“Bite.”
Wick opened, gusting his warm breath along Justice’s skin that challenged the steam swirling around them. Justice’s knees threatened to buckle the moment Wick’s fangs penetrated his flesh. Justice dropped his head back against the wall, his cock throbbing from the swift, shallow pulls Wick took from him. He was only drawing the blood to the surface, making it feel like receiving the most intense hickey. Justice let go of Wick’s head and used both hands to grab those muscular mounds. Wick’s ass was the perfect size. Plump and delicious. Justice sent an image of him on his knees behind Wick, eating his ass like it was a piece of prime rib.
Wick arched and threw his head back, coming all over Justice again. His mate’s moans of pleasure echoed off the walls, scorching Justice’s mind. He ground his own erection against Wick’s while he trembled through the aftershocks of his orgasm. Justice was feeling cocky that Wick got off so hard on the thoughts he sent him. As soon as Wick’s breathing wasn’t so labored he sent his own fantasy back – a visual of him on his knees swallowing Justice’s thick cock – that had Justice only pumping his shaft twice before his come spewed in arcs across Wick’s stomach.
Justice hated for the water to wash away his seed. He wanted Wick saturated in it. That most likely wouldn’t go well with a black designer suit, but Justice didn’t give a damn. There was still a threat lurking. He hadn’t forgotten.
“Are you hungry?” Wick asked Justice while he toweled off. “I guess it’s not necessary for me to feel if you’re hungry.”
“No. I ate already. I’ll probably want to eat again around eleven. This schedule is weird.” Justice had put on his socks and a new pair of boxer briefs when he felt the mood shift in the room.
“I always thought wolves were nocturnal.”
“They are. But I’m not only a wolf.”
Wick was staring at him. “Night and day, then. That’s what we are. Maybe the Mother thought—”
“The Mother doesn’t make mistakes… ever. We don’t question god and we don’t question her.” Justice pulled up the pair of plain blue sweats Henry got for him. He walked over to Wick and reassuringly put both hands on his shoulders. “We don’t have to figure out everything in one night… day… or whatever. All I know is we will figure it out, okay. Together.”
Wick nodded and distractedly went back to buttoning his shirt.
“Baby, don’t you have anything casual? Sweats or jeans. A shirt that doesn’t have mother-of-pearl buttons.” Justice didn’t hide his smile at the confused look on Wick’s face. “It looks rather expensive for where were going.”
“No buttons?”
Justice laughed heartily. “That’s right, love. No butt-tuns.” Justice loved that proper accent.
Wick’s scowl was too cute not to kiss away. “Don’t frown, baby. I was only teasing. You gotta loosen up. My family jokes a lot. My pack likes practical jokes more than they like running. Especially Mac.”
“I know how to joke. There may not be any vampire comedians but we’re not all sticks-in-the-mud. I look forward to having fun with you.”
Justice kissed Wick’s forehead and went back to putting on the comfortable clothes he was given. Wick took off all the black and went back into his closet. When he came out this time, he was wearing a pair of worn, holey jeans that he looked to have had for twenty years and a faded blue University of Cambridge t-shirt. His smile was relaxed, those soft, pale pink lips taunting Justice again. He wanted to grab a handful of the strewn dark locks – that Wick had only managed to finger-comb when he got out the shower – and control him with another kiss. Wick’s new look made him appear lax and comfortable.
Justice nodded his approval. “Yes. Now, you look ready.”
“Ready for what?” Wick held his hands out to his sides.
“Shifter training.” Justice grinned mischievously.
Wick’s eyes widened comically. He looked ready to burst with excitement.
“Captain Erman is in Reno meeting with a couple covens. He’ll be back before dawn, Justice. I want you two to talk. Come to a truce. Erman hasn’t even been with me a year, still, I don’t want to imply that my staff is completely replaceable if they don’t get along with my mate. It takes decades to get those positions on my escort.”
“It was a clear challenge. Didn’t you recognize that?” Justice asked, climbing over a split tree trunk.
“I did, and I didn’t say I liked it. I mean don’t kill him.”
Justice scoffed. “I make no promises I can’t keep.”
They’d been walking through the beautiful mountainside for hours. It was a clear night. Quiet. The perfect time to bond and get to know his Beloved. They asked more questions than Wick could count. He of course, had a lot more experiences to share than Justice.