Page 24 of Wolf Reborn

Miles leaned forward, licking his bottom lip and then drawing it between his teeth. “You should. You should put me on my back and fuck me, alpha.”

And Gavin snapped, flipping them so Miles was on his back, fucking into him with brutal intensity. It was more, stronger, harder than the night of the full moon had been, but even more than that time, Miles reveled in it.

Gavin pushed Miles’s knees up over his shoulders and set a punishing rhythm, fucking Miles like his life depended on it. All Miles could do was lie beneath him and take it, gasping for breath and falling into the sensation of being fucked by Gavin. His alpha. The man he loved.

“G-Gavin—” he managed to choke out, when the friction between their bodies was threatening to push him over the edge. He didn’t know what he wanted, but he—he needed—

“Come,” Gavin told him, voice deeper and more resonant than he’d ever heard it, and the sensation took over him. Sparks shot through his whole body; his vision filled with them, and with Gavin. His head fell back against the rug beneath him, and he cried out—or maybe it was a whimper. He couldn’t tell.

Gavin tensed over him, neck bent and lips parted in a silent cry as he came inside Miles.

Miles had never imagined the second time could be better than the first, but somehow, it had shattered all expectations. He smiled, a warm glow filling him. He wrapped his arms loosely around Gavin as the man collapsed beside him. Miles smiled and buried his face in his shoulder. “Love you.”

12

Like I’m Gonna Lose You

Gavin drifted for a while, somehow blissful and ashamed at the same time. Miles was alive, and at least for a moment, hadn’t hated Gavin. Eventually Miles shifted against him in his sleep, and it woke him fully.

He sat up and stared down at Miles, who looked happy. Sated. Hell, smug, even.

It was time for Gavin to get up and get to work.

He gathered their clothes, folded them neatly, and set them on the corner of the fluffy rug in front of the fire. He didn’t want to dress entirely and put himself and Miles at an immediate power differential when he woke, but he also didn’t want to wander around the cabin naked, so he slipped on his boxers.

His coat, he laid out to dry on the brick in front of the fire, which was crackling away. He took a moment to check on that and add a log, replacing the grate carefully. It wouldn’t do to burn the house down.

Next on the list was checking their phones again. Nothing on the cells. He went out and inspected the landline in the hall. It was plugged in, the handset charged, but when he turned it on, there was nothing.

Unbelievable.

Systematically, he searched the whole house. There was another phone in the bedroom, also disconnected. It must be the whole house. The electricity was on, but not the phone line.

There were no clothes in the closet or drawers, so he guessed no one was going to arrive home to find naked Miles lying on their rug.

Naked Miles was all his.

He shook his head to dislodge that bit of nonsense and turned to the kitchen. It was not well stocked, but it could have been worse. There were canned goods, most of which hadn’t expired. Lots of soup, which helped his mood. At least they wouldn’t be eating plain cans of green beans. There was also a stash of sugary snacks like breakfast pastries and cream-filled chocolate cupcakes, which weren’t appetizing, but were edible.

Miles would probably like them. He liked sugar and junk food.

He found duct tape in a drawer and made quick use of that to block the hole he’d made in the window. It wasn’t perfect, but at least it would stop the worst of the air moving in and out. Maybe it would protect the inside of the house from the elements a little. It seemed the least he could do, under the circumstances.

There was a cupboard full of tea, which he supposed was a good thing. Miles enjoyed tea, and Gavin was indifferent to it. Mostly, he drank water, boring as that was. There was a lot of powdered creamer, which might be enough like milk to make Miles happy.

He gathered his bounty, stacking the soup cans in front of the microwave along with the clean bowls and spoons he found. The earl grey tea went on the counter next to the electric kettle and a few mugs. He filled the kettle from the sink, but they had jugs of water, which was good. The pipes were still running, but there was no way to be sure how long that would last in the middle of a blizzard.

Thinking of the blizzard... He darted out the back door to check the condition of the wood pile. It looked good—well maintained. He pulled a few extra pieces to take in, since he suspected they were going to go through it quickly. He remembered being constantly cold for the first few weeks after turning, so he figured Miles would be too.

All in all, there were worse places they could have been trapped, but if the snow lasted more than a few days it was going to be a problem.

That wouldn’t happen, though... He hoped. It was also his first whole winter in Colorado, so there was no way to know. His family had always come in for a week, two at the most, to ski or spend holidays.

He took the extra wood in to stack next to the fireplace, adding a piece and replacing the grate again.

Finally, he collapsed back onto the rug next to the softly snoring Miles, dropping his stash of shelf-stable pastries and snack cakes on the carpet and sorting through them. Chocolate, “yellow,” blueberry, and more chocolate. Someone was a fan of the stuff, apparently.

He glanced at Miles and tried not to let the overwhelming ball of guilt work its way up from his stomach.

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