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The transformation was smooth and effortless now for Wick. Justice did the same.
“You passed shifter training with flying colors.” Justice kissed Wick’s sweat-dampened lips. He was breathing heavy but it wasn’t from the run anymore.
“Alpha,” Wick whispered worshipfully.
Justice’s chest swelled. Without further thought, he sated his animal and drew Wick towards his throat.
“Mmm. Goddamn. Each time feels better than the last.” Justice reflexively thrust his leaking dick into Wick’s slick abs. He was too revved up and it felt like Wick was putting some extra feel good into his bite this time, the sensual sucking making Justice’s toes curl. He squeezed his eyes tight. “Fuck, babe. You’re gonna make me come.”
He drank until he couldn’t drink another drop. If Wick had to describe what it was like feeding from his Beloved, it was comparable to a human going to an all you can eat smorgasbord of their favorite foods. Wick didn’t have a bland diet. Yes. Justice tasted different at different times. Right now, he tasted bold and spicy, his alpha supremacy so close to the surface. Earlier, in the shower, he’d tasted sweeter, his affection for his mate flooding through him and right into Wick. But there was always the underlying taste of Justice’s pure Siberian blood. A taste like no other in the world. He’d had many Russian donors… but no one tasted like this.
He’d overindulged and Justice seemed to spur him on by adding his come to the stimulating scents already overwhelming him. After Wick finished sealing his bite – that would never fully heal – and cleaning his Beloved’s neck and throat, he slithered down Justice’s hard body to clean him down there as well.
Wick was in love. There was no doubt about it. He’d lived so long and never felt the elusive emotion, so it’s no wonder he recognized it right away. Being around Justice made recognizing beautiful things easy. They were hard to miss now.
He rested his head on Justice’s chest while he listened to the nocturnal animals prowl for dinner. A loud grumble followed by a pitiful gurgle penetrated Wick’s euphoria. “Bloody hell. Was that your stomach?”
“Yep.” Justice’s low laugh turned into another loud groan. “Now, I don’t want to move. I think your laziness is rubbing off on me.”
They laid there about another half an hour until it got to the point where neither Justice nor Wick could take Justice’s stomach growling any longer. “You’re scaring away the bunnies. Come on. Let’s find you some food.”
They stopped at the edge of the lawn and put their clothes back on. As they walked up the scenic driveway to the cabin they saw that Henry and Ramon were both standing in the doorway.
“Greetings, Wick and Justice. Looks as if you had an eventful evening.” Henry gave a slight bow when he and Justice passed. Wick was used to this, but Justice wasn’t. Regardless, his mate didn’t look to be concerned with the formality, because the smells wafting from the back of the cabin were too much of a distraction. Turning the corner to the huge kitchen, Justice looked like he was going to drool all over the nice floor. There was an assortment of fruits, meats, and cheese platters spread across the black granite-top island. However, it was the cast iron skillet that was smoking on the cooker, its contents creating the spicy aroma that had his mate’s eyes popping out of his skull. Wick was pleased with Henry and he let him know it. A member of his staff had not only made sure to see to Wick’s needs but to his Beloved’s as well.
Justice gave Henry a look of total fascination. “You learned to cook all this in one day… um, evening? That is crazy!”
“Ramon took me to the local grocery store and the Centro Meat market.” Henry beamed. “I’m a pretty quick learner. It was quite entertaining actually, grocery shopping. I’ve never had the reason to. Then, I did some World Wide Web searching. Did you know you can get step-by-step instructions on just about anything? It’s called the youtubs. A young lad at the market told me about it. It all came to me rather easily. Cooking is not difficult once you figure out how to use the ranges.”
Justice chuckled, clamping Henry on his shoulder when he walked past him. “I’m pretty sure it’s pronounced You. Tube. Regardless, I’m crazy impressed no matter where you learned it, it looks amazing, and I promise not to let a single bit go to waste.” Justice pecked Wick on his cheek and darted off to the washroom.
“This really is something, Henry. How did you manage this?” Wick walked over to the deep, stainless steel sink and washed the grime and dirt off his hands and from under his nails. He looked over the two pots and picked up a flat utensil he’d just seen Henry using to push around some steaming yellow and green chunks.
