Page 40 of Lost Mate

It was good that some of Dylan’s memories seemed to be returning. It proved that they were there and not destroyed by whatever trauma had happened to him

The wolf continued to pace, and Ross wasn’t sure what to do with him. He understood some of Dylan’s restlessness. They were in limbo until the Wild Creek pack doctor arrived, not able to start the road trip until they got the all-clear.

He sent a message to the whole pack, querying the idea of a run on the night of the full moon, including the older wolves. The response was immediate. Even Milo replied within a few minutes. Joe said the humans would follow in the ATVs so it was the whole pack, and Cal suggested a dinner at the ranch so Dylan could get to know his new packmates.

Ross hesitated. He wasn’t sure Dylan would like that, but then agreed. He desperately wanted his mate to become part of Sapphire Ranch. His phone beeped.

I’ll keep Eli under control.

That was from Niles.

Ross burst out laughing because Milo’s message, a moment later, was almost identical. His wolf turned to look at him, clearly curious about what had made him laugh.

Planning pack run. They all promise to keep Eli under control.

Dylan bared his fangs and Ross laughed even harder. Humans had no chance with their wolfy mates.

The wolf slunk over to him and nudged his hand with his muzzle.

Ross kneeled in front of him and pet him, scratching behind Dylan’s ears. Dylan closed his eyes in ecstasy.

So good. Dylan almost purred.

Ross agreed. It was a connection he didn’t expect to have with his mate. As Ross stood, the towel around his waist loosened and dropped to the ground. He stood naked as the day he was born in the yard.

Even better.

Ross swore Dylan just sent him the wolfy equivalent of a leer. He prayed that the Cavalry hadn’t set up the security cameras yet because they really didn’t need to see what he was about to do next.

He stared down at his mate. “Are you gonna leave me to be the only naked one?”

“You want to watch me shift?”

“I do.” Ross wanted to see all sides of his mate.

Dylan’s shift from wolf to human was fluidly graceful. Ross bent and helped Dylan to his feet. Dylan swayed a little and Ross held onto his biceps while he regained his human legs.

“Better,” Dylan muttered. “Take me into the bedroom and make good your promise in the bathroom.”

“I can do that.”

He led Dylan inside and shut the door, then bent to give his mate a kiss. This time he didn’t have any intension of keeping it chaste. They were skin to skin, their cocks hardening as they rubbed against each other.

Ross sighed into Dylan’s mouth. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

“And you’re my beacon, my light. I searched for you in the darkness, not knowing what I was looking for.”

“And you found me.”

“Yes, I did.”

And for the first time, Dylan sounded very sure about that.

Chapter Twelve

The sound of Ross’s phone interrupted a weird dream of him surrounded by baby wolves and wolfy Dylan wearing an apron with Little Red Riding Hood on it, insisting the pups were his and he needed to step up and be a daddy.

The phone stopped and started again. To his relief Ross realized the pups were just a dream. He fumbled for his phone on the nightstand although Dylan was plastered to his front, so it wasn’t an easy thing to do. He’d discovered his mate was a first class snuggler and didn’t believe in personal space in bed. As Ross preferred to spread out in bed, it was taking some adjustment.

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