Page 2 of The Doctor's Wolf: Part Two
Gordon cleared his throat, lips slightly swollen, and turned back to the wall.This time around, he just put the frame on the hook, no fussing at all.
His decorating done, he turned back around to face Adler.“You’re early today, detective.Are you here to cuff me and take me away?”
Adler chuckled.“I think you’ll come willingly, won’t you?”
Gordon tilted his head.“Aren’t you going to make me show you where I put the bodies?I hear that’s what all the competent werewolf detectives are after these days.”Gordon looked up at Adler with his very pretty blue eyes.
“All the werewolf detectives?Give me their names so I can go find them and make sure they stay away from you.”
It was only half a joke, but Gordon chuckled.“Bad, growly Adler.You’re so scary.”
“I can’t growl if you kiss me.”
And just like that, Gordon did.Inside of Adler, his wolf part rejoiced.There was nothing quite like one’s mate’s undivided attention.
Adler growled when they pulled apart for air.“If we keep this up, you’ll force me to, ah, interrogate you right on that gaming couch.So let’s first focus on getting home, okay, sweetheart?”Adler reached for Gordon’s hand, ready to pull him along, then almost cursed himself.“Or did you want to eat here?You drank from me yesterday.Did you get enough?If you need to supplement—”
Gordon ran a finger down Adler’s neck and shook his head.“I’m fine.I’m starting to think Maxim was right when he said werewolf blood might be my new favorite food source.”
Adler exhaled.“That’s good.Although not if you’re starving yourself.It’s not like werewolf donors are a thing.”
Gordon leaned his head on Adler’s shoulder.“I don’t need as much as I used to, I think.Before, uh, the bite, I got hungry faster, but not anymore.You truly are my new favorite flavor, detective.”
Adler stroked his mate’s back.“Good.Let’s leave your charming morgue then.Race you to the car?”
Gordon laughed.“What did I tell you about running?”
“I was going to chase you.That doesn’t count, right?”
“Adler, you sound horny.Is the full moon coming up again?”
“Yeah, same as every month.Sometimes even twice a month, you know.I’m just trying to help you keep track of when you’ll have a big wolf in your bed.”
“And here I was, thinking you were trying to help me get my pants off.Which we can go and do now.Your place?”
My willing mate.I must be the luckiest werewolf ever to have mated a vampire.
“Our place,” Adler said, taking Gordon’s hand, and leading him away from the unpleasant scent of clean slabs and dead things.
Chapter 2
TheirhomewasGordon’splace sometimes, but mostly Adler’s.The deciding factor, Adler thought, had been of a practical nature, meaning food.He had some, and not just the kind of thing that came in air-sealed packages with lots of flavoring.
Adler liked that they spent so much time at his place, but it had nothing to do with his mostly stocked fridge and everything to do with his neighbors, most of whom were werewolves, all of whom knew Gordon at least by sight.
Adler had made sure of that by simply slowing his steps each time he walked next to his vampire when they crossed the courtyard that led from the parking lot to Adler’s building.He was doing the same thing today, Gordon’s hand in his, his vampire’s scent deliciously teasing.Look at me.Know this is my mate, mine to protect, mine to love, my beautiful mate.
They hadn’t spoken much on the way over, had simply enjoyed each other’s company.Adler found Gordon’s nearness generally soothing and didn’t need words on top of that, but he knew Gordon also needed the opportunity to talk, so he had been working on doing that.The alpha would be so proud.
“You got new interns,” Adler said, slowing his steps even further while he pretended he was interested in one of the potted plants the residents had put by the paved walkway for some extra sun.
Gordon grinned.“Yes.I’m breaking them in.Smelled the bleach, did you?”
Adler wrinkled his nose.“And the vinegar.I bet they didn’t expect to scrub floor tiles when they signed up for the program.Just out of curiosity, do you give them used toothbrushes for all the scrubbing?”
“No, they didn’t, and no, I don’t.You do realize we work in forensics.A used toothbrush could contaminate our findings and thus corrupt any case we help solve.”
Adler chuckled.“I forget you’re the smart one, sweetheart.Sorry, I was trying to be funny.”
