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“A mate claim?” Jupiter shook his head.
Seneca wanted to roll his eyes. The Dog operated on instinct and had rarely studied his own feelings. “Don’t be too worried. The two of you fit.” And that was what was shredding his guts most of all.
Seneca didn’t wait for a reply. He took Jupiter down in a clean efficient move. Now that he’d said it out loud, it seemed he could manage the emotions better. He grinned as he pinned the bigger Dog beneath him. “We’re even now.”
“Not even.” Jupiter reversed the pin with a show of brute strength.
Seneca couldn’t move. Jupiter had him pinned tight. He knew his best move was to relax. Stop struggling. But fuck. He could feel Jupiter all over him, his broad chest crushing him. His scent and the smell of sex filling his nose. Jupiter wasn’t aroused. No doubt Feeona had sated him. Seneca wanted to slide his knee up to press gently against Jupiter’s balls. Just to see if he could change that. Jupiter’s powerful thighs, locked tight against him, wouldn’t allow him to move a centimeter closer to that temptation.
Seneca hated how easy it would be to get off. The grip of Jupiter’s strong hands holding his wrists above his head screamed sex to his corrupt mind. It would only take one or two thrusts up against the Dog who had no idea how often he played center stage in Seneca’s thoughts. The one thing Jupiter couldn’t miss was the iron length of his dick, pressed tight between them.
Jupiter chuckled low in the back of his throat. “You wouldn’t be so uncomfortable now if you’d stuck around in bed a little longer.”
Seneca growled. His dick had only gotten harder with Jupiter’s laugh. “Let me up, damn it.”
“Serves you right for that mate crap you used on me.”
That reminder should have done more to dampen his over sensitized nerves. His vision dimmed and he realized he was breathing too fast, too hard, without getting any air. Hyperventilating.
Jupiter released his wrists then pulled him up and forward. “Fuck, Sen. Calm down.”
Seneca couldn’t think, he was drenched in sweat and shivering. Jupiter moved around him, never losing contact, never giving him the break he so desperately needed.
“You’re okay.” Jupiter pressed up against his back. Not restraining now. Chafing his arms and murmuring softly. “Breathe slow. In and out. That’s it.”
Seneca responded, in spite of himself. Obeying an alpha. Following the guidance of the Dog he trusted most in the universe. The concern, the love in Jupiter’s voice, soothed him. This was the love Jupiter could offer. It had been enough for him before. It would be enough again.
He cleared his throat of panic’s leftover tension. “I wasn’t … joking.”
“Don’t try to talk.”
Seneca looked over his shoulder. “I’m okay. But you, my friend, are in love.”
Jupiter’s face twisted in a half frown, half grin. “Maybe.”
“Definitely.” Seneca ran his tongue over his parched lips.
Jupiter’s mouth stretched into a full, beautiful grin. “If it’s true, you have even more reason to stay in our bed.”
The pack bond. It was the way of the packs. He stifled a sigh. At least he’d managed to distract Jupiter from his own inconvenient distress and the undeniable fact that his own heart was breaking.
Chapter Twenty
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After the evening meal, they were all sitting around companionably in the common area. Feeona didn’t remember how it had gotten started, but somehow she’d ended up reciting children’s nursery rhymes to them.
“Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town, upstairs and downstairs in his night gown.”
Jupiter frowned. “That seems unlikely. Why would a child do such a thing?”
Seneca adjusted the pillow he’d been leaning on. “At least it isn’t about chopping up small sightless animals, like that one about the butcher’s wife.” Seneca shivered as if the story actually had the power to unsettle him.
He’d seemed relaxed since he and Jupiter spent the morning sparring. She’d found them working out when she’d finished her shower. It had been fun to watch and she’d been relieved she hadn’t broken their relationship.
