Chapter 15
Dahy texted Jyran. They agreed to meet at the coffee shop at eleven the next day. Then he called Myka and chatted for a few minutes. She was excited about Jyran and him coming and said she’d see if she could have her break while they were there, so she could join them.
Once they’d hung up, Dahy walked around in the cabin. It wasn’t big. There was no other bed, and the couch in the living room did not look comfortable to sleep on. He was exhausted enough to do it, but in the end, he grabbed his toothbrush and got ready for bed. When Konrad still hadn’t come home when he was done, he padded into the bedroom, took off the hoodie but kept on both sweats and T-shirt. It was good to be dressed should he need to run in human form.
The bed smelled of Konrad, and he groaned as an aching need swept through him. It was insane to think a wolf could smell good, but Dahy rubbed his cheek against the pillow, wanting the scent all over him. His cock grew heavy and longing deeper than anything he’d ever felt before settled in his chest. His mate. He’d found his mate.
It wasn’t what he’d pictured. He could still leave. They hadn’t solidified the mating. He could run, could turn his back on Konrad and never come back. Pain swirled in his mind.
No, he couldn’t leave Konrad.
He didn’t want to be part of a werewolf pack. No squirrel ever did, but he couldn’t leave Konrad. And if he stayed, he could have a closer relationship with Jyran. A cousin he could see from time to time without fear. Hopefully.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and melted into the mattress. Konrad’s scent engulfed him, and he moaned as he wrapped the cover tighter around him.
Soon he was drifting. The world fell away. He was running up a huge oak tree in the summer sun, and inside there was a hollow as big as the tree itself, it was filled with cashew nuts, so many they almost fell out. Part of him understood it was a dream, but he didn’t care. He’d have enough cashews to last him through the winter.
Then the scent of wolf filled the forest, and he should run, his mind screamed at him to run, but it was his wolf, so he turned toward the scent instead.
A large, warm hand ran up his back. “You’re dressed.”
Dahy opened his eyes and looked around the dark room. “What?”
Konrad pulled him closer until he was resting his cheek against his bare chest. “I said you’re dressed.” He spoke low and his hands ran over Dahy’s back on top of the T-shirt.
“Yeah.”
“Are you cold?”
He shook his head, buried his nose against Konrad’s neck and inhaled. “I dreamed I had a huge oak tree filled with cashews.”
Konrad chuckled softly. “I have a bag of cashews you’d forgotten at Farris’.”
“Nice.” Dahy hesitantly slid a hand over Konrad’s stomach which earned him a groan and a hand finding its way in under the T-shirt.
Dahy slid a leg over Konrad’s thigh, also bare. Konrad hooked a hand behind his knee and hefted the leg up higher at the same time as he half rolled them, so Dahy was on his back and Konrad over him. Warm lips found his in a heated kiss. Dahy surrendered and opened for him. Their tongues tangled, and Dahy’s pulse was ringing in his ears.
“Is this okay?” Konrad whispered against his lips.
When Dahy nodded, he groaned.
“I want you.”
He could tell. The hard length pushing against him was pretty obvious.
“Dahy?”
He nodded.
“You’re mine.”
Obviously.
Konrad growled, and Dahy tensed. Then Konrad dropped his head and rested it against Dahy’s chest. “Will you be mine?” His entire being stilled as he waited for an answer. Dahy knew he was waiting for him to speak, but his voice had abandoned him.
“Dahy?” Konrad raised his head, and Dahy suspected he was looking at him. Wolves had better night vision than squirrels did, so he assumed Konrad could see him.
“Yes.” It wasn’t more than a whisper.
