the beautiful human sleeping in his bedroom.
What would Gavin think if Saul just left one day after they made love? "I
can't. I have other matters to deal with here. Maybe in a few weeks."
"A few weeks?" Finn repeated in disbelief.
"Have you lost your mind? You said the full moon plus three days when you
left. What's going on with you?"
When he'd left, he had only planned a full moon with a
one-night stand, then a few boring days to review the finances of a pack member
who had businesses here. Suffice to say, that had all changed now.
"I assure you, I have my reasons. I'll share them with
you and the pack soon enough. Just, not right now."
"But Saul—"
"Say hi to the pack for me, bro," Saul cut him off.
"See ya."
Without allowing the other werewolf to say anything else, he
ended the call and put his cell phone on silent mode. He tossed it onto the
living room couch and returned to the bedroom, where Gavin still slumbered
quietly.
As Saul joined him on the bed, Gavin curled against Saul's
chest and murmured something that even Saul's sensitive hearing couldn't
understand. Saul covered both of them with the blanket and closed his eyes.
He'd worry about his asshole-ish pack tomorrow. For now, he'd just enjoy his
mate. That was the only thing that counted.
Chapter Five
In his dream, Gavin was burning up. Every single inch of him
buzzed with the fire of passion. Saul's hands were everywhere, his lips
exploring Gavin's body, testing his reactions. His clever fingers tortured and
teased, rubbing Gavin's nipples, sliding over his sides, and finally, reaching
for his dick.
With a smug, sexy grin, Saul knelt between Gavin's legs and
licked his lips. He swirled his tongue over the head of Gavin's prick,
awakening every nerve ending in his body.
"Mmm... You taste so good, my sweet mate."
In that moment, Gavin realized this wasn't a dream at all. He
could hear the truth of it in the husky sound of Saul's voice. He shook off the
lingering remnants of sleep, and he took in the sight of the dark head bobbing
up and down his hard dick. It was such a paradox. A day before, Gavin had never
thought he could wake up in bed with such a sexy man giving him head, but at
the same time, nothing Gavin could have ever dreamed up would have felt so
good. And hey, who was Gavin to question it? As Saul's hands landed on his
hips, Gavin surrendered to his lover and to the pure sensations Saul's
ministrations awoke within him.
Following his instincts, he tried to thrust into Saul's
mouth, but Saul seemed to have decided a little torture was in order. He
alternated hard, almost ruthless sucks with lazy exploration. One moment, he
was tracing the biggest vein of Gavin's cock with his tongue, and next, he
bypassed Gavin's dick altogether, choosing to mouth Gavin's balls instead. And
just when Gavin thought he finally got a grip on the sensations, the other man
returned to taking Gavin's prick all the way into his throat, practically
demanding his cum.
Under the circumstances, Gavin couldn't withstand the
overwhelming rapture for too long. He came with nearly embarrassing swiftness,
arching his back as he filled Saul's mouth with his spunk.
Saul drank down every drop of Gavin's offering, and his body
trembled as he followed Gavin over the edge. As Saul's hot cum hit his leg, it
occurred to Gavin that the two of them responded to each other with the exact
same amount of enthusiastic desire. Somehow, that made the afterglow of Gavin's
orgasm even better.
As Saul finally released Gavin's spent dick from his mouth,
Gavin said, "That was a nice good morning."
"I'm glad my efforts were appreciated. Now... breakfast
in bed?"
Gavin highly anticipated spending the whole day with Saul,
but he caught sight of the clock on the wall. Just like that, he remembered.
He'd been so focused on the problems of his personal life that it hadn't
occurred to him he had a job to go to in the morning. "Shit. I need to get
to work."
Taking into account that he
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