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Sen didn’t blink. “Yes.”
Jupiter humphed for lack of a better response. He flicked his ears forward, studying Sen closely. “You saidourmate.”
“I did.” Sen pressed his lips together in an unyielding line.
“Good.” His instincts and his body liked the certainty in his mate’s voice.
Sen’s eyes widened. “Samantha, can you watch over Feeona while she sleeps? Jupiter and I need to talk.”
The female brushed a lock of hair from Fee’s shoulder. “Of course. She’ll be safe with me.”
And Lo would be watching over Samantha. He currently stood watch in the hallway. He seemed glued to the woman’s side.
The moment Sen had his answer, he strode to the door. He looked over his shoulder, spearing Jupiter with his exotic eyes. “Follow me.”
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The room Seneca led Jupiter to was just down the hall and barely the size of the cell he’d shared with Feeona on theSalley Ho. Its dominant features were pale blue walls and a bed similar to the aftercare bed in the med-bay.
“Feeona.” Worry pulled her name from his lips.
Seneca grabbed his arm and pulled him around so they were chest to chest. “Feeona is alive and safe and getting the rest she needs. Right now, you need to deal with me.”
Jupiter wanted nothing more than todealwith him. Waiting for a lecture or some as yet unexplained source of Sen’s anger, his eyes devoured his sensual mate. Seneca and Feeona. Funny how needing one did nothing to lessen his need for the other. He must have stood staring too long at Sen’s sleek muscles and the damn dog leaping across his chest. Seneca shoved two hands against his own unpainted chest hard enough to send him flying. He landed hard on his back. Good thing the bed occupied most of the floor space. He was sprawled across it with Seneca crawling up his body.
Jupiter’s cock hardened in an instant.
“I’m tired of waiting.” Sen spoke through a low growl that stroked along his skin. Seneca slid a hand down Jupiter’s torso, ending cupped around the part of him he wanted to shove inside Sen. But the need to go carefully won out. The only thing that had kept them apart all these years was his soul deep need not to hurt Sen. Something he wasn’t going to be able to avoid, unless he got Sen’s hand off his cock. Now.
He grabbed Sen and rolled, putting the smaller Dog beneath him. He pushed up to get some space between them. Sen struggled. Jupiter caught his wrists and pinned them over Sen’s head. The memory of the day they’d struggled in Feeona’s gym almost stopped him. Sen had been desperate to get away from him that day.
Jupiter looked down at the Dog he was ready to claim as mate. Sen still struggled, twisting and trying to tug his hands free. This time there was no fear in his face. His movements seemed designed to brush against Jupiter as much as to break free. Sen’s struggles stroked Jupiter’s need to dominate, to claim. He threw back his head and howled. Sen’s howl answered, ripping Jupiter’s attention back to Sen’s lavender eyes and soft lips. He didn’t see fear, only frustration.
Jupiter leaned down to press his forehead against Sen’s and he chuffed softly in the back of his throat. “Tell me what you want, my mate.”
Sen’s body stilled. His panting breath brushed against Jupiter’s ear. “Touch me.” He hissed through clenched teeth. “Oh, God. Please touch me, Jup.” Sen’s back arched as if to prove his need to be closer to his body. Sen angled his head and nipped at his lips. “I’ve waited so long.”
Jupiter could no longer resist. He thrust his tongue into Sen’s mouth and stroked. Sen did not lay passive. He dueled with Jupiter, their tongues battled and tasted and made love. Sen tasted spicy-sweet.Jupiter wanted to know if Seneca’s skin would taste the same.
I’ve waited so long.That’s what Sen had said. The memory of Sen’s rough tongue against his skin when the younger Dog had lain weak and dehydrated flashed through Jupiter. It magnified all his senses and rewired his brain, turning every casual touch they’d ever shared into something full of promise.
He dipped down to lick along the cords of Sen’s neck, following them to his chest.
“Yes.” Sen moaned softly as he turned his head, baring his throat to give Jup more access. What was a gesture of submission among Dogs became a sensual promise of trust. Sen was his. Jupiter’s heart pounded. He was Sen’s, too. They were mates.
Jupiter lowered his body onto Sen. All their bare skin, sharp edges, and hard muscles pressed together in a sensation that was pure sex. Sen wrapped his legs around Jupiter’s thighs and adjusted his hips. The movement settled their cocks together in a pressure that was so good it was almost pain. Sen thrust his hips up and Jupiter’s eyes rolled back in their sockets. The sensation, the pleasure, the need it created—they drove him mad. On instinct he scraped his teeth against Sen’s shoulder. His mate whimpered sexily, but his thrusts didn’t stop.
Jupiter released Sen’s wrists and the smaller Dog immediately shoved him, rolling them across the bunk until their positions were reversed. Sen positioned their hips perfectly to keep that delicious pressure where they both wanted it. Sen’s tongue and hands stroked over Jupiter’s body. Tracing his scars and squeezing his muscles.
Sen’s hips kept up a continuous motion and Jupiter joined in, finding a rhythm that distracted Sen’s wandering tongue and held them both slave to sensation. “Jupiter,” he moaned against his neck. “Love you. Love you, so much.”
“Yes.” Jupiter had loved Sen forever. He’d known Sen loved him, but not like this. Hearing it from Sen in that sexual, needy moan sent shivers along his spine and made his heart expand in his chest.
