But he stopped there, resisting the temptation to take what he wanted, and waited to see what the male would do.
Sammy gasped, the sound sticking in the back of his throat. His pulse thrummed quick and steady, and the unmistakable scent of desire wafted off him, making Dominic’s head spin.
Then slowly, tentatively, Sammy leaned in, closing the gap to rub their mouths together in a featherlight touch. When Dominic growled his approval, he did it again, then a third time, growing bolder with each repetition.
He tilted his head back with a breathy moan, his lips parted in an invitation Dominic couldn’t refuse. Tightening his grip, he slanted his mouth over Sammy’s and plunged inside, desperate for even the smallest taste of him.
Their tongues met and twined, gliding together in a sensual rhythm. He pushed deeper, pillaging the warm depths of his mate’s mouth, instincts spurring him to mark the male in any way he could.
It wasn’t enough. Sammy had ignited a spark in him that wouldn’t be extinguished, and he wanted more.
“Come on, everyone!” Saint called, his voice piercing through the haze of desire. “Gather ’round! It’s time!”
Breaking the kiss, Dominic sat back with a snarl. He was going to murder his baby brother.
Sammy, on the other hand, chuckled, even if it sounded a bit breathless. “Go on,” he said, pushing at his shoulders. “You don’t want to miss the run.”
Dominic hesitated. “What about you?”
“I’m not really into cardio.” He winked and motioned toward a small group near the buffet tables, a mix of humans, witches, fae,and one demon. “I’ll stay with the other partners and help watch the little ones.”
“Are you sure?” He hated the idea of leaving him alone, even for a couple of hours.
“I’m very sure.”
“Dom!” someone shouted from the shadows beyond the fire. “Are you coming?”
“Go. Do wolf things.” Sammy sat forward and brushed their lips together. “I’ll be right here when you get back.”
“I’ve never had anyone waiting for me before,” he admitted, surprised by how much the idea appealed to him.
“Well, now you do,” Sammy assured him with a heartbreakingly tender smile. “For as long as you want me.”
Forever, Dominic thought. He wanted forever with him.
Because anything less would be nothing short of a tragedy.
Chapter nine
The full moon celebrations had lasted until sunrise, but by the following evening, life at La Madriguera had settled back into its natural, quiet rhythm.
A little too quiet for Sammy’s liking, and he didn’t trust it.
Alone in the media room, he tucked his feet under him on the coffee-colored leather sofa and burrowed deeper into the fleece blanket wrapped around his shoulders. The intention had been to stream a favorite movie and lose himself in the comfort of familiarity for a couple of hours.
Instead, he sat staring at the screen without really seeing it, his mind a jumble of possibilities, each one more concerning than the last. He had no delusions that his mother would lose interest and move on, leaving him free to live his life.
Yet, she had been in possession of the locket for at least a week now, and so far, nothing had happened. She hadn’t contacted him. He hadn’t been summoned.
According to Dominic, the original contract had a ten-year term attached to it. With Chandler dead, that meant no one could use the relique to control him until it expired.
In theory.
Nothing with his mother was ever that cut and dry.
“There you are.”
Stiffening at the sound of the deep baritone, Sammy shifted his gaze from the television to the figure standing in the doorway.