Chris's brows shot up, and his tension returned. "He's your prisoner? You can't keep him. Eric will worry about him. He'll report him missing to the police!"
Declan cocked his head. "Eric?"
"His partner," Manon supplied.
"I see," Declan muttered, drawing the words out. "Then I have to ask for ye and Chris to take responsibility for his actions."
"Can I suggest inviting Eric here and explaining things to him?" Chris asked. "I could stay and help."
Manon wanted to groan, but knew as soon as the words were out of his mate's mouth, his alpha would take Chris up on his offer.
Declan confirmed his suspicions a second later when he said, "Excellent idea. Thank ye, Chris."
It took four, nerve-racking hours for Eric to arrive and have everything explained to him, Daren and Baxter, before Manon could take his mate home. Hours where his dick remained hard with anticipation for the event to come, claiming his mate. Manon could hardly wait.
Chris yawned next to him while sitting in Manon's Camaro. He glanced over at him before returning his attention to the road. "You okay, cher? Gonna fall asleep on me?" he teased, although it was definitely a concern after everything Chris had been through.
"Oh." Chris rolled his head where he rested it on the headrest. "You backing out, big boy?" he teased.
Manon growled. "Never."
"Hmm." His mate's seductive purr made him pull his gaze away from the road again. "That's good, because I plan to do zero to sixty in five point two seconds."
While speaking, Chris reached over and palmed Manon's hard dick through his sweats. He groaned. "Oh, fuck, yeah. Just a few more minutes," he said, moaning and thrusting his hips.
"Then you'd better hurry, because this is getting tired of waiting," Chris stated.
To Manon's shock, Chris lifted his hips and slid his sweats down his hips just enough for his engorged dick to spring free and slap his stomach. As he watched, Chris wrapped a fist around his shaft and stroked.
"Ah, zut," Manon muttered, having a hard time returning his focus back to the road.
Chris smirked, probably at his curse.
"You goin' to be da death of me, mate," he grumbled.
Chris froze for just a second. "I hope not. I want you around for a while," he replied. Then he hissed, swiping his thumb over his precum slicked head. "Oh God."
Manon almost missed his turn at the noises escaping his mate's mouth. Wrenching the wheel to the left, Manon narrowly avoided hitting the curb, but managed to maneuver into Chris's apartment parking lot.
A squeak came from the other side of the car, drawing Manon's attention. Chris lost his grip on his dick and flailed his good arm, trying to keep from being flung against the door.
Manon quickly grabbed Chris's forearm and held him in place. "Sorry, cher," he apologized.
Chris rolled his eyes. "You did that on purpose so I couldn't keep playing." He stuck his lip out, pouting so cutely.
Letting go of his arm, Manon grinned and parked the car. "Don't worry, cher. We'll be playing in just a moment." He turned and gave his mate a heated gaze, taking in his still revealed, hard cock and flushed head. "So sexy," he growled.
Instead of giving in to his desire to lean over and suck down Chris's dick, Manon opened his door and exited the vehicle. He was around the hood in an instant, yanking open the passenger side door. Manon couldn't hide his eagerness and pulled his mate from the car. He used his body to keep anyone from viewing his sweet lover's nakedness and captured Chris's mouth in a plundering kiss.
Manon groaned at his mate's taste, delving deep, relishing how Chris quickly opened to him. He cupped his human's jaw, sweeping his thumb over Chris's soft skin. Manon growled at the way Chris shuddered in his arms.
The roar of an engine in the distance reminded Manon where they were. Manon ended the kiss and rested his forehead on Chris's. "We need to go in before we do something illegal," he muttered, helping Chris right his sweats.
Chris groaned, pressing the heel of his palm to his clearly defined erection. "Inside. Now!"
Growling, Manon wrapped an arm around Chris's waist and hustled him into the apartment building. "This would be a hell of a lot easier if you just moved into my place," he stated absently, pushing the elevator button impatiently.
"W-what?"
Manon realized what he'd just muttered just as the bell dinged and the door opened. He pulled his clearly surprised mate into the elevator, pushed the appropriate button for Chris's floor, and wrapped him into his arms.
Looking into his mate's wide gray eyes, Manon said, "I guess I shouldn't have sprung that on you like this."
Chris's expression didn't change.
"We're a team now, you and I. You're my mate. You're everything to me. I want you with me," he declared.
For asecond, Manon didn't think Chris would say anything. Then his lips curved into a smirk and he whispered, "Love me, love my cat."
Manon's eyes widened, but noticed that Chris blushed so cutely.
"I always wanted to say that," Chris stated.
It took Manon a second to find his tongue. "I do love you, Chris. And in time, I may learn to love Rose." His grin grew big. "But I am a wolf, so she'd better obey."
Chris snorted. The elevator doors opened. Manon dragged his lover to his apartment and waited impatiently for him to unlock the door. As soon as the door opened, Manon pulled his human into the place. To his surprise, Chris jerked them to a stop.
Manon turned and lifted a questioning brow, wondering what the problem was. Whatever the issue was, it couldn't be more important than burying his dick in Chris's ass and claiming his mate.
"I love you, too," Chris whispered, holding his gaze.
Except that.
Manon smiled. He cupped Chris's face and brushed his lips against his lover's once, twice before pulling away. "And I love you. Let me show you how much by worshiping every inch of your body."
Chris nodded quickly. Manon couldn't resist wrapping his arms around Chris, gripping his ass, and pulling him off his feet. His mate quickly wrapped his arms around his neck and legs around his waist and clung to him. It aligned their cocks so nicely, and Manon groaned as hard flesh pressed against his erection.
Manon felt thankful that he knew the apartment by heart now, because he took Chris's mouth in a deep kiss that made paying attention to other things nearly impossible. He made it to the bedroom with little trouble and pressed Chris onto the mattress.
A yowl of protest filled the air and Chris arched and twisted. From beneath him shot a white ball of fluff. Manon snickered, but Chris smacked his arm. "Be more careful," he admonished. "She's fragile."
It took everything in him not to roll his eyes. "She's fine. Next time, maybe she'll move when she sees us coming." He didn't really care about the cat, but knew enough that she really was okay. Getting a little squished certainly hadn't hurt her vocal cords or motor ability.
Not wanting to discuss Rose, Manon decided a little distraction was in order. He eased away from his mate and undressed. The way Chris licked his lips and had his gaze riveted to Manon's hard shaft sent a wash of need through his body. His balls pulled tight, and Manon knew he didn't have long before he'd blow. He'd waited too long for this.
"Naked. Now!" he ordered.
He knelt on the bed and grabbed the waist of Chris's sweats. His mate facilitated his request by lifting his hips. Manon swept the soft fabric off his legs, slipping the still wet sneakers off with them. While Chris worked his t-shirt over his head, Manon massaged his mate's feet, warming and drying them at the same time.
Once done with Chris's feet, he moved to his calves, massaging and kissing the pale, toned muscles. When he reached Chris's knee, Manon lifted one of his legs, flicked out his tongue, and licked the back of it.
Chris gasped and moaned. His good hand tangled and untangled in the comforter. He threw his injured wrist above his head, and the fingers twitched.
Pleased by Chris's response, Manon went to work nipping, sucking, and kissing the sensitive skin. After a few minutes, he switched to the other leg.
A glance up showed the most spectacular sight Manon had ever seen. Chris had spread his legs wide, his body gleamed with sweat, his chest heaved with each breath, and his blood-engorged cock tapped his stomach and oozed pre-cum, creating spider-webs of clear fluids on his skin.
Manon realized he needed to taste his lover more than he needed his next breath. He shifted forward, grabbed Chris's silk- covered steel erection with one hand, and swallowed it down with his mouth.