“Yeah, Zio. It feels good.”
Zio squeezed, pulled, twisted, bottom lip caught between his teeth. “I need you to be as crazy for me as I am for you. To lose your fucking mind before you come.”
“Why?”
“I need to know it’s not just me.”
“I already told—”
“I need tosee.”
Devan shook his head. “You’ve seen it already, every day since we met.”
“Then show me again.”
Devan would show Zio anything he desired as long as he kept jacking him like that. He rarely gave into a shifter’s natural urge to chase pleasure wherever it was available, even when he was alone, but Zio’s touch was nothing he’d ever felt before. Electric. Addictive. And so consuming Devan forgot where he was. Who he was. Forgot everything except the growing pressure in his belly. “Let me touch you too.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“If I begged, would it convince you I’d lost my mind the way you want me to?”
“Maybe, but I don’t want you to move. Just lie there, Devan. Let me take this from you.”
A groan tore from Devan’s chest. He thrust up into Zio’s hand and screwed his eyes shut. “I need you to come too.”
“Trust me, I’m gonna. And it’s gonna be quick. Are you ready?”
I’ll never be ready for you.
Zio loosened his grip on Devan’s length enough to wrap his fingers around his own, so they slid together as one, slicked with the silky fluid that had seeped from Devan.
Devan opened his eyes, instantly transfixed. His blood sang, and release ambushed him, spurting out of him a split second before sensation caught up and knocked the breath from his lungs.
It hit him like a freight train. He roared. White-hot pleasure carried him to the precipice of his human form. Raw power shimmered through every facet of him, and only fear of hurting Zio kept him from shifting as new light flared in the connection they shared.
Zio came with a ragged yell, the very tips of his claws scraping Devan’s cock. Sweat and blood merged with their combined release. The scent was dizzying, and Devan fought to stay conscious as Zio fell forwards.
He caught Zio and broke his fall with his body. Zio reached out with trembling hands to rub his seed into Devan’s skin, but Devan stopped him. “Don’t. We won’t come back from that.”
Barely awake, Zio gazed up at him. “From what?”
“You really don’t know?”
Zio started to shake his head, but the obnoxious buzz of Devan’s neglected phone cut him off. For a long moment, they didn’t move, then reality kicked Devan in the nuts, and he dove for the phone.
Varian greeted him. “Sorry to disturb you. They need you at the clinic. Human emergency. Can you help?”
Devan rolled off the bed. “Of course. I’m on my way.”
Chapter Twelve
“I didn’t hear you in the woods last night,” Varian said. “Did you find rest?”
Zio kept his gaze on the satellite navigation app he was using to map out the weakest points in their defence lines. Some were obvious—sparsely populated and scenes of previous conflict—others less so. He’d heard rumours of wolves duping their way into regiments of the human army. “Yeah. I slept.”