Page 30 of Lost Mate

You have nothing to be sorry for.

I was scared.

Ross held him close. I know, baby. But you’re mine and I’ll stand by you forever.

Even if I’m a traitor?

Ross knew if he hesitated this time, it would be the end of their relationship, so he didn’t miss a heartbeat. Yes, you don’t have to ask me again. But you’re not a traitor. Whatever happened was done to you.

How do you know?

Ross took Dylan’s hand and placed it against his heart. I can feel it in here and I didn’t have to go digging to find out.

Dylan sighed and leaned against him, his face buried in the crook of Ross’s neck. They stayed like that until the water began to cool.

“Let’s get out before we freeze,” Ross said. “I’m hungry.” He laughed as Dylan’s belly grumbled its agreement.

“I hope you can cook,” Dylan said as he dried himself with a towel. “Because I’ve got no idea if I can and I don’t want to burn down the office.”

“I’m no Cal, but I can heat up a dish. He’s provided all the meals.”

“I think I must have hunted to survive, because I have no memory of shopping and cooking, and I don’t have any money.”

Ross hummed. “You’re still part of the Cavalry. Niles or Eli should be able to help you access your bank account.”

“I must live somewhere too.”

“I’ll call Eli, then we’ll eat.”

Dylan shook his head. “Later.”

Ross raised an eyebrow. “Later?”

“I want to reconnect with my mate first of all.” Dylan tugged the towels out of Ross’s hand and threw them on the floor. “Take me to bed.”

“I can do that.”

They’d have to work eventually, but being one with his mate was more important. Ross picked him up and carried Dylan into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

Ross kissed a lazy path down Dylan’s body, from his forehead, the tip of his nose, his mouth, his chin, down his sternum, taking his time, and grinning as Dylan wriggled when Ross found a ticklish place under his arms. He wasn’t in the mood to rush their loving. They needed to connect in the best way possible.

Dylan stretched and sighed, his toes curling as Ross licked across his nipples. “Do it again,” he pleaded.

Ross nuzzled each nub with his nose, then sucked lightly, his mate arching his back, needing more sensation.

“You’re driving me wild,” Dylan murmured.

I hope so. Ross intended to drive his wolf out of his ever-loving mind.

He kissed down Dylan’s belly, pausing to explore his navel, then nip and lick along his hip bones, taking his time with each one.

Dylan spread his legs wider. “I need you in me.”

Ross studied his mate splayed out on the bed, his sweat-damp hair pushed back from his face, his arms above his head, crossed at the wrists, his cock leaking against his belly. Ross was tempted to take a photo. Instead he licked a stripe up Dylan’s hard shaft, sucked lightly on the head, then licked his way down to the taut sac to suck each delicate globe in his mouth. Dylan cried out his name as Ross sucked harder, then kissed his way down the perinium to the sweet hole with a whorl of hair waiting for his attention.

Dylan cried out as Ross licked around the hole, and his hands clutched at Ross’s hair.

Let go, baby. Ross was glad he could give the order and continue to tease and torment Dylan’s hole, his tongue jabbing in, then licking around. Rinse, repeat.

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