Chapter 9

Nine

Symon carried Adrian to bed, trying not to worry.

He was, though. He was worried about Adrian, who was too quiet, so subdued. He was worried about Quin, who hadn’t checked in yet, and it was pretty damn late.

And he was worried about what the next move would be. He had people searching for Carl and all his accomplices, but this seemed too…coordinated. Too big.

Adrian felt the same way.

This was about the business, possibly the pack. And he hated that Adrian had been dragged into this mess because of him.

But he wasn’t willing to let Adrian go.

It wasn’t an option, honestly. He needed his mate.

Dammit.

He laid Adrian on the mattress, smiling when his lover stirred, eyes opening. “Is it bedtime?”

“It is.”

“I’m sorry. It’s been a terrible day. I’m glad you were here.”

“Me too. I’m so sorry you had to go through all this.” He started tugging at Adrian’s clothes, willing to just tuck him into bed, or to give more.

“Yeah.” Adrian began to unbutton Symon’s shirt as well, fingers hunting his skin.

Ah, so someone wanted comfort.

Good. So did he.

He stripped Adrian down gently, sliding his hands over all that lovely smooth flesh, searching out sensitive spots.

“I feel like I’m shaking apart, Symon,” Adrian whispered.

“I want to help.” He bent to kiss that sweet mouth nice and hard, pressing in with his tongue.

Adrian sobbed and opened up, letting him in deep. Please.

I have you, sweet. I do. I promise. He would give Adrian everything he had.

This whole thing had proven to him that he had things he was more concerned with than business or Zen. Adrian was the important part. The most important part.

He slid a hand down to Adrian’s hip, gripping hard to pull them together.

Adrian didn’t fight him at all. They melted together, their lips fastened to one another’s. He pushed between Adrian’s legs, spreading him, taking and giving the friction they both needed.

“Mmm.” Adrian wrapped around him, holding him so close not even air could slide between them.

I’ve got you, mate. Just feel me. I have you. All of you.

I feel you. Please. More. I don’t want to think.

He understood. You don’t have to, Adrian. Just let me love you.

Love me. There was a wonder in that thought, and Adrian’s eyes glowed a bright silver.

I swear it. He left it there for now, but god, he wanted to declare himself more strongly. He wanted Adrian with him, full stop. And he wanted everyone to know it. His brothers. Their coworkers. Well, maybe not their fired brethren. Them, he wanted to be in the dark.

Or possibly in a giant blazing fire.

That was a pleasant thought too. They deserved it for what they had done to Adrian.

“Stop thinking,” Adrian groaned, hand behind his head to pull him in for another kiss, then another.

He moaned, pressing his thigh against Adrian’s cock, letting him feel the pressure.

Adrian bit out a grunt, his toes curling, and that sweet prick leaked against him, easing the way.

“So hot for me.” Was Adrian as hot inside? He dipped a finger down, sliding it in, and yes, Adrian was heated and wet and ready, squeezing down against him.

Ready to take his knot.

I need you. I’ll take anything you have to offer. Anything you want. Adrian tossed his head, lips parted and hungry.

I want inside you, sweet. I want you to feel my knot. I want to ride you until we both scream. Symon gritted his teeth, pressing another finger inside Adrian, trying to wait until he knew his mate was ready for him. That was coming soon, he could tell.

Adrian nodded for him, hissing, “Now. Now is good.”

Well, that was clear.

“Now is good,” Symon agreed. He pressed his cock to Adrian’s dripping hole, his body surging as he thrust in deep.

There was no hesitation, no resistance, just a huge heat. And he pushed hard, his knot swelling immediately in response to the firm grip of Adrian’s body.

Adrian moaned, lips parting as they shivered.

“So damn pretty, love. I could kiss you all day. Touch you like this.”

“Good. I need it. You. This.”

“I’ll help make it better. I promise.” He licked at Adrian’s lips, then kissed him again. Helping him lose himself.

Adrian smiled, the expression wondering as they made love. They rocked together, and Adrian touched his cheek, fingers hot and gentle, the caress making him lose his breath.

He growled softly, his world spinning. Gods, he could just forget everything else and love Adrian. Seriously. Everything else faded away in sight of him.

Everything else. Yours. Yours, Symon.The thought almost stopped his heart.

I want that. Adrian. Mate.There. He’d said it. Not out loud, but where it mattered. So it was real.

Those silver eyes flashed, and for a moment, they were running together, hard and fast. Under the moon. It was the headiest feeling he could ever remember, and his knot lodged deep.

Adrian held onto him, fingers digging into his shoulders. They were so close now they might as well have been one being. And soon they would both spend together.

And then I will hold you all night, he promised.

Yes. Please. I need you. Adrian clung to him, panting, body thrumming with desire and pleasure. I swore I’d never be an alpha’s, but you?—

Mine. You’re mine now, love. And I swore I would never get all wolfy…

And I can see him, your wolf.

I can see yours. They’re running together.

And they were loving each other as well. He’d never felt this, where they were both animal and man. And he wanted to feel it again, over and over. He wanted to give Adrian this all the time.

He wanted to come hard and often, feeling Adrian’s squeezing heat all around him.

Adrian clawed at his back. “Now. Please. So close.”

“Right here.” He reached for Adrian’s cock, stroking hard.

“Yes!” Adrian bowed so hard he felt like he might snap in two, and he clamped down on Symon so hard that Symon came, his knot fully engaged, throbbing and sending lightning up his spine.

Adrian blinked up at him, that silver clear and shining like the moon.

He understood the call of it now. He and his wolf felt…at home. Together.

No yoga needed.