time. The urgency is a compliment, that he needs me that badly. It reminds me of our first night together in the hotel room.

Unlike then, we both admitted we have feelings for each other and that we’re interested in more than a single night together, so there’s no rush. We’re both planning to do this again and again. We have time to explore this between us.

“Slow down, let’s…” ‘savor this” sounds too cheesy. “Let’s enjoy this.”

“Sounds good.” He rests his forehead against mine, taking a deep breath. “It’s just, last time we did this, you said something about needing me inside you.”

“Oh. I-I remember.” My cheeks color. Saying it in the height of passion is one thing, but this is pre-passion. Was I really that blunt before?

“So, I’m really interested in following through.” Yes, I feel his interest hardening against my thigh. “And it kinda feels like we’ve been waiting a long time to grant that request, so…”

Well, when he puts it that way. “You’re right,” I decide. “Let’s go with your plan.” We can go slow later.

We move quickly to get undressed and get on the bed, and I sigh in pleasure once we’re naked and he’s on top of me. Ewan knows exactly when to rush and when to go slow, because he isn’t quite as desperate once he starts opening me up. His hands hold me like I’m precious, and he opens me with care, always watching me and my body attentively, he knows what I need even better than me.

We are face to face when he starts sinking inside me. Ewan has one of my legs hitched up to allow him room, supporting it with his arm, though I’ll probably feel the strain if we stay in this position—we’re absolutely staying in this position, I decide a moment later. Our faces are pretty close like this and he’s looking at me with such awe. Totally worth any ache I feel tomorrow.

“God, this new look.” His fingers brush against my forehead. “Your hair is so dark,” he murmurs, running his free hand through it again.

“I know.” The natural color hasn’t fully sunk in for me either. “Every time I catch a glimpse of myself, I freak out and wonder about the dark cloud around my head and then realize it’s just my hair.”

”You don’t like it?”

”I’m not used to it.”

The conversation gives me a distraction as I adjust while he sinks inside me inch by inch. Plus, Ewan seems to enjoy this topic.

”Dark hair looks really good on you.” He’s gazing at me so fondly while filling me and the intimacy is a little intense but also incredible.

“But I thought you liked the white color?”

”Yeah, I do. You look like one of those icicles that hangs off of roofs in the winter.”

With no idea how to take that, I tell him, ”Your idea of bedroom talk needs some work.”

He laughs and we shift a bit. Ewan tilts his hips forward to be flush against me as his length rests fully inside me. I clench around him causing us both to stutter and groan. With some regret, he pulls his free hand away from my hair and steadies himself against the bed, preparing for what comes next.

Ewan only waits on me to start moving. I feel guilty about making him wait because it takes a few extra moments. How can I possibly catch my breath when he stares like that?

”Icicles are sharp, brittle things,” he says. “Somewhere between harmless and dangerous depending on the circumstances. You were like a little icicle when we met. Makes me wanna take you between my hands and warm you up.”

Okay, his dirty talk isn’t so bad after all. He sounds so sexy when he describes warming me up even though I point out the flaw in his plan. ”If I’m an icicle, then I’d melt.”

”Yeah, I’m gonna make you melt alright,” he promises, eyes searing me with the heat in them. “You”re gonna come apart in my hands.”

Nothing ever sounded better.

”Oh god, move,” I plead. “You have to move.”

He moves slowly at first, pulling out in order to push back in. I groan and grip his shoulders as he moves smoothly into a rhythm, nice and easy. Smooth rolls of his hips make pleasure spark inside me. The feeling builds little by little as he slowly winds me up like he’s an expert and he could do this all night.

”Mmm.” Little noises keep escaping my lips, I can’t hold them back. “Yes, Ewan, you’re… keep going…”

“God, you’re sexy,” he tells me. Not sure I’d ever been called that before, but it sounds like the best compliment in the world from him.

My head falls back on the pillow, and I surrender to the rhythm. I had an idea of biting him and making a few marks of my own like he did to me, but I can’t reach his neck from this position. I drag my nails across the planes of his shoulders instead.

I really hadn”t done this enough. Now I am learning all kinds of things about myself. I was sexy, apparently. And holding this position longer than I thought is not bad at all. I might have hidden flexibility I need to explore. And from the signs my body was giving me, I was getting very close to coming. Apparently, I may be one of those guys who could come untouched like this.

“You wanna come undone for me?” Ewan whispers, voice husky.

”Yes, I really do.”

Oh god, he knows exactly how to touch me, hitting just the right spot that sends shivers down my spine. I can”t help but moan in response, my grip on him tightening as I encourage him. I can”t hold back much longer.

“Oh, gonna, I need to—”

”Do it,” he commands. “Melt for me.”

I do, I melt into him. My cock jumps against my stomach and spurts, releasing without any help.

As I moan and tremble in his arms, Ewan drinks up every sound, rhythm only faltering once he melts with me as we both surrender to our release and the overwhelming pleasure that engulfs us.

With trembling limbs and ragged breaths, we collapse together onto the bed. His heavy breathing echoes my own as we both catch our breaths. My body still buzzes and tingles from my climax. I could get used to going to bed like this.

Ewan presses a kiss against my hair near my temple. “In case you were wondering, however you wanna color your hair is good with me. Bet you’d even look good with no hair.”

”No, thank you,” I manage.

”You’re still beautiful,” he continues.

”Not sexy anymore?”

“You can be sexy and beautiful, you are.”

I smile as my eyelids become heavy and fall shut.

Amazing as the release is, the best part is knowing we’re free to do this again and again and again. Tomorrow, the next night, and the night after that. With no more expiration date between us, the future is full of possibilities.