Absinthe by Julia Talbot & BA Tortuga

Author:Julia Talbot & BA Tortuga [Talbot, Julia & Tortuga, BA]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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There was howling. Loud howling.

Pained howling.

Rene frowned, shaking himself awake, barking. Alarm!

Alarm! Mate!

Barthe was right there, nuzzling his muzzle, vocalizing softly. It’s okay. Bastien has him.

Oh. Oh, good. He rolled over, nose to nose with the most beautiful wolf in history. His mate. He felt safe, loved, which he hadn’t known in so long.

Barthe groomed him, the long swipes of tongue soothing and wonderful, dragging over his pelt and smoothing his fur. He sighed, shivering a little with the pleasure of it.

Such a simple thing, the grooming, but it meant everything.

By the time Barthe was finished, he was wearing his man’s skin, panting and watching his mate in the warm light filtering through the windows.

Barthe had shifted as well, and touched him with human hands, kissing him in random places.

The long gash down his side was a pink scar now, bubbly and odd, but healing.

“Better.” Barthe smiled for him, so beautiful. He’d forgotten how amazing his mate was, how he loved that face.

All that running had clouded his memories.

He reached up and held Bartholome, thumbs tracing the man’s lips. Barthe nibbled at him, licking the pad of his thumb. Rene groaned and nodded, curling close, sucking up comfort like he was a sponge. He loved how big Barthe’s body was, how warm. Barthe chuckled, nuzzling his ear.

“Don’t have to bind you this time, hmm?”

“Hush.”

“Oh, I think it’s been too long since we chatted, chiot.”

“We’ve never chatted. Not really.” He met Barthe’s eyes.

“You’re not going to keep me away now.” He knew it.

Knew it in his soul.

“Tell me, chiot. Tell me you’re mine as I am yours.”

“I want to be yours.”

“You are.” Barthe kissed him then, a slow melding of mouths that left him breathless.

Rene’s fingers sank into Barthe’s thick, heavy hair, holding on tight. He wanted more kisses, more touches. His skin tingled, his body healing itself under Barthe’s touch.

Barthe muttered into his lips, feeding him happy little sounds.

They rocked together, both of them moaning. Their skin warmed, their breath came fast. He whimpered as his cock filled, his entire body tingling.

“Sweet. Oh, chiot. Yes. Need you.” Barthe was like no one else.

Rene ought to know. He’d tried more than once to fuck Barthe out of his mind.

“Never again.”

He chuckled. “Quit eavesdropping.”

“I can’t, douce. All I can hear is you.”

The words settled in the base of his brain and grew, swelling inside him and letting him breathe deep. He wanted this -- pleasure and connection and a place to be. A mate who wanted him.

He would let all the hurt and fear go. For Barthe.

Bartholome fed him the most lovely groan, hands mapping his skin and keeping him loose limbed and melted. That big body moved against his, skin rough with hair, hands rough with calluses.

“More. Need you.” He offered Barthe his throat, his belly.

Barthe bit down on his throat, hand stroking his stomach.

Taking his offering. Proving to him his cock still worked.

Hell, he’d never been so hard and felt so relaxed at the same time. He stretched, his hands sliding up above his head.

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