Page 53 of Lost Mate

“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.

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