Caution gone, he manhandled Zio until he was exactly where he wanted him, on his back, legs wrapped around Devan’s waist. He lifted Zio from the mattress and aligned them. A possessive growl built in his chest and he eased inside. Held still a moment, then gave in to the primal desire to make love to his mate.
Zio’s snatched breaths turned to drawn-out moans, then shouts of pleasure as he chased all Devan could give him. “Fuck yeah, harder, Devan. So fucking good.”
Devan hunched over him, driving into him as hard as he dared as the beast in his soul roared.Now. Do it now.Urgency overcame him. Desperation. Base instincts he couldn’t and didn’t want to control. Heat exploded in his gut, spreading fiery tendrils through every nerve. His heart swelled with the love he’d never thought possible, and he yanked Zio upright and onto his lap.
The change in angle drove his cock deeper inside Zio, and they both cried out. On his knees, Zio wrapped tight around him, Devan brought his teeth to Zio’s neck. Fangs sank into soft, heady flesh, and as his body poured his seed into his mate, his mind carried only one thought. Mine.
* * *
Zio cried out as the pain of Devan’s bite gave way to the bliss of the blossoming bond. He fell backwards, Devan still moving inside him, dizzy with pleasure, head spinning so fast he was sure it would never stop.
And it still wasn’t over. Zio’s wolf stirred again, rising inside him, demanding back everything he’d just given up for Devan.
He eased away from Devan’s still hard cock, separating them for a painful split second. “On your knees.”
Chest heaving, Devan obeyed without question, and Zio was inside him before he knew what he was doing, fucking him far harder than Devan had fucked him. Harder than he’d ever fucked anyone. The slap of skin against skin beat like the familiar metronome of Devan’s heartbeat. In his dreams—and there’d been many—he’d taken Devan slowly in the forest, the dirt beneath them, the birds in the trees, but as the sun bounced off Devan’s alabaster skin and made his hair shine like a damn halo, Zio knew he’d been right to follow his heart and bring him here. The thought that Emma was watching him fuck his mate was a thought too far even for him, but with the faint trace of her scent surrounding him, every puzzle piece clicked into place.
Harsh moans brought him back to the present. Zio gripped Devan’s hips ever tighter but slowed his pace. The brutal dig of his cock became something sweeter, and the craving to bite he’d carried for so long throbbed inside him, filling his every sense until it spilled over and white light blinded him.
He yanked Devan upright, bringing his back to his chest and marvelling at their perfect fit. His lips found Devan’s neck and he buried his face a moment, losing himself to Devan’s scent, already laced with his own.I want to smell like him. I want his scent to be mine, always.“I’m going to bite you.”
“Do it,” Devan ground out. “Make me yours.”
Zio sank his teeth in before Devan finished the sentence, biting down deep and hard, his mouth filling with Devan’s blood as release burst out of him. He howled, and it merged with Devan’s ecstatic cry. Devan’s shudders became his own. His laboured breaths and flailing hands.
His seed poured into Devan and the stars aligned. They were joined in every way possible. Finally. Absolutely. Forever. The bond solidified. Warmth filled Zio’s chest. Bliss. But it wasn’t just his. The joy seeping from him radiated straight back, and when a stunned chuckle broke the silence, he wasn’t sure if it was his or Devan’s. Where Devan ended and he began.
Slowly, he slipped out of Devan and turned him around. He laid his mate on the bed as though he was made of glass and dipped down for a kiss. “We did it,” he whispered.
Eyes shining, Devan laughed. “We did.”
Chapter Thirty
“I don’t want a prosthesis.”
Devan rolled his eyes and hauled Bomber out of the car. “We’ve been over this. If you don’t want a prosthesis, then you have to live with the fact that you’ll spend the rest of your human life on crutches.”
“Fuck that.”
“Exactly, now get in the damn doctor’s office.”
Bomber slipped his crutches over his arms and manoeuvred himself away from the car, swinging himself the way Devan imagined a ten-year-old boy would, but that was Bomber—his wolf a seasoned warrior, forever a delinquent teenager in his human form. And yetbothhis identities carried the scars of war. Bomber’s wolf was hardly a fraction less formidable than he’d been before, but he’d found it harder to adapt in his human form, something Devan was hoping to fix today.
They made their way inside the hospital and took a seat in the newly built waiting room. Bomber’s scowl remained. “Why does it have to be a human doctor?”
“Because he’s the best. He saved Gale’s life.”
“That was him?”
“Yes. Don’t you remember?”
“No, I wasn’t at the hospital. Besides,yousavedmylife. Why can’t you do this?”
“I’m not a doctor.”
“As good as.”
“Not really. I work with magic and flesh. These guys have science and technology... unless you want me to attempt to construct a new limb from berries, bark, and wishful thinking.”