Chapter 7
Chapter
Seven
Warrick closed the door on Quinn and Tiago as they left, his, “I won’t use Milo as bait,” ringing in his own ears.
Because of course they were going to have to use Milo as bait. He was the most valuable asset this guy had lost in the chain of the trafficking scheme. Why else would they have kept him so many years? And kept him relatively healthy.
That didn’t mean he had to like it.
He wandered around the front room for a while because Milo had disappeared right after that argument and he didn’t want to go looking for him. Actually, War desperately wanted to go looking for him, but he needed to wait. He needed to get his composure back.
Finally, he felt calmer, more able to speak to Milo without growling so he went to the kitchen and made two cups of tea with honey and two slabs of the banana bread Nolan had brought with him, slathered with honey butter.
He started in the den, hoping Milo had gone there to lie down and rest his eyes. Maybe take a nap.
Sure enough Milo lay among a pile of cushions on the floor, a blanket wrapped around him like a burrito. Only his hair and one eye were visible through the gap in the covers.
“Love, I brought you some bread and butter with honey and some tea.”
“We already had snacks with our brothers.” Milo’s voice held a plaintive note as if he was trying not to bitch about the meeting but wanting to anyway.
“These aren’t snacks. This is comfort food.” War felt like they both needed comfort after that conversation.
“Are you going to stay and eat with me?”
“Hell, yes. I need comfort too. I don’t want to use you as bait, baby.” What he wanted was to grab Milo and take him away and hold him close and never let anything hurt him again.
Milo burrowed out from under his blanket burrito, blinking, his hair standing up on end in black tufts.
“I don’t want you to either, but I don’t see that we have a choice.
If we cut the big head off then we have a chance of killing the organization, at least from this end.
Think how many shifters that would save. ”
Warrick moved to sit on the pillows next to Milo, absorbing the heat from that warm, still too damn thin, body. “I know. You know very well that I’m all about saving lives, but you’re my mate.” There, he just said it out loud, bald-faced and right in front.
Milo nodded, leaning toward him. “I know.” Milo took the plate of bread and one of the mugs of tea and set it aside, well out of reach. Warrick did the same with his own mug, wondering what Milo had in mind.
He never could have imagined that Milo was going to kiss him, right on the mouth, hard, pressing against his lips to get them to open up.
He did too, let Milo in, and his mate tasted him, tongue pushing against his teeth and then his own tongue.
Kissing like this should be such an odd thing, but it wasn’t.
It was hot and necessary, and it made his toes curl.
Warrick rolled to his back because he would never want to overlay Milo and freak him out by holding him down. Someday they could progress to that, but not now. It wasn’t worth worrying about. They could have this, right now, the way they were.
Milo kissed him as if there was nothing else he wanted to do, with a single-minded intensity that made Warrick’s cock rise and his belly pull in. He could smell Milo’s need, the sudden sharp scent of mating sex.
So he picked Milo up, hands under that tight little hind end, and cradled him up against his body so they were pressed together from lips to hips. He didn’t want to put Milo under him. That wouldn’t work. Having Milo sit on top of him and take what he needed was the perfect solution.
Milo moaned, rubbing against him and even through their clothes he could feel the heat and the shape of Milo’s sweet ass against his cock. His turn to moan because that felt so perfect. He knew if he ever got inside Milo, he would never last more than a few minutes.
This was his mate, and his knot was happy to tell him that.
He stopped Milo when he would have initiated another kiss, putting his fingers over Milo’s lips. “What do you want, baby?”
Milo’s dark brown gaze met his, determined and serious. “I want you. I want everything you have to give me, Warrick. I don’t want to be afraid anymore.”
“I don’t want you to be afraid of me at all.”
“I’m not. I promise. Not ever of you.” Milo reached up with trembling fingers and pushed Warrick’s hair off his forehead. “But this does feel pretty momentous.”
“And I just want to make sure that we’re absolutely on the same page.
Because I want to knot you. I can feel it already deep in my balls and once that starts it’s not going to stop.
If you just want to experiment today and play around and kiss and make out, then leave our clothes on or at least I will. ”
“No.” Milo determinedly tugged at his shirt. “I want to see all of you. I want to touch all of you. I think you’re so beautiful, War. Such a great, amazing grizzly.”
“You’re gorgeous. I couldn’t ask for a more lovely mate, Milo.”
“Even if I can’t shift very well.”
“You can.” He kissed the tip of Milo’s nose. “You just don’t think you can. Even if you never shifted again, it wouldn’t matter, though. You’re my mate.”
Milo blinked rapidly at him for a few moments, his eyes damp, but then he leaned down to give Warrick another searing kiss. It was perfect, hot, desperate, needy, and absolutely unrestrained. He really believed Milo wasn’t scared of him.
He would still be cautious. They could take it as slow or as fast as Milo wanted. Warrick wouldn’t be a passive participant, but certainly he wouldn’t push anything.
He rose up when Milo tugged on his shirt again and held his arms up so Milo could take it off over his head.
He let Milo stare at him, both hands on his shoulders, for long moments.
Then Milo began to touch him, skating those thumbs across his collarbones, dipping fingers into the hollows above them.
Milo traced the muscles of his arms then moved back to his chest so he could flatten both hands over War’s pecs, pressing his palms into his nipples.
“You’re so strong. So sturdy and warm.”
“Your hands are like magic, Milo. They make me wild. My little bear, look at your eyes. I love to stare at them. They’re warm and kind and I can tell how much you want me.”
He thought no one had ever said those kinds of things to Milo before, and War meant them, and it made it that much better. He felt another rush of wetness, which told him Milo was ready for him, too.
“I can smell you. You make my mouth water. Sometime soon I’ll taste you, but for now we do what you want to do.”
“I want everything,” Milo said. “I want your knot. I want to know that you need me and not somebody else.”
“I’ve never wanted anyone else this way.” He had never wanted to keep them right there with him for hours and not let them go.
“Good.” Milo gave him a stern glare. “And you’re not going to either. From now on, I mean.”
“I can guarantee that, baby.”
“Then can we please take the rest of this off?” Milo yanked at his pants, trying to get them free, and War grabbed his hands gently.
“Don’t damage anything.” He undid his pants and rose up, sliding them off, jostling Milo around.
Milo gasped, eyes wide, gaze on his cock. “You are prodigious.”
War roared with laughter. “Is that a compliment?”
“It so is.” Milo reached out and gathered up the drop of pre-come that was beading Warrick’s cock then brought it to his lips, his tongue flicking out to taste it. Christ, he could have come right then from just watching that.
As it was, his body bucked, and he panted, trying to rein it in. “See what you do to me baby? See what you did just touching me like that?”
“Tastes so good.” Milo bent to get the rest from the source, licking the tip of his cock, then sucking the head into his mouth.
It took every bit of willpower Warrick had not to thrust up into Milo’s mouth because then he would have ended up right at the back of Milo’s throat way too soon.
So, every muscle in his body clenched, and he ended up holding still, letting Milo explore him, which he was incredibly proud of in the moment.
“Mmmm.” The sound buzzed against his crown, and he shook with it, curse words falling out of his mouth as he reached out to sink a hand into Milo’s messy hair. “I’m not going to make it if you do this.”
Milo popped off him, the sound like someone pulling a lollipop out from between closed lips. “Should I ride you?”
Jesus, who the hell was this, and what had they done with Milo? Not that War was going to complain, not even a little tiny bit.
“Hell yes, baby. Get up here and ride.” If Milo wanted to climb on board and control the pace, War wasn’t going to argue with him.
It might sound completely pathetic, but at this point he would take what he could get, anything he could get, from Milo.
This was like a gift, all wrapped up in the prettiest Christmas paper with a bow on top.
Milo gave him a wild grin and clambered up his body to straddle his hips. He rose up, and War took his own cock in hand to push into Milo’s body.
Tight. Hot. So wet for him. Ready without even a bit of fingering. Warrick blinked in astonishment when Milo closed his eyes and grunted. He had to work to take it all, but he finally did, his ass on War’s hips and thighs.
Milo stared down at him, eyes hazy with desire, lips parted and swollen. “Are you ready? Can I move?”
“Hell, yes, baby. Go for it.” He grabbed Milo’s hips, his big hands bracketing them, and pulled.
Milo made this sound somewhere between a shout and a growl and then rose up again, only to fall back down, taking him all the way in.
Bang. Milo started moving on him so fast that their skin slapped together and all War could do was pant for air, trying to parse what was happening to his body.
Hell, what was happening to his soul. This was a mate bond forming and he knew it.
They worked together, Milo rising and falling, him arching his hips and back, pushing up. His knot was swelling like crazy. Milo was so wet and hot and tight that he had never felt more perfect in his whole life.
He breathed in deep and let it out, trying to control himself a little bit because he wanted Milo with him. But it was finally Milo who grabbed his hand and put it on that hard cock, begging him. “I need you to touch me.”
War nodded hard, then tugged, rubbing his thumb over the head of Milo’s cock with every upstroke.
“Oh fuck. Oh yeah.” Milo laughed, his head thrown back, his hands on Warrick’s chest as he bounced and he looked ecstatic, utterly joyful somehow, freer than Warrick had ever seen him.
The very idea made his knot swell to mammoth proportions, and War knew soon he wouldn’t be able to thrust like this, so he took advantage of it while he could.
He rocked up, filling Milo as deep as he could, letting Milo really feel every inch of him.
Soon every time he pressed up, Milo made these noises, these wild grunting cries, blunt nails digging into Warrick’s chest.
“Please. Please, Warrick. Your knot. I feel how hard it is and I need you to not be so good. I need it now.”
That was all it took for Warrick to pull harder on Milo’s cock, pressing deep in the slit with his thumb.
Milo shouted, his whole body going stiff as he came over Warrick’s fist. The minute Milo came, he clamped down on Warrick’s knot, and that was it.
Warrick shot as well, deep inside Milo’s body, filling him with hot seed, his knot so swollen he knew it might take days to disengage.
That could be awkward.
“Mate.” He slumped down on Milo, flopping like a ragdoll, jostling everything around and making more seed spurt from him.
“Milo. Good God, mate.”
A soft giggle escaped Milo, and he nodded wildly against Warrick’s chest. “Good god, indeed.”
“Thank you, sweet. Thank you for trusting me.”
“I trust you more than anyone else on earth.” Milo kissed his jaw, which felt a little bristly now, like his bear was maybe trying to come out.
“I love you. You’re my mate.” Maybe that was jumping the gun, but it was the truth. He knew it to be true so why hide it?
He couldn’t ask for more than this, this perfect trust that Milo was showing him. Warrick knew he was going to have to make sure he honored it in all the ways he could.