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Ira relaxed, smiling easily. “I know. And stop calling me tiny.”

“Do you prefer small? Minuscule? Petite?”

Ira snorted. “No.”

Wolf chuckled. “Well, I need something to call you.”

“It doesn’t have to be anything about my perfectlyaveragesize.”

He bit back a grin. “All right. Then how about… seidhr?”

“Seidhr?” Ira asked, looking up at him in confusion.

“Mm. In Old Norse, it was a type of old magic that involved telling the future. Prophet, seidhr.” He weighed his hands from side to side, as though measuring the difference between them.

“Oh, that’s… not bad,” Ira said sheepishly.

Wolf’s fingers scratched through the scruff on Ira’s jaw. “Good. Kiss me again, and then we’ll go.”

He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of Ira’s taste, or the way Ira arched up against him as though starved for his touch. A demon could get drunk off this sort of surrender.

With a regretful groan, he pulled away. “Come on. We really need to talk to the others before I take you home to pass out.”

Ira’s shoulders slumped at the prospect of sleep, his gaze going distant and dreamy.

“Maybe feed you one more time before I let you sleep,” Wolf said thoughtfully as he followed Ira out into the hall. One slice of pizza earlier probably wasn’t enough.

“I’ve been awake for almost twenty-four hours now, too. We’ll see what’s more urgent after we’re done talking to the others,” Ira suggested.

“Good point. You humans are so high maintenance.”

Ira laughed, and Wolf mentally patted himself on the back for a job well done.

“So, we’re happy in the future?” he asked as he pressed the button to call the elevator.

Ira cleared his throat, ducking his head bashfully. “We are, yeah. As far as I’ve seen, anyway.”

“I look forward to living it, then.” He stroked his hand back and forth across the curve of Ira’s shoulder. “What kinds of things do you normally see?”

“I can’t tell you that,” Ira declared as they stepped into the elevator. He pushed the button for the ground floor, dutifully avoiding Wolf’s gaze.

“Oh, now I’mveryinterested,” Wolf rumbled as the doors closed. He reeled Ira against him, and Ira gripped his waist for balance, rocking into him as the cabin started moving.

“I already told you, didn’t I?” Ira hedged.

“Mm, no. You told me we’re happy, and you told me we share meals together. But you also said you onlysometimessee those domestic things. What else do you see?”

Ira licked his lips, his soulful gaze falling from Wolf’s eyes to his lips. His voice was soft, enticing Wolf to lean in to hear him better. “You and me, moving together. In bed. Against the wall. Sometimes naked, sometimes with half our clothes on like we couldn’t keep our hands off each other long enough to finish undressing. I’ve seenyou on your knees for me. I’ve seen you holding me down, guiding me through things I’ve never—” He stopped suddenly, his throat bobbing.

They were both breathing hard. The urge to drag their bodies together and rut against the hardness pressing against his hip was almost overwhelming. He wanted nothing more than to take Ira home and show himeverything. Goddamn their stupid responsibilities.

Wolf cleared his throat. “Just out of curiosity, have you ever had a vision that didn’t come to pass?”

His mouth twitching, Ira said, “No.”

The elevator doors opened. “Good.” He snagged Ira’s hand and led him from the cabin. “Let’s get this over with so we can go get started on those then, shall we?”

Chapter 5

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