Page 44 of Wolf Reborn

Miles woke up,still lying on top of the blanket.

Was it always this cold outside the blanket, or had the heat been turned off? Usually lying under the blankets with Gavin snuggled against him was plenty to keep him warm.

Gavin already was snuggled against him.

He turned and glanced over his shoulder to find Gavin exactly where he’d been when they fell asleep.

Gavin. His alpha. His boyfriend. He looked like a goddamned angel lying there, eyes darting around beneath closed lids, deeply sleeping. His golden-brown lashes were long and a shade darker than the hair on his head, and Miles had the ridiculous urge to count them.

Then he pictured Gavin saying the filthy things he’d said the night before, and another urge entirely took him. He shivered in the cold air, and that decided him. He couldn’t move Gavin without the man’s own help, so he had to wake Gavin up.

If the net result of that was them having sex again before going back to sleep, that didn’t seem like a terrible tragedy.

“Gavin,” he whispered, and leaned in to kiss him. It was a dangerous thing, waking traumatized ex-soldiers, and Miles had found the easiest way to make sure Gavin’s subconscious knew he wasn’t an enemy sneaking up on him while he was vulnerable, was to kiss him awake.

Gavin’s eyes drifted open, sleepy and glazed, then as they gained clarity, widened almost comically. “Miles?”

“Uh huh. It’s late and I’m cold and I want under the blanket,” Miles explained in a rush. “Also, you need to fuck me again.” He bit his lip in what he hoped was the sexy way and gave Gavin the best puppy eyes he could manage. He really needed Gavin inside him again. Now.

Instead of fucking him or giving him the blanket, Gavin checked his forehead, like he was a little kid with a cold. For some reason, that made him pale. “You’re burning up,” he whispered, and started to pull away. “I’ll go get Sawyer, maybe he knows about werewolf diseases, and—”

“Not Sawyer,” Miles insisted. “Don’t need Sawyer. Don’t need anything but your cock inside me.”

Gavin paused, words cutting off, and thankfully, didn’t pull away any farther. If Miles had thought the room was cold with him, without him it would be downright unbearable—like he was one of those Canadian guys who skinny-dipped in icy lakes.

Instead of leaving, Gavin picked him up, pulled back the blanket, and pulled them both under it, then announced aloud, “Computer, turn up the temperature in the master bedroom by five degrees.”

The computer confirmed, and the vents in the room started whirring a moment later.

Miles smiled happily. “Perfect. Now how about that sex?”

22

Take Me to Church

Miles was in heat.

Gavin had gone into the evening with no notion such a thing was possible. Only omegas went into heat, right? And Sawyer had been so convinced Miles was a beta. It only made sense, what with the vast majority of wolves being betas. All of the bitten wolves Sawyer had ever known before the Kismet pack had been betas, in fact.

But they always had to be unique, didn’t they? Gavin and Dez had to go being unexpected alphas, and now, the first wolf Gavin bit became an omega.

Miles. Miles became an omega, and the first thing he’d done as one had been to go into heat. His skin was hot, and he was sweating and trembling and demanding sex. It sounded exactly like Sawyer had explained it. Just, hearing a clinical description and seeing a loved one go through it were different things.

Still, Sawyer had said heats were harmless, and the only way out was through. Through, with a lot of sex on the side.

So Gavin rolled Miles onto his back so he could cover him with his body, hopefully making him feel warmer, pushed Miles’s legs up to wrap loosely around his waist, and slid inside him again.

He was already slick, and Gavin realized what he’d missed the night before. Miles hadn’t pre-prepared to fuck Gavin. He’d been naturally slick. He shivered involuntarily as he sunk into that tight welcoming heat, and Miles moaned with abandon.

The others were going to hear them, having long since returned home, but Gavin figured he’d heard enough of them having sex, they could live with the opposite. Assuming they weren’t already distracted doing the same.

Miles clenched around his cock, and Gavin opened his eyes to check on him. He was staring at Gavin intently, probably aware that his attention had drifted, and clearly wanting it back on himself. When he knew he had it, he smiled.

“Are you going to knot me again, alpha?” he whispered, voice coy and teasing, but there was hope in it. Longing. Maybe a hint of demand.

When most people called him alpha, Gavin’s instinct was to deny it, or mitigate the importance of the title among a pack with three alphas. With Miles, though, it stoked a fire in his belly. For Miles, he wanted to be alpha.

Gavin leaned down and pressed a soft, sweet kiss to Miles’s lips. “I am,” he agreed, as matter of fact as possible. “And then we’re going to take a nap, and then I’m going to do it again. I’m going to spend the next day fucking you every waking moment.”

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