“My mate,” Shaw whispered with reverence in his ear, nuzzling close and holding Brock tight.
“Mate,” Brock murmured.
“You’ve got to mark me, baby.” Shaw’s voice was low.
The man pulled his hips back, removing his shaft from Brock’s ass, and he moaned in disappointment at the loss. He didn’t want Shaw to leave his body. The man felt too good. He wanted Shaw’s cock to remain where it was and re-harden so he could fuck him again and again.
Shaw dropped onto the bed next to him and cupped his cheek. Blinking his eyes open, he stared at Shaw’s hazel eyes and could plainly see vulnerability and need.
“Bite me,” he gently coaxed, tilting his neck to the side, exposing the smooth length of his shoulder.
Brock licked his hips and sat up.
He wrapped one hand around the back of Shaw’s neck and the other around the man’s waist, holding him tight. Brock’s teeth lengthened as he stared down at Shaw’s unblemished skin, imagining how his bite mark would look. He scraped the sharp points against Shaw’s shoulder and the man shivered. Grinning, Brock licked the flesh before striking fast, sinking his teeth in deep.
Shaw shook and shuttered, letting out a shout. A splash of warmth shot out over Brock’s hip and he moaned. Shaw said his name over and over again like a prayer as he wrapped his arms around Brock, holding him tight. Licking the bite, Brock closed the wound.
Together the two of them fell onto the bed and held each other. Brock’s eyes fell shut and within seconds he was fast asleep.
Chapter 11
Shaw woke up with a smile on his face.
His nose tickled and he moved his face back and forth, scratching it against the top of Brock’s head. Opening his eyes, Shaw tightened his hold, keeping Brock’s face against his heart. Sometime during the night—after hours of making love—Brock crawled on top of him and passed out. He liked having his mate close. Brock’s masculine scent calmed both the man and beast.
“No, no, no,” Brock muttered, shaking his head. “I’m not ready to get up yet,” he complained.
“Shhh, you can sleep for a while longer.” Shaw kissed his forehead.
Rolling over, Shaw carefully deposited Brock onto the bed. He pulled the blanket up, covering his mate before making his way to the bathroom. Shaw flicked on the light and closed the door behind him on a soft click. Reaching inside the shower stall, Shaw started the water and stepped under the spray.
He used the complimentary bar of soap and shampoo to wash away not only the sweat from the long drive, but Brock’s scent. He was disappointed as his mate’s delightful smell washed down the drain. But at least he could have it on his skin once more—the sooner, the better, in his opinion. He loved having the man’s scent coating his skin.
Shaw moved quickly. He rinsed off once more before shutting the water off and stepping out of the stall. Grabbing one of the white towels, he briskly wiped it over his skin before shutting off the light and heading into the bedroom.
He spotted Brock still lying in the same place he left him. Shaw picked up his clothes and slowly got dressed while keeping his eyes glued to Brock.
He was so beautiful—his face relaxed in sleep, swollen pink lips, the curve of his neck, and Shaw’s bite mark. Any paranormal that came near Brock would know the man was taken. There wouldn’t be any doubts. Shaw couldn’t help the smile from forming on his lips.
He’s mine. He’s my mate.
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Brock’s nose twitched as the smell of fresh-brewed coffee filled his senses.
“Mmmm,” he groaned, smacking his lips together.
“If you want the coffee, you have to open your eyes, lover,” Shaw coaxed.
Brock stretched out his body, arching his back. He moaned. His body ached, but only in the best ways. Opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was Shaw’s beautiful face.
“How are you feeling?”
“Perfect.” Brock sat up and held out his hand and Shaw placed the hot cup against his palm. He took a sip, the caffeine slowly waking him up. “You already showered?” he asked, even though it was obvious from Shaw’s long hair braided and hanging over his left shoulder.
“Yeah.” He nodded. “And I went out and got coffee and breakfast. I also fueled up the truck so that we’ll be able to get on the road.”
“I wish we could just lock the door and stay inside this room all day.” Brock wanted to relive the night they’d shared.
“As soon as we get to the house, we’ll lock the door and spend weeks in bed.”
“Promise?” Brock asked, raising a brow.
“I don’t need to promise, lover. I can guaran-damn-tee it.”