Page 26 of Perfectly Leashed
His wolf had chosen Darcy.
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A smirk curled the side of his mouth when Matias spotted Elijah in the kitchen making a sandwich.
He slid behind his elegido, pressing their bodies together.
“I’m starting to think roasted turkey flips some kind of horny trigger in you.”
Matias chuckled, grazing his lips over Elijah’s neck. “It’s seeing you doing such domestic stuff. Tells me how content you are, conejito.”
Elijah jutted his ass, colliding with Matias’s groin. “Be even more content if I can get some food on my stomach before you fuck my brains out.”
“I love when you play coy.” He nibbled his way around his mate’s throat, sliding a hand down to massage his hard-on.”
It was hard to believe they’d been together for over six months. Matias could still vividly remember the night the little human stumbled into his bar. The moment he laid eyes on Elijah, Matias knew he had to have him.
“I’m not playing coy.” His mate playfully elbowed him. “I’m literally starving.”
“Where’s Cesar? Why didn’t you ask him to make you a proper meal?” His mate knew Matias insisted on homecooked meals over quick ones.
“Cesar is spending time with Jamie. It’s not even ten in the morning,” Elijah replied. “And stop making him cook all these delicious meals. I gained five pounds since I’ve been here.”
Frowning, Matias leaned back and looked him over. “Where?”
Oh, he knew where, and he loved how those five pounds looked on his mate’s ass. But if he said that, Elijah would have a meltdown.
There were times when humans baffled him. If his elegido became plump, Matias would still think he was the sexiest man alive. That’s what Elijah still failed to grasp. Just how deep their bond was. Just how deeply Matias loved him.
“Aw.” Elijah cupped his jaw. “That’s so sweet of you to lie to me.” His smile slipped. “But come tomorrow, I’m going on a diet.”
“No entiendo tu obsesión con tu peso. Eres tan hermosa para mi,” Matias growled.
Elijah narrowed his eyes. “I’ve told you a hundred times. If you’re gonna talk shit about me, let me understand the insult.”
Matias huffed as he pulled his vibrating phone from his pocket.
“I’ll wait.” Elijah bit into his sandwich, the fury in his eyes a huge fucking turn-on.
Glancing down at his phone, Matias frowned.
Pork bellies rising this morning. Got Bo Peep and four furballs under my wing. Need really good bloodsucker before I go belly up.
What the fuck did that mean? Matias was damn good at deciphering code, but this one had him stumped.
“What?” Elijah turned Matias’s hand to look. “That’s easy. Luca bought a pig farm, and he’s paying people to watch his investments, but he doesn’t know what he’s doing and his stock isn’t doing so good.”
“Conejito, Luca did not buy a pig farm.” He would’ve told Matias if he’d invested in livestock.
“Percy, help a brother out.” Elijah waved his best friend over. Matias didn’t like anyone involved in reading codes, but he also didn’t want his mate pissed at him.
Elijah knew how to hold a grudge.
“What does this mean?” His mate pointed at his phone.
Percy peeked over Matias’s hand.
“That’s the stock market,” Percy replied. “Clearly Luca sucks at investing. What is Bo Peep and furballs? Is it acronyms for some cattle stock?” He snorted. “He should’ve never sunk his money into cow food.” Percy turned his head. “Santiago. Come look what Luca did. Poor guy is about to lose his investment!”
