“Yeah?”
“I don’t want to make love to you for the first time while we’re in a crusty old safe house hiding from vampires.”
A chuckle spilled out of him before he could stop it. “When you put it like that.” Still, he kissed Silva again, reveling in the fire burning through his belly every time Silva’s tongue brushed his. With every stroke of Silva’s fingers through his hair.
“That’s the opposite of helpful, you know.”
“Sorry.” He wasn’t sorry. Not at all. He pressed his lips to Silva’s cheek and kissed his way down to his jaw line and back toward his ear before pulling back.
“You’re a menace.” Silva cupped Wylder’s face, silver gaze searching his own. “But we can call this whatever you want. You’re my mate, and you wanting to be with me is all that I need.”
“I do want to be with you.” Wylder traced his fingers up Silva’s arms until they were palm to palm and threaded the fingers of both their hands together. “I feel it too, you know. That we’re mates. I want to know everything about you, and to be honest, I’m kind of feeling the safe house.”
Chapter
Six
Silva
The mischief in Wylder’s gaze made Silva grin. “Working for you, is it?”
“You’re working for me,” Wylder said before kissing him again and swiping his tongue along the seam of Silva’s lips to get inside.
Silva hummed. “That’s a persuasive argument.”
It was Wylder’s turn to grin—cheeky and unashamed. “I thought so.”
Silva nudged him back by the shoulders. “You better finish making that bed then.”
As soon as Wylder stepped back, Silva reached for the button of his jeans. Wylder stopped moving, so Silva did too, hand stilled with his jeans still firmly in place.
“Fuck, that’s not fair,” Wylder said, taking another step back without turning, trying to keep his eyes fixed on Silva.
“Better watch where you’re going.” Silva chuckled when Wylder bumped into one of the side tables.
“You’re the worst.”
“I suppose I could be, but you’ll never find out if you keep stalling.”
“Stalling.” Wylder growled and got right back in Silva’s space. “One, you’re torturing me, and you know it. Two, it’s you. There’s no way you’ll be anything less than perfect.”
Closing the distance between their faces, Silva pressed a tiny kiss to his lips. “Make the bed.”
With a huff, Wylder did as he was told. Silva waited until he was done to finish unfastening his jeans. Wylder’s gaze was all dark heat as he bent to unlace his boots. He kicked those off and pushed the rest of his garments down and off, kicking the bundle aside once he’d stood back up.
The cut on his stomach was completely closed now. A bright red line was all that was left, and it was fading fast.
Wylder let out a low curse. “Look at you.” He stepped forward, fingers lightly tracing over Silva’s upper thighs and leaving gooseflesh in his wake. “Knew you’d be perfect all over.”
“I think you meanpale.”
Wylder smiled. “Pale perfection.” He leaned in, running his lips across Silva’s brow, his cheekbone, before finally taking his lips in a heated kiss. He pulled Silva close, Wylder’s fully clothed body pressed against the length of his. His own hardness was matched by the ridge he could feel grazing him through the rough denim of Wylder’s jeans.
“Shit.” Wylder broke away with a gasp, reaching down to grip Silva’s length and give him several firm strokes.
Letting out a shaky breath, Silva pulled Wylder’s shirt up until he had to release Silva to get it over his head. Before he could reach for Wylder’s pants, Wylder was back in his space, lips seeking his and hands running down Silva’s back until he’d fully cupped his ass.
A low growl rumbled in Wyld’s throat.