Chapter 19 Will
Will
Will watched the bespelled mop clean out the laundry room with a mixture of soap water and vinegar. He could still just about smell the loup-garou in there, but at least it no longer looked like a gory scene from a slasher movie.
A shiver ran down Will’s spine. It had almost become a bloody murder scene, with Will’s body on the floor, the outline marked out in white chalk.
He had Carl to thank for the fact that it hadn’t, and while the asshole enforcer definitely still wanted Sage, Will wasn’t block-headed enough to deny that Carl and his sister had saved the day yesterday.
They helped save Sage, maybe even saved me.
Will was inclined to be grateful, but then, after last night and this morning, Will’s feelings for Sage had grown so much stronger, had solidified, and he wouldn’t let him go, not unless Sage told Will he wanted to be let go.
“Handjob for your thoughts.”
Will nearly jumped out of his skin. It was the first time Sage had ever managed to sneak up on him.
“Oh, yeah?”
Sage shrugged, and his blue eyes twinkled. “If you want to, sweetcakes.”
Sage had shaved. There was a small nick close to his right ear, but the newly smooth skin made Will want to nuzzle it, maybe explore it with his tongue. Before he’d consciously made the decision, he was kissing Sage on the cheek.
“So soft.”
Sage cleared his throat. “You like me better clean-shaven?”
Will considered that. “I like both. This is better for licking.”
Sage groaned. “Fine. Fine. Once, one single time, you may lick my cheek, but only because you nearly died last night.”
Will grinned. “Not because of what we did this morning?”
Sage closed his arms around Will, and his heart jumped in his chest.
“Yeah, because of that too. It was really okay for you?”
Will licked Sage’s cheek, taking his time and enjoying the shock on his mate’s face.
“It was very okay for me. Was that okay for you?”
Sage made a face and wiped the back of his hand over his cheek.
It might’ve wiped Will’s spit off, but not his scent.
“It was a one-off. Definitely not going to repeat this.” He gave Will a thoughtful look.
“We didn’t really have a chance to talk about you doing some damn strong magic while you were a wolf. ”
Will shrugged. “I didn’t try. Well, I tried when you told me to, with the healing, but not before.”
Sage took Will’s hand and led him to the couch. As soon as they sat, Lemon snuck out from its hiding spot to pounce on Will’s feet, so he pulled his legs up onto the couch, which was helpful since it made it easier to snuggle in closer to Sage.
“You hit me with a blast of magic that catapulted me right out the door and to the other end of the garden. Into the damn wandering pond,” Sage said.
“I’m sorry.”
But Will actually wasn’t. He was glad. He’d managed to get his mate away from danger, even if he himself wouldn’t have been enough to get rid of the danger itself.
He knew firsthand that having a pack didn’t mean they would keep you safe, but the lack of one certainly had put Sage in greater danger than he would’ve been in otherwise last night.
“You don’t sound sorry. Anyway, I think you should try shifting and practicing. Just in case, you know?”
Will groaned. “I really don’t think I can do much.”
Sage put his arm around Will. “Sweetcakes, are you saying I’m a bad teacher?”
Will stiffened. “No! I don’t mean that at all. I just… Shouldn’t I have been able to…” Will took a deep breath. “The wolf is good at instinct. Shouldn’t I have been able to keep myself safe? From them. If I really can do magic in my shifted form.”
“You definitely did magic, but maybe it took training before you were able to do it like last night. Maybe it’s something you can only do on the full moon. Maybe it’s a combination of factors. I wouldn’t be a good magic teacher if I didn’t push you to try and find out.”
Will leaned in closer to Sage. “I wouldn’t know how.”
“I can help. You can shift, and then we can try a few easy things. How does that sound?”
Will kissed the spot he’d licked on Sage’s cheek. If he could use magic in his wolf form, he could potentially protect Sage. Better than fucking Carl could.
“I’ll try. Do I get my handjob before that, or are you sending me away to practice my magic?”
“You’re in a good mood for someone who just cleaned blood off the laundry room floor.”
Will knew Sage well enough by now to recognize this for what it was. Sage was trying not to push him too hard, because he didn’t want to rip open barely scabbed-over wounds. Will loved him for it, loved Sage more than he hated that there was a need for his care.
And yet, at the same time, Will wanted to prove to himself and to his mate that he could do things just because he wanted to do them, that he could be spontaneous. He straddled Sage and kissed him, this time on the mouth, reveling in how Sage gave in.
The kiss lingered, the taste of smiles and sunshine mingling with the fresh peppermint flavor of toothpaste.
The glide of Sage’s tongue against his made Will want to drag him right back to bed—or better, just tear off his clothes.
But he didn’t. He focused on Sage’s careful hands on his back, on the way he let Will lead.
With a sigh, he pulled back. Sage’s eyes were wide. “My wolf really…likes you. I know I’m safe with you, and my wolf wants to please you.” He leaned in for a quick peck. “I want to please you.”
“I want to please you too.” Sage’s voice was breathy. “Is it, like…is your wolf like a different entity to you?”
Will shook his head. “No. But when I’m shifted, my instincts work so much better.
You know, I can still listen and respond and all that, but there’s less…
I don’t know. Like, less self-doubt.” Will licked his lips, enjoying the taste of Sage there.
His mate. “In fact…” He draped his arms around Sage’s neck and sifted through his hair with his fingers.
“I guess I’m in love with you. Which we don’t have to make a big deal out of at all, and I don’t expect you to reciprocate or—”
Sage shut Will’s mouth with his hand. “Yeah, I love you too. I already told you, and I really meant it. Still want that handjob?”
Will nodded and kissed Sage’s palm before his witch began working Will’s pants open.
“Fuck, you’re hard already,” Sage said. He ran his fingers over Will’s briefs, tracing the outline of his cock through the fabric.
“I’ve been sitting in your lap.”
“That shouldn’t get a person hard.”
“But I like sitting in your lap, rubbing up against you, and getting hard.” Will rocked his hips forward to illustrate his point.
Sage giggled. “Peter will never stop complaining about how bad your manners are if you do things like this.”
“Peter is fucking scary. He’s so alpha.”
“I suggest you never sit in his lap, sweetcakes.” Sage’s fingers dug under the waistband of Will’s briefs, and the moment his fingers brushed Will’s cock, he shivered with desire.
“I so had no plans at all to do that.”
“You wanna take those pants off?”
“Yeah.”
Will stood and worked the annoying denim off. Lemon came for his feet as soon as he set them on the ground, and the cushion’s tenacity didn’t help with the undressing, but Will was determined.
He nearly jumped back into Sage’s lap after, and they went straight to exchanging kisses. Sage let himself be pinned down against the back of the couch, and while they kissed deeply, Sage began stroking, one hand on Will’s butt, holding him steady.
This was perfect, and Will felt the wolf inside him revel in it, in the knowledge that this was his mate touching him, his mate who would make him come, his mate who wouldn’t touch anyone else like he was touching Will now.
He wanted to howl with joy, but he moaned when Sage lost his patience for teasing and really went to work, using only Will’s own precum for slickness.
Will fucked into Sage’s hand with abandon. The wolf enjoyed it. He wanted more more more, wanted his mate, on and inside of him, all over him.
The orgasm was a rough but beautiful thing that shattered Will from the inside out, like glass in a too hot oven.
He came all over Sage’s clothes, over his hand, and it was glorious.
It was the deepest, hardest, most mind-altering experience Will had ever had.
It had only taken a touch for him to get there—except even as he was still shaking in Sage’s arms, he realized it was more than that.
Confused, Will stood and backed away from Sage.
“Will?”
Will felt it then, his body falling upward and out of itself. He was shifting.
Seconds later, he stood there in his wolf form—wearing a T-shirt. Sage smelled perfect, aroused and covered in Will’s cum.
“Okay? What’s this about?” He dropped to his knees and buried his hands in Will’s hair. “Will, you’re still wearing your T-shirt. It’s kind of cute.”
Lemon fluffed over to cuddle into Will’s paws, and Will growled at the cushion, and maybe also at his mate for calling him cute in his wolf form.
Why did this happen though? I can control my shift. This never happened. Is it…
Will sniffed the air and pricked up his ears, but there was nothing in the house that shouldn’t have been. Still, he got the sense that this was about protecting Sage.
Maybe my magic feeds my wolf side.
“So do you want to try some magic?”
Before Will could, someone knocked on the door. Sage rolled his eyes but grabbed Lemon to wipe himself off before heading out to the hallway. Will followed close behind, but he could tell who was darkening their doorway even before Sage had opened the door.
“Oh, my. You found your razor. Could you not find it within yourself to change out of your cloth—oh.” Peter leaned sideways to look at Will, who decided staying behind Sage was the better choice when it came to the scary vampire.
“Tell me you got a dog from the shelter, and Will was being silly and put some of his clothes on it.”