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“Hi.” August greeted the doctor with a nod. “Micah, is all this really necessary?”
“Humor me.”
Resisting the urge to stick his tongue out like a child, August sat up straighter on the sofa and addressed Owen. “Okay, doc, let’s get this over with.”
The medic checked his pulse, prodded his stomach, and felt the glands in his neck. He went through a few other routine motions, likely to appease Micah, before declaring August fit and healthy.
“Are you satisfied now?” he asked when they were alone. “Would you please stop worrying so much?”
“I lost you once.” The cords in Micah’s neck jumped, and his eyes flashed with the amber light of his wolf. “I’ll destroy this entire fucking city before I let it happen again.”
It was a heady feeling to be loved so completely. It surrounded him, filled him with warmth, and chased away the bad memories. “Micah, come here.”
Opening his arms in invitation, he shivered in excitement when Micah’s hooded eyes darkened with need. Despite his protests otherwise, he had no desire to tame the beast. He did, however, look forward to claiming him.
His body quaked as Micah prowled toward him and knelt on the floor between his thighs. With a predatory growl, he whipped his shirt off over his head, revealing taut, tanned skin stretched over hard muscles.
Following his mate’s lead, August tugged his shirt off as well and discarded it over the back of the sofa. “Kiss me,” he whispered, needing to feel his mate’s mouth on him.
Arching both eyebrows, Micah leaned forward to capture August’s mouth while his hands mapped a trail of liquid fire across his torso. Those strong, capable hands danced along the swell of his hips, skimmed up his ribcage, and fluttered against his chest.
Then Micah pinched one coppery nipple between thumb and forefinger, taking advantage of his gasp to plunge his tongue deep into August’s mouth. August hissed, rocking his trapped erection against his mate’s chest as he swept his tongue against Micah’s, frantic for just one more taste.
“Touch me, baby.” Micah attacked his mouth again, giving him no time to answer. “Touch me,” he rasped.
Moaning low in his throat, August locked his legs around Micah’s waist, dragging him closer as he mapped each dip, curve, and hard ridge of his back and shoulders. The hunger and desire emanating from Micah pores saturated the air, wrapping around August like a living thing and giving off the most decadent scent.
Micah didn’t just kiss him. He possessed him, using his tongue, his lips, and his teeth to lick, bite, suck, and caress every inch of August’s mouth. Micah’s hands roamed his body, petting each inch of bare skin he could find until his fingers landed on the waist band of August’s jeans.
Popping the button open, he slid the zipper down and reached inside the tight denim, wrapping his fist around August’s straining cock. “Oh, fuck,” Micah breathed. “Yeah, baby, just like that.”
August cried out, bucking his hips and thrusting into Micah’s fist. His sac constricted, squeezing his aching balls, and the heated friction along his shaft sent electricity zipping down his spine.
“That’s it, baby. Jesus, you’re fucking gorgeous.”
Fisting his hands in Micah’s hair, August jerked him into a demanding kiss, thrusting his tongue through his parted lips and pillaging the depths of his mouth. Micah growled, but allowed August to dominate the kiss, to take what he wanted, and he wanted it all.
When Micah broke the kiss and closed his mouth over the vein in August’s throat, he didn’t need to verbalize what he wanted. His pointed canines scraped along his neck, not puncturing the skin, but silently begging for permission.
His mind screamed at him not to do it, not to break down that final wall between them, but his heart and his body wouldn’t listen. He needed Micah like he needed to breathe, and no matter how long they’d been apart, nothing could change that.
Tilting his head to the side, he leaned into his mate and shuddered. “I love you, Micah.”
Micah actually whimpered, an odd sound for such a large man, and his fangs pierced August’s skin with a muffledpop. The pinch of pain lasted only a moment, and then intense pleasure unlike anything he’d ever felt enveloped him in a cocoon of bliss.
Falling back against the cushions, August jerked and bucked as his orgasm ripped through him, expelling a river of sticky cream over his chest and abs. Gods, he didn’t know if he’d live through it, but he never wanted it to stop.
Micah pressed his wrist to August’s mouth as he nibbled along his jaw. “Your turn, sweetheart.”
Without hesitation, August sank his canines into the tender meat of Micah’s wrist, trembling with renewed arousal as his mate’s blood bathed his tongue. Embers smoldered in his gut, burning hot and spreading warmth throughout his body.
Without any barriers erected between them, August felt vulnerable, flayed and raw like an open wound. When his mate looked at him like he was now, though, with so much love and devotion it made him ache, August couldn’t be afraid.
“I have you now, Micah Hayden,” he whispered. “If you try to leave again, I will chase you. I will chase you, I will catch you, and I will beat your sorry ass all the way back home.”
Resting their foreheads together, Micah laughed before biting at August’s lips again. “I’ll hold you to it.”
Chapter nine
