“What’re they like?”
Blake was still grinning as he stalked back towards the stairs. “Would you like me to show you, Pem?”
Pember let out a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a whimper. “Y-yeah. Yes, please. I’d really like that. But, can you hurry?”
“I’m coming,” he said, sprinting back up the stairs and into his bedroom. Sliding open his bedside table, he pulled out a little black box. “Can you open the door or should I scale the drainpipe?”
Pember laughed, followed by a string of breathy moans. “As if you could… fit… through the… window. H-hurry, Blake.”
“I’m coming, Pem. I’m coming.”
CHAPTER 25
NIGHT CALL
Pember
He’d asked,and Blake had come.
Seeing the alpha standing in his doorway sent a wave of desire straight to his core. Blake’s skin seemed to shimmer as the moonlight poured in through the living room window.
His mismatched eyes were darker, hyper focused, the predatory gaze of his wolf staring through. He tracked the tiniest twitch of Pember’s facial muscles, the bob of his Adam’s apple, and as he shut the front door, Pember could make out every click and slide of the locking mechanism.
Something was passing between them. An awareness. An acknowledgement that the world outside was gone, and only they remained in their little corner of the universe.
“Alpha,” Pember whispered, fingers curling around the front of his deep blue dressing gown.
“Omega,” Blake replied, voice so low it made the hairs on the back of Pember’s neck prickle.
He was a beacon of sensations ready to ignite, and as Blake closed the gap between them, the small flame in Pember’s belly roared to life. Blake gently ran a hand around the neckline of hisrobe, and Pember could hear every stitch of fabric as it passed beneath his thumb.
They hadn’t broken eye contact since he walked through the door, and even when the alpha slipped a finger into the tie around his waist, Pember couldn’t look away.
“Are you sure?” Blake whispered, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger.
Pember nodded.
“Say it,” Blake replied, slipping another finger around the tie.
Pember’s gaze slid to Blake’s throat, before flicking back up to his eyes. “I want this,” he said, the words barely above a whisper. “I want you.”
The rumble in Blake’s chest made Pember tremble. He wet his bottom lip, letting out a breath as Blake finally pulled the waist tie free. The robe hung open, revealing a strip of his bare body to the cold room. His cock slipped through, the tip already shiny and wet beneath his foreskin.
He’d been feverish all day, barely able to get out of bed. There’d been a brief period of reprieve in the early afternoon, but the second Blake’s car pulled up it had started all over again. His wolf knew what it wanted, and it had been pacing impatiently in the back of his mind all evening.
Blake’s short nails caressed the nape of his neck, making Pember moan and lean back into the touch. A rush of slick warmed his insides, causing his eyes to drift shut.
“Look at me,” Blake whispered, the fingers of his other hand splaying across his belly. “I want you to look at me.”
Brows pinching together, Pember tipped his head back and met Blake’s dark gaze.
He leaned forward, pressing the ghost of a kiss to Pember’s chin, and another to his lips. The second was hotter, wetter, and Pember realised he’d swiped his tongue over his lip. Sucking it into his mouth, he tasted peppermint, and something about thatmade Pember smile a little. The smile quickly turned slack when Blake stroked a knuckle up the length of his cock.
Pember let out a shuddering moan as the pad of Blake’s thumb circled around his tip, spreading a bead of pre-come through his slit. His toes curled, mouth falling open when Blake drew down his foreskin, exposing his sensitive head to the air.
His body involuntarily clenched around the plug buried in his crease, and he was grateful for the weight and warmth of it grounding him under the alpha’s touch.
“Beautiful,” Blake whispered, pressing his mouth to Pember’s forehead. “You are so fucking beautiful, Pem.”
