Chapter 41 #2
“As I do you,” Mac murmured, kissing Ollie’s thumb as it brushed across his lips.
He smiled at his mate’s mewls of displeasure when he slowly withdrew his cock.
Then, giving Ollie a series of tiny, gentle kisses all over his face, Mac rolled both of them onto their sides, pulling his mate to his chest. Burying his nose in Ollie’s hair, he asked, “Carissimo, you okay?”
“Uh-huh,” Ollie answered, his eyes already closing as sleep claimed him.
Mac kissed the top of his sleeping mate’s head, inhaling his mate’s scent, relaxing as peace filled his soul.
Lying there and holding his mate while listening to his faint snores, Mac checked his wolf and smirked—their animals were wrapped around each.
It was perfect. Tightening his arm around his mate’s waist, he pulled him closer and fell asleep, reveling in his delicious scent.
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After three days of endless sex, Ollie entered the clearing that was their sitting room and gingerly sat down on a pillow his mate had placed on the seat for him. Hearing Mac chuckle, he looked at him, smirking. “Laugh all you want, but you aren’t doing any better.”
Mac shifted slightly in his chair and winced at the shot of pain that coursed through his ass. “True…but it was worth it,” he said.
“Definitely,” Ollie murmured, lifting the cover over a plate of food. “Ooh…I love Theo’s scrambled eggs.”
“He learned from the best,” Mac replied, scooping up a large spoonful of eggs and dumping them onto his mate’s plate. “Dakota is a natural-born teacher cause he’s very patient.”
When his plate was piled high with bacon, steak, toast, and breakfast potatoes, Ollie dug in, enjoying both the food and conversation with his mate.
There was a lot about Theo that he needed to catch up on, and he appreciated Mac filling in the blanks for him.
After Ollie ate the last bite of food, he placed his fork and knife on his plate, then leaned back and rubbed his stomach.
“That was delicious,” he said, smiling at Mac.
“It’s a good thing I got plenty of exercise the last few days. ”
Following suit with his utensils, Mac agreed, “My brother, Mason, used to do all the cooking for us until we came here. And while the food was good, it couldn’t hold a candle to Dakota’s…or Theo’s cooking.”
“I can believe that,” Ollie said, piling up the empty dishes. Then, looking around, he asked, “Do you think Theo would mind if we wanted these rooms to stay just as they are?”
“You like them.”
“I love them,” Ollie corrected. “Especially this room. It’s so relaxing. I can see us here after a day at the clinic, can’t you?”
Nodding, Mac agreed. “I don’t know what it is, but there’s something special in here…whenever I’m here, I feel good.”
“Me too!” Ollie exclaimed. “It’s the perfect place to unwind.
When I worked at Frontline Doctors and we sometimes lost a patient, I’d go for a run after hours to get rid of the stress it caused.
And then there were other days that were so hectic, I could have used something like this to settle my bear so I could get to sleep. ”
“I had days like that when I was taking care of Aunt Hope,” Mac recalled.
“She’s my mother’s sister and, after I lost my mother, I couldn’t bear the thought I might lose her, too.
” Mac glanced around the room and then said, “I’ll ask Tristan if it’s all right to keep these rooms just the way they are for as long as we’re here, okay? ”
Getting up, Ollie moved over to his mate and straddled Mac’s lap, leaning forward until their foreheads were touching. “I’d like that.”
Mac slid his hands up under Ollie’s shirt and smiled when his mate’s body shivered in response. He would never get used to how responsive his mate was, but before he could continue, a knock on the door interrupted him.
“Ignore it,” Ollie whispered as his cock grew hard. After exploring each other's bodies for the last three days, his mate knew where every one of his mate’s hot spots were, as evidenced by Ollie’s bulge.
Before Mac could agree, a couple of knocks followed by a pounding of a fist on their door could be heard. Groaning in frustration, he called out, “Who’s there?”
“Me,” Smokey growled.
“I’m here too,” Theo called through the door. “Tristan asked if you were available to see a couple of pups who have a fever. He’s afraid it could be something that could spread to the rest of the pups.”
Getting up, Ollie said, “Duty calls.”
“Right,” Mac said. “But keep that thought for later.” Standing up, he grasped Ollie’s hand and led him through the rooms to the bedroom door, pausing to give his mate one more kiss. Then, he opened the door and asked, “Did Tristan tell you where the sick pups are?”
“They’re at the clinic,” Smokey said, thrusting a map into Mac’s hand. “After you leave the house, turn right and head straight ahead. The clinic will be on your left. According to Tristan, you can’t miss it since it’s the only building that’s in halfway decent shape.”
Nodding, Mac said, “I just need to find my medical bag.”
“Here it is,” Theo said. “Remy brought it with all the other luggage.”
Taking it, Mac said, “Thanks.” Then, looking at Ollie, he asked, “Ready to get to work?”
“Absolutely,” Ollie said. “Let’s see what we’re dealing with.”
Nodding in agreement, Mac led his mate down the stairs and out the front door of the Alpha house. The thought that he would still spend the day with his mate and do what he loved was better than anything he could ever have imagined.
As they headed for the clinic, Mac seized his mate’s hand and murmured, “It’s gonna be a good day. I feel it in my bones.”
“Me, too,” Ollie smiled, knowing that this was only the first of many more to come.