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At his demand, Audor spoke louder. “Yes.”
“Good.” He spun Audor and shoved. Waylon bent Audor over and face down on the bed. “This is going to feel a lot like hate fucking.”
Audor moaned and squirmed like he couldn’t wait. “Yes. I want that.”
Waylon knew he did. Audor liked it rough. Since Waylon was an alpha used to dominating, Audor was perfect for him. Waylon used the bare minimum of lube before he pushed his way inside Audor. He didn’t go easy. He thrust hard, lifting Audor’s feet off the floor from the power of it.
Audor clutched the blankets. “More.”
Waylon had everything he needed. He eased out a hair and thrust again, doing his damnedest to make Audor feel as amazing as possible. Their shared pleasure was unlike anything he had ever known. He wasn’t used to feeling everything Audor did mixed with his own desire. It was overwhelming.He didn’t know if he would ever get used to it, but—for now—he couldn’t focus on anything else. That meant holding the wolf back was nearly impossible. Parts of his body shifted without his permission. He kept trying to stop it. Waylon’s claws accidentally cut through Audor’s skin. A deep moan vibrated from Audor as the wounds healed. Fuck. He was just flawless in every way. Too perfect. Waylon didn’t know how to make sex last when he couldn’t even control his claws.
Audor suddenly scratched at the blankets and tried scrambling away. “Oh, fuck. Oh my goddess. What are you doing to me?”
Waylon panicked and dove into Audor’s thoughts, trying to find out what he had done wrong. All he found was ecstasy. Audor’s pleasure damn near bordered on pain. He didn’t know if he should pull away from it or lean into it. Waylon made the choice for him. He fucked him harder.
“Holy shit. What the hell?” More scratching and trying to crawl away. “You’re—Jesus. It’s—goddamn.” A loud cry tore from Audor.
Waylon couldn’t see or hear. The orgasm Audor had robbed him of his senses. It had Waylon humping the waves and babbling while pumping Audor full of cum. He fucking throbbed and Waylon hated when people used that description, but he got it now. Sex with his mate was mind blowing. He was afraid of how addicted he could become. Waylon wanted to chain Audor to the bed and fuck him until they both died. Then he tried to pull out so he could nuzzle his baby, and he couldn’t.
Audor moaned.
A nervous laugh escaped Waylon as he realized why Audor had been trying to get away from him. “Oh no.”
“Fuck. Please stop moving. You’re still hitting at just the right angle, and I can’t.”
“I’m stuck.”
Audor went completely still. Waylon heard him take a breath and hold it. He felt Audor in his mind, finding out for himself what Waylon meant. A loud laugh burst from Audor. He shook with it, making things worse.
“Damn, Audor. If you don’t stop, we’ll be here all night.”
Audor wiggled his ass, making Waylon gasp as tiny aftershocks crawled up his dick, which had shifted.
“You know, I’ve been alive hundreds of years, and this is the first time I’ve knotted. I hope this is a new thing you plan to continue.”
Waylon’s embarrassment fled. A possessive growl vibrated in his throat. It was full wolf.Mine. He was on the verge of a complete shift. Audor’s total acceptance of him had truly brought out the alpha. He wanted to lick and nuzzle. Waylon needed to prove he was worthy.
“Oh, gorgeous. You’re more than worthy. You’re every fucking thing to me.”
Waylon dick finally slipped from Audor’s ass. He wasted no time pushing Audor all the way into bed so he could join him to cuddle. He curled his large frame around Audor and licked—like a mother grooming her babies. If Audor thought it was weird, he didn’t complain. Waylon purposely didn’t listen to his thoughts. He didn’t want his feelings hurt if Audor didn’t really want this much of the wolf.
A happy hum caressed his ears. Audor scratched his head. “Damn. That feels good. Don’t stop.”
Waylon sneaked a peek at Audor’s thoughts, trying to see if he only humored him. All he saw was happiness and love. Audor saw the moment exactly as Waylon intended: as an act of love, and he wanted it. Waylon nuzzled Audor’s neck and kept his face hidden. He didn’t want Audor to see the tears that filled his eyes. Audor was the miracle he shouldn’t have gotten. He couldn’t be more humbled and thankful. Odin had a slave for life.
Chapter Seven
AsmuchasAudorhated leaving a sexy wolf in his bed, especially without waking him, Audor had to check on Frost while it was still dark. He made Waylon coffee and left a note, letting him know where he had gone. While Audor knew Waylon could simply ask him mentally where he was, he didn’t want even a second of worry to touch his mate.
When he landed in Frost’s front yard, he spotted Fen and Stone guarding the house. Thankfully, some months back, Riku had drawn protection spells around the house, making it impossible for any creature to get in without prior permission. It seemed King Jonathan’s bunch were immune to that, but they were keeping Frost safe.
Fen headed in the opposite direction as soon as he saw Audor. Audor bit back a tired sigh. It seemed he had made an enemy out of that one. His gaze slid Stone’s way. No animosity shot hisway, so Audor assumed Stone understood Waylon was his mate. There was no sense in being angry. Waylon belonged to him and Audor belonged to Waylon. That was just the way of it. Still, Audor had red-hot coals of jealousy in his gut when he looked at Stone. He still saw the ballsy vamp on his mate’s lap. His eye twitched. It was best he dealt with the hatred directed at him.
Audor searched out Fen. He appeared in his path before Fen could escape him. “Anything new to report?”
“It’s been quiet.” Fen moved to step around him.
Audor stepped into his path. “I owe you an apology.”
