Pack Shaman and wolf shifter, Reece, has been mated to Sean for years. Even though their love for each other is true…there has always been something left unspoken, something missing between them.
With Sean’s hybrid body warring between his vampiric thirst and his wolf’s need, he can’t believe it when the one thing he secretly wants yet can’t give his mate literally falls into his arms. How is he going to hold it together long enough to understand and accept the cost it brings, when all he can think about is getting five minutes alone with Reece?
The moment the last of the pack had left his cabin and Tehya has been once more settled into the spare room with Sarah and the wet nurses, Reece’s eyes sought out Sean. His very blood zinged through his veins as the power of the spirits coursed through his body. His cock lay thick and heavy against his abdomen, jerking when he spotted his hybrid mate watching him with an intense gaze—his nails unsheathed and digging into the arms of the chair he sat in. Sean had a near-feral glaze to his eyes, the red flecks had grown larger, giving the pupils a ruby appearance—a clear indication that his thirst was riding him hard. He had the cure for that.
All it took was a small step to the side to showcase the long expanse of naked thigh and hip his loin cloth didn’t cover to his mate and Sean leapt from the chair and hefted Reece over his shoulder in one quick movement. The air oomphed out of Reece as Sean practically ran through the cabin and slammed their bedroom door behind them. He slid over to the bed, tossing Reece onto the soft down coverlet like a bag of potatoes, and Reece loved every rushed second of it. The crazed expression on Sean’s face, the laboured breaths that expanded his chest and pushed his erect nipples out had Reece’s ass clenching at the unspoken promise of the reaming it was no doubt about to receive.