Riley wished he knew when that was, if ever. He knew he would never be sappy like his brothers or his father. He just wasn’t built that way. But he wanted Sterling to know how much the man meant to him.
Riley started to grow frustrated with his inability to express how he felt about Sterling. He gritted his teeth and searched his brain for the right words, but none came to mind, none that he could speak, anyway.
“Ssshh,” Sterling whispered as he pressed a soft kiss to the corner of Riley’s mouth. “You’ll find the right words when you’re ready.”
Riley wanted to say something, anything. Sterling deserved it. But then the man started moving, jerking his hips up and down at a rapid pace, and Riley forgot his own name, let alone trying to speak an entire sentence.
“Sterling,” Riley groaned as he grabbed Sterling’s hips and started thrusting upward, driving his cock in and out of his mate’s tight ass. He dug the heels of his feet into the mattress and met Sterling’s rapid movements every time the man came down and impaled himself on Riley’s cock. He could feel the skin around his mate’s entrance expanding, giving as Riley’s cock drove inside his mate’s body over and over again.
“Fuck, Sterling, how do you—” Riley groaned and snapped his mouth closed when Sterling started some sort of circular motion with his hips, gyrating them and driving Riley’s cock further into his mate’s body. Gods, how did he know how to do that? It was driving Riley crazy. Sterling seemed to squeeze his inner muscles around Riley’s cock at the same time he dropped down onto him.
Sterling fell forward, swiveling his hips in a quick motion as he bowed his back, staring right into Riley’s eyes. “Are you going to bite me, Riley?”
Riley stared up at Sterling, unsure of how comfortable he felt at the wicked grin on his mate’s face. Sterling was kind of scary when he seemed that happy during sex.
Sterling wiggled his dark-blond brows. “Well, big boy, are you?”
Riley was suddenly reminded of Sterling calling out to someone in his sleep that he referred to as “big boy.” Had Sterling been dreaming of him? The mere thought that Sterling had been fantasizing about him, even in his sleep, all of a sudden took hold of Riley and overwhelmed him.
He growled, flipping Sterling over onto his back. What madness had control of him, Riley would never know. He grabbed a handful of Sterling’s hair with one hand and hiked the man’s leg up to his chest with the other. He had Sterling twisted into a pretzel. His mate’s knees were touching his ears as Riley slammed his cock into his mate’s giving ass. Riley pressed both hands into the mattress on either side of Sterling’s head, his mate’s feet at his ears. Gods, he was a debauched mess, and Riley was turned on even more. The man was bent in half and smiling up at him.
Smiling!
“Mine!” he growled right before he struck, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh between Sterling’s shoulder and his neck. The first sweet taste of his mate’s life-giving blood ripped the last of Riley’s control away from him.
He threw his head back as his loud roar filled the room, shaking the windows, as his release took hold of him and tossed him over the edge into bliss. As his cock thickened inside of Sterling, swelling to the point of trapping him inside his mate’s body, Riley heard his own cry of release echoed in his mate’s soft cry.
Riley pounded into Sterling’s pulsing ass, licking the wound closed as the last of his seed emptied from his tight balls. His arms quivered as sweat dripped from his face. His mate’s stomach was covered with his own cum as Sterling lay there jerking slightly, satiation riding his features hard.
Riley had enough of a brain cell to roll to the side when he dropped down onto the mattress, taking Sterling with him. Riley wrapped his arms around Sterling as the man snuggled into his chest. He could hear a happy little sound come from his mate, and he couldn’t help but smile. Sterling really was something else.
“Riley?”
“Yeah, baby?” he whispered against the top of the man’s head.
“Where’s my pig?”
Chapter Nine
Maverick walked into the diner, glancing around. He spotted the wolf physician he was there to meet almost immediately. He nodded at a few of the townspeople and smiled at a little girl with wide blue eyes as Maverick crossed the room.
The little girl reminded Maverick of when Melonee was that age. He remembered the first time he had laid eyes on her. Maverick had been afraid he would break her. She was so damn small. He had wanted to give her the world.
And still did.
His adopted daughter had grown up so fast that Maverick yearned for the days when she ran around the den causing havoc and had every warrior wrapped around her little finger.