Page 63 of Werewolf in Love
Will shivered when Sage carefully hugged him close during their initial kiss—not the kind of shiver that came with the muscle memory of terror, but the kind of shiver brought on by anticipation.Letting Sage touch him had got easier and easier, but some days, he still freaked out without knowing why.Sage never complained.He always let Will set the pace, and if Will couldn’t be physically close to him, he never made a big deal out of it.Never.
Will broke the kiss and licked his lips.“What would you say if I went to therapy?”
Sage’s brows rose.“I’d tell you that’s awesome, and ask what you need from me.”
Will looked off to the side.“I’ve been thinking about it.For a while now.”
“You could try it.No pressure.Just see if it works for you.You know, one of our customers is both a gorgon and a psychologist.I’ll drive you.”
“She said to give her a call, actually.If I wanted to talk to her.”
“Call her.”Sage cradled Will’s cheek in his palm.
Will kissed Sage’s hand.“I think I will.”
From there, he kissed down Sage’s arm, all the way to his neck, down his chest, and lower.
He’d learned to drive Sage mad like this, licking and sucking.It was exhilarating to know Sage would buck his hips and curse the skies if only Will wrapped his tongue around him in the right way, or grazed that sensitive skin just slightly with his teeth.Will’s wolf would do it for hours if he could, but Will never had the patience.
He didn’t today either.He did all the licking he wanted, and then he licked back up Sage’s body, the skin of Sage’s abdomen and chest now salty with musk and sweat.
“I want you inside me,” he told Sage, who looked sweetly annoyed about the fact that Will’s mouth was no longer taking care of his cock.
“The new quince lube.”
“Yes.”
Will had no idea why anyone needed quince lube, but Sage had recently started selling his organic, non-magical lube online, and quince was the newest flavor.Sage fished for the bottle on the floor, popped it open, then stopped.
“Do you want me to stretch you open, sweetcakes, or do you want to do it?”
Will checked in with himself.He felt his wolf inside, relaxed and willing, so he nodded.“I want you to touch me.”
Sage slicked his fingers.“Okay.You tell me if you need me to stop or go slower.”
But Will didn’t need that.He lay on his side, one leg bent over Sage’s arm.Sage’s fingers inside him felt good, so good Will rocked against him, buzzing with need.
When Sage pulled out, Will growled, and Sage giggled.“So impatient.”
Sage pushed his cock inside Will, both of them lying on their sides and looking deep into each other’s eyes.It wasn’t always as easy as this, but when it was, Will could almost feel himself the way he wanted to be.Truly mended.
He wasn’t yet, but he would be, and moments like these, when the past stayed firmly in the past and only the present mattered were tastes of what he wanted.
“I love you,” Sage said.
“Love you back.”
Little else mattered as their bodies rocked against and into one another, as they rose like kites on a steady wind and came together, color and scent and the rhythm of each other’s hearts blocking out everything else.
When the world came back into focus, they held each other without the need to speak.This was home.This was safety.It was the place where Will had healed so much already, and where he’d heal until the wounds were nothing but scars resting smoothly under the raven wings of love.
Truly mended I will be,Will thought, but in his human form, it took words to make it happen.He’d work for it.He’d fight for it.He licked Sage’s neck and enjoyed his low chuckle.
Truly mended I will be, and then I’ll give you all of me.
“I love you so much, sweetcakes, even with the licking.”
Will settled in against his mate.These were the best kinds of mornings, and the wolf agreed.
