A Moment in Time(2)

"Yes." Apollo moaned the word as he reached down and opened his jeans.  He lifted his head to see Grayson drop down to his knees in front of  him.







"You were made for me."

Apollo gasped when Grayson leaned forward and deep throated him. He  nearly tumbled off the counter, caught off guard by Grayson's ability to  even do something like that. Apollo was no slouch in the size  department. Not many men could take all of his length.

"Damn, baby," Apollo groaned, his fingers sliding through Grayson's dark  hair, holding on as he shuddered and savored every second of what the  man was doing to his cock.

Grayson pulled back and licked and sucked with genuine enjoyment, making  the sloppiest sounds imaginable, hot, sexy sounds that drove Apollo  insane. When Grayson looked up at him from under his thick, black  lashes, all Apollo was able to do was gape at him in amazement.

The man was so goddamn beautiful kneeling in front of him with Apollo's cock in his mouth.

"Shit!" Apollo shouted when Grayson began to hum around his dick. The  vibrations were felt all the way to his toes. Grayson's tongue flickered  over the very tip of Apollo's cock, sucking in the clear liquid as his  lips created a vacuum seal around his shaft, nearly making him come.

Apollo was going to die a very happy man right now.

Grayson murmured Apollo's name around his cock, sending Apollo into a  wild craze. He began to fuck Grayson's mouth in earnest, feeling the  head of his prick sliding down Grayson's throat over and over again. His  thigh muscles quivered, his legs threatening to give out as his balls  drew so tight to Apollo's body that they actually hurt.

Apollo shouted as his back arched, his cock lodging in Grayson's throat  as hot jets of seed were ripped from his balls. White lights exploded  behind his eyelids, making him dizzy as hell. His head was throbbing as  he settled his body back down.

Apollo was gasping for air, pulling his cock free and praying he  wouldn't fall off the counter. Grayson's strong hands held him in place  as the man stood and leaned down to rest his head in the middle of  Apollo's stomach.

"Grayson." Apollo panted as he stared at the man that had just taken him  to heaven. He stroked his hands through Grayson's dark-chestnut hair,  threading the strands through his fingers. "Can I-"

A low rumbling laugh shook Apollo's stomach before Grayson turned his  head and glanced up at Apollo. "I kind of came when you did." Grayson  winked, seeming not a bit embarrassed that he had come without physical  stimulation of any kind. "It was hot."

Apollo's eyes rounded. "Okay then."

Grayson stood and then turned, walking to the sink to turn the water on.  He was back a moment later with some wet paper towels to clean Apollo  up.

"Thanks." Apollo flushed. He couldn't remember the last time he had had a lover that was so considerate.

Grayson grinned as he tossed the paper towels in the garbage before  tucking Apollo's cock back into his jeans and buttoning all of the  buttons. "It was my pleasure, believe me."

Apollo's curiosity about the man grew as he watched him walk back to the  sink and wet more paper towels. Even with the man facing away from him,  Apollo still felt the man's pain when he winced.

Apollo chuckled. "Warm water works a whole lot better."

"I was in a hurry," Grayson said as he tossed the paper towels. "The timer is about to go off on the oven."

"Timer?" The loud beep from the stove answered Apollo's confusion. "My oven has a timer?"

Grayson glanced over his shoulder as he reached for a potholder and the oven door. "You don't know that?"

"I didn't know I had an oven." A gourmet cook he was not. If he couldn't  order it by phone, bring it home already cooked, or heat it in the  microwave, he didn't eat it.

Grayson was all smiles as he pulled a pan out of the oven and set it on  the counter. Apollo leaned closer, his mouth starting to water as a  wonderful aroma started to fill the air.

"What is that?"

"It's like a breakfast pie." Grayson pulled two plates out of the  cupboard and set them down and then began dishing them up. "I don't  think I am different than any other man out there. I love meat."

Apollo laughed at the lecherous wink the man sent him. "Right?"

"I came up with this little recipe once when I was really hungry and  just had few things in my fridge. It's bacon, sausage, caramelized  onions, diced potatoes, cheese, and eggs, all cooked together in a pie  crust."

Apollo's eyebrows rose. "I had all of that in my fridge?"

Grayson nodded. "Yep."

Huh.

Who knew?

"I usually like to make biscuit gravy to go with the little pies, but  there wasn't time this morning. I promise I'll make it next time."







Next time?

There was going to be a next time?

"Grayson, I don't-"

Grayson's hand cupped Apollo's chin, tilting his head so that their eyes  met. "Once again I must beg your forgiveness, mi amore. In my eagerness  to have you I neglected to allow sufficient time for us to get to know  each other. I hope to rectify that now that we are mated."

Apollo blinked for a moment before his eyes searched Grayson's skin,  narrowing in on the bite mark on Grayson's neck, just under all of his  hair. Oh man, oh man, oh man. He knew what that was.

A bite mark, binding two wolf-shifters together for life.

Apollo's fingers fluttered to his own neck, trembling when they brushed  over a matching bite mark where his shoulder met his throat. He gulped  as he met Grayson's powerful gaze.

"You're my mate?"





Chapter 2




Grayson had never felt more satisfaction as he did when he slowly nodded  his head, not once breaking eye contact with the man that now held his  soul. "Yes, I am your mate and you are mine."

And Grayson couldn't be happier about that.

"When did-"

"Last night at the celebration of Ares and Simon's mating." Grayson  smiled as he ran his fingers along Apollo's jawline. "I took one look at  you and knew you were the other half of my soul, the wolf I would spend  the rest of my life with."

Grayson knew from the widening of Apollo's eyes that the man hadn't  expected his direct declaration, but he didn't care. He didn't even care  if he sounded sappy. He had never been this happy before. He felt like  he could float right off the floor.

He had found his mate.

"Your eyes are so beautiful, mi corazón. You make my heart ache."

Apollo's dark eyebrow slowly rose up, arching over his forehead before  his eyes dropped, staring down at hard cock barely concealed by  Grayson's shorts. "I don't think that's your heart that is aching,  Gray."

"Gray." Grayson grinned. "I like that."

Apollo flushed, his eyes darting away.

Grayson could see that Apollo was embarrassed, and nervous, and  confused. But he was also aroused, and that was always a good thing.  Grayson could work with aroused. Apollo was hesitant. Grayson had no  doubt that he could seduce Apollo to his way of thinking.

Besides, it wasn't like they had a choice now. They had both accepted  the mating bite. Their mating was already a done deal. Now, they just  had to learn to live with each other. And if Grayson's mother had taught  him one thing, it was that a way to a man's heart was through his  stomach.

And there was more than one way to seduce a man.

"Hungry?"

"God, yes," Apollo groaned. "I'm starving."

Grayson grinned as he turned to grab their breakfast and then carried  the plates to the small table near the window on the far side of the  kitchen. "You worked up quiet an appetite last night. You need to  replenish your energy before I drag you back to bed."

He sat down in one of the chairs then gestured to the other one,  inviting Apollo to join him. "Come sit and eat. I'll only bite if you  ask me to, mijo."

Apollo's eyebrows climbed up his forehead, but the man came over and sat  down. He stared for a moment, a quizzical expression on his face as if  he wanted to ask something but didn't know how to go about it. But then  he grabbed his fork and dug into his food.

Grayson smiled at the satisfied groan that came from his mate at the  first bite. Providing for one's mate was one of the most basic instincts  a wolf had. Knowing that he was not only providing for his mate but  that Apollo enjoyed the food he created satisfied something deep inside  of Grayson.

"I know you have questions, Apollo," Grayson said as he scooped up a  forkful of food. "You can ask me anything. I have nothing to hide from  you." Grayson placed the bite in his mouth, and then watched his mate as  he chewed. "And I will never lie to you, even if it makes me look bad."

"Is there something that will make you look bad?" Apollo asked.

Grayson shrugged. "I try to follow our laws, but I am no angel."

"Yeah, me either." Apollo shoveled a bite onto his fork and then paused  with it halfway to his mouth. "People see my brothers and me and think  we're invincible, that-"