Page 57 of Forbidden Devotion
Sinclair could sleep well into the day if left undisturbed, and Mitchel couldn’t bring himself to rouse him. Their floor was quiet. That made sense, since most of its occupants would have to sleep away the sunlit hours.
Carefully he ran his fingers along Sinclair’s torso. He wanted to touch him, not wake him, but he wasn’t careful enough. Sinclair stirred, curling his fingers against Mitchel’s ear. Sinclair stretched taught against him and then relaxed even closer.
“Good morning.” Mitchel rubbed gentle circles along Sinclair’s back underneath the covers.
“Morning. What time is it?”
“Almost eleven, sleepyhead.”
“Still early, then.”
Mitchel laughed. “For you maybe.”
“Have you been awake long?”
“A while. Not that I’m complaining. I mean, you’re totally naked right now.” Mitchel’s wandering hand veered to Sinclair’s ass, giving his cheeks a squeeze. “My other arm is numb, but that’s a small price to pay.”
“Oof, sorry.” Sinclair lifted his weight so Mitchel could snake out his arm, then settled back against his side, pressing his hips forward against Mitchel’s thigh. “Mmm, you’re also totally naked.” His hand drifted purposely to Mitchel’s nipple, returning the squeeze.
Mitchel arched into his touch.
Rubbing fingertips over the bud, he asked in a quiet voice, “You like that?”
“Yes.” Mitchel used what leverage he had to pull Sinclair’s hips against him again, encouraging a rhythm. He could get used to waking up like this. Already, his body has roused, eager to have a lover next to him in bed.
Sinclair set to work on the other nipple with his mouth. He fondled one with his fingers and the other with his tongue, drawing a whimper from Mitchel that sounded desperate, even to his own ears. Under the tangle of sheets, their bodies grew overly warm.
Sinclair ceased his teasing, staring up at him with bright eyes. He scooted farther down the bed. Mitchel tossed off the bedding and parted his legs to make room, unable to believe his luck. Sinclair nestled between them, rubbing his face against Mitchel’s thigh.
As Sinclair’s devastatingly perfect mouth closed around his length, Mitchel moaned and dropped his head onto the pillow. Yes, he could definitely get used to this, and he couldn’t wait to return the favor.
Some hours later, when they’d managed to pry themselves out of bed and get presentable to be in public, Mitchel refocused on the next task at hand.
He couldn’t put it off any longer. He had to speak to Ramsey about his new relationship. About how serious things between him and Sinclair had gotten. And he wanted his uncle’s advice about claiming bites.
“How do you think he’ll react?” Sinclair asked as they left their hotel room.
“He’ll be surprised, but I’m not too worried. Ramsey has always had my back. He wants me to be happy.”
“I have no idea how my parents will respond,” Sinclair said. “It could go either way.”
“Try not to worry about it. Go in confident that everything will be fine, and with any luck, it will be.”
“Easy as that?”
“Sure.” Mitchel squeezed Sinclair’s hand, then let it go. This was where they’d part ways.
“I’ll see you after. Good luck.”
“You too.” Mitchel leaned down for a quick kiss and headed across the atrium to where most of the werewolves were staying. Ramsey, older and wiser, would know more about the claiming bite. He had to.
Mitchel knocked on his uncle’s door. The alpha would be expecting him, had probably expected him hours ago. Dating a vampire would be hard on his internal clock, and Sinclair wasn’t even turned.
Ramsey opened it, a warm smile on his familiar face. “Hey, Mitchel. Come on in.”
“Morning,” Mitchel said out of habit before realizing it wasn’t morning at all. His stomach growled as if to reinforce that point. Staying in bed all day had been wonderful for his libido but not so good for his appetite. “Or evening, rather.”
“I meant to congratulate you earlier.” Ramsey sat on the bed and gestured for Mitchel to take the chair. “You did an excellent job last night. Well done.”
