After a moment's hesitation, he fastened the shower head in the hold and grabbed the bottle of bodywash.
He met Franklin's gaze for a second before widening his stance a fraction and running his hands over his groin.Soon his cock was pointing out of a cloud of foam, and Franklin grinned.Next, Axar glared at him as he reached behind himself and washed his crack.
Heat exploded inside Franklin, and he slid his hands up Axar's thighs before cupping his balls with one hand and curling the other around his shaft."Slippery."He gave him a lazy tug, and Axar's breath stuttered.
"Are you sure you're all soaped up?"He moved his hand from Axar's balls over his taint, moaning at the slick touch.
"Ngh."Axar closed his eyes, his lips partly open, and he moved his feet to give Franklin more room.He slid his fingers farther back and brushed over his hole.Axar jerked but kept his eyes closed, and a small moan mingled with the steam from the water.
"Fuck, baby."Franklin kissed his hip despite it being soapy.Not the taste he wanted, but he did it anyway.He pumped Axar's cock while teasing his opening with soapy fingers.
"We should get you rinsed off and into bed."
Axar met his gaze.There were droplets in his eyelashes, and he still had foam in his hair.Franklin reluctantly removed his hands from Axar's body and got to his feet.He reached for the shower head and began the process of washing all the foam away.
"Do you know how shifters mate?"He put a finger underneath Axar's chin to tilt his head in a way to make sure he didn't get any shampoo in his eyes.
"I assumed it was like any other species."
Franklin grinned."I meant how shifters have destined mates, not the act itself."
Axar's eyebrows shot up."I thought it was a myth."
Franklin stilled, water washing down Axar's back."No.It's not a myth.There is a mate."
"Oh..."Axar looked uncertain."And yours is--"
"You."
Axar's eyes were so wide, Franklin winced.Damn, maybe he should've told him some other way.
"Me?But I'm not a shifter."
"It doesn't have to be a shifter.The Foolshope alpha is mated to a healer."
Axar's eyes remained too wide for Franklin's liking."There is an alpha in Foolshope?"
"Outside.Their land borders the community."
"Oh.I didn't know we had shifters in Foolshope.None of my ghosts has ever wanted me to find anything there."
Fear grabbed hold of Franklin.He could picture Axar running off on pack land in the middle of the night, chasing some ghost, and not having a clue he was trespassing.Most shifters didn't take kindly to psychics wandering around in their territory.
He rinsed off the last of the lather and shut the water off.Then he stepped out on the tiled floor outside the shower stall, despite being dripping wet, and reached for a towel.
"From now on, please don't follow any ghosts without taking me with you.Sometimes you have to call ahead to be allowed onto pack land."Though, how would he explain to other packs that his mate was following a ghost around and try to fix whatever was keeping them here.Was it what he was doing?Solving the problem that kept them here?
"Okay."
Simple.No protest.Franklin smiled at him and patted him down with the towel, mindful of the cuts and bruises."So...you're my mate."
Axar didn't reply.Franklin stopped his patting and met his gaze.Time stood still, then Axar's shoulders slumped."What do I have to do?"
Franklin huffed at the question."You don't have to do anything.I, on the other hand, will go mad if I don't get to be around you."
"Be around?"
"Smell you, hold you, touch you."
