Chapter 10
Chapter
Ten
Milo woke up in Warrick’s bed, warm and happy and plastered up against that great big body.
By the time they had gotten home after the raid last night and gone out to eat, he’d felt like he’d taken a beating.
The adrenaline rush wore off, and the fact that somebody had pointed a gun at him and he’d had to dive out of the way, and that they’d taken Frost down had all combined to make him exhausted and a little weepy.
The hot roast beef sandwich had been amazing, though.
War had brought him home, stuffed him in the shower, washed him with extreme care, and then taken him to bed.
He felt better this morning, more settled.
This wasn’t going to change his whole outlook on life, and it wasn’t going to make him magically all healed from whatever trauma he had experienced, but it would help a lot.
He’d been hungry last night, really hungry, for the first time since he could remember, and for a minute during the fight he thought he might shift spontaneously.
It hadn’t happened like that, but it had been a close thing.
Warrick turned over, sliding an arm around him, and his hot lips landed on Milo’s neck. “Mmm. How are you feeling this morning, baby?”
Warmth filled him at the idea of Warrick calling him baby. “Better. Thank you for being so kind last night.”
“That’s literally my job, love. I’m your alpha mate. It’s my job to take care of you.”
“My big grizzly.” He patted Warrick’s chest. “Whatever will I do with you?”
Warrick gave him a toothy grin. “I can think of several things.”
“Oh, I bet you can.” In fact, he didn’t have to imagine it. He could feel Warrick’s hardness rising up against his belly.
“Tell me to stop now if you’re not into it, love. I will. It was a hard night and while I want to stake my claim on you again, it could be inappropriate, I know.” Those whiskey-colored eyes searched his, gaze very serious.
“No, no, I want you.” He wrapped his arms around Warrick’s neck, pulling the man down for a kiss. He felt free to love on Warrick. He felt as if he were cleaner somehow now. Milo would probably have to explore that feeling later, but right now it didn’t matter.
He just wanted Warrick inside him.
So he wrapped his legs around Warrick too, his heels digging into those heavy thighs. He wanted to be closer now. Good thing there wasn’t any clothing between them. It was easier that way.
He could feel Warrick’s cock against his, rising huge and hard. He loved how Warrick felt against him and there was a mat of crisp hair on his chest and a bush of it at his groin. It gave a whole other layer of sensation to rubbing up against him.
He dug his short nails into Warrick’s back, pulling him even closer. War gave him another kiss, and it burned. It felt like he’d had something too hot to drink, making his lips tingle and his tongue ache a little bit. It was fucking perfect.
“I’m going to knot you so hard, baby. We’re not going to come unstuck for days.” Warrick said it against his lips, and it was a deep growl that vibrated all the way down through Milo’s body to his cock, making his ass clench and moisture rush from him.
He panted, trying to catch his breath. Arching up, he bared his throat, begging for a mark.
Warrick gave it to him, clamping down on his throat with those strong teeth, giving him a real deep hard bite that he felt pulling all the way to the roots of his belly. That was a claiming mark, and he knew it. That was a statement.
He returned the favor, biting into Warrick’s shoulder with every bit of his strength, knowing he was going to leave a permanent scar with it. And that was fine with him. War was his. It went both ways.
They rocked together, both of them hot, both of them hard, and finally he felt Warrick’s fingers at his entrance, pushing, stretching him, opening him up.
“War, I need you. I need you inside me now.”
“Yes, baby, I promise I’m going to give you what you need.” Warrick bared his teeth, rearing up to pull Milo’s legs up over his shoulders.
The twinge in his thigh muscles was delicious, and Milo pulled with his legs, getting War right where he needed him to be. After that it was a simple slide and push, and he was open and taking everything War had to give him.
War’s deep groan sounded loud in his ears, and he gripped harder, clamping down with his inner muscles too.
War shouted, and then he started thrusting, long deep slow thrusts to begin with, which made Milo a little crazy. It was not enough. He needed something deep and hard and fast. He needed to know he was alive.
So he bit Warrick again, urging him on. “Knot me, damn it.”
Warrick roared, the sound ringing through the room, but it worked. His rhythm changed, becoming faster and faster, their bodies slapping together. His feet flopped up and down in the air, and he would have laughed about that, but he didn’t have the breath for it.
Warrick growled at him again, staring down at him with eyes that were flashing gold. “Don’t you dare laugh at me right now.”
“I’m not laughing at you, I promise.” No, this feeling was pure joy, pure mating euphoria.
He felt Warrick’s knot swelling inside him, and he squirmed to get more of the sensation. Warrick gave it to him, slamming into him until that knot was so swollen that they could barely tell where he ended and where Warrick began.
“I love you, Milo. I’m so proud of you.” Warrick’s words came out rough and breathless, but he could tell they were totally sincere.
He was proud of himself, too. He’d faced up to his fears and now he was going to live his life free.
Warrick slammed into him one more time, and then he ground their hips together, knot fully engaging, stilling them instantly. Warrick reached down between them and grabbed Milo’s cock, stroking it until he screamed, his body convulsing as seed shot over Warrick’s hand.
Warrick spilled deep inside him, letting him feel every second of it, every bit of come that filled him up until he thought he was going to explode.
They collapsed together, panting, his leg sliding down to the bed, but his arms still wrapped around Warrick to keep him close. “Love you.” He panted the words out. War needed to hear them.
“I love you too, baby. You’re amazing.” War sounded blown out, throat full of gravel. He shifted so Milo didn’t have all of his weight on top of him and yet they stayed deeply connected.
He felt like he could stay like this forever.
Even though he knew eventually they would have to get up and go back to their day-to-day life.
“Not now though,” Warrick told him. “Now we get to sleep together again.”
“And then food?” He’d eaten his weight in a hot roast beef sandwich, fries, gravy, a side salad, and apple pie last night, but his body was already ready for more. He’d really done a lot of work.
“And then food. We’ll have pancakes, bacon, and fruit.”
He snuggled up to Warrick, ready to doze again.
He had no idea how long he’d slept, but he and Warrick were not knotted anymore when, to his utter shock, he felt his bear come out. His body changed, his nose lengthening into a snout, his coat popping out all over himself as his black bear form took shape.
Milo wanted to roar with pure joy. He had shifted again finally. It had been so difficult the few times it had happened. His bear trusted him enough to come back to him.
He stuck his nose against Warrick’s neck and chuffed out a breath, making Warrick jump.
Warrick’s eyes went wide, and he stared at Milo for long moments before throwing his head back and laughing. Then he was grunting and snuffling because his bear, his giant grizzly, came out. The shift was almost immediate.
Thank God Warrick’s bed was built to withstand this kind of weight.
Milo rolled to his back and kicked his paws up into the air, doing the happy baby pose in black bear form. He could totally go for pancakes and bacon and berries, but he could also just stick his head in a honey pot and lick.
Warrick nosed him out of bed, and they padded to the kitchen, where War knocked the honey container down on the floor, spilling it rather than breaking it. They licked it up then headed outside the back door, which yielded easily to Warrick’s big paw.
The sun shone brightly, and he could hear the birds singing.
He could smell everything. Bears had the best sense of smell of any animal in the kingdom, and he let his nose range free.
Mostly he could smell Warrick’s musky scent right next to him, but there was so much more too.
He couldn’t wait to get out there and explore.
His bear was back and he was going to enjoy every minute of it.