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“Who said I didn’t want this?” Jonas asked.

“No one, but you looked pensive.”

“I was worried that maybe you’d feel we were rushing. Bonding is a big step.”

Kendrick cupped Jonas’s cheek. “Is it? We’re mates. We’ve been through a lot together, including facing my father and two Kudlaks intent on killing us. I don’t know about you, but I can’t imagine myself doing that with anyone else. I don’twantto do that with anyone else.”

“What do you want, then?”

“You, for the rest of my life.”

“I can do that.” Jonas could do a lot more, but this was what he wanted to start with.

Grinning, he raised his hand to his neck. There was just a quick flash of pain before he felt blood trickling from the cut he’d just created. Kendrick’s gaze latched onto it, but he didn’t move. He looked mesmerized, and for a moment, Jonas wondered if this was too much for a human.

He shouldn’t have worried. Kendrick suddenly rolled them so that Jonas was under him. He’d only worn a pair of boxer briefs when he’d come to bed last night, and he was still wearing them and nothing else, which gave Jonas access to miles of warm and soft skin. Jonas had to hang on when Kendrick’s lips landed on his neck, and he felt his mate suck for the first time.

This was everything he could ever have wanted, and he could hardly believe he was getting it. It was the rest of his life, and he promised himself that he’d make Kendrick happy. He wouldn’t settle just because they were mates and they were supposed to be together. He wanted more, and he wanted togivemore.

Kendrick sucked again, and Jonas raised his legs to wrap them around his mate’s waist. He disliked the feeling of fabric against his naked body, but he couldn’t find it in himself to take the time to push the boxer briefs down Kendrick’s body. With Kendrick sucking at his neck, sealing the bond between them, there was an urgency in Jonas to be closer to him. There was no time for anything but grinding up against him, clinging to him, and feeling his hard body.

Because Kendrick was hard in his underwear. Jonas could feel his cock as well as he would have if Kendrick had been naked, and while it took a bit of wiggling around, he eventually managed to find the right spot for him to thrust up so that their cocks would rub together.

It was messy, but that was how Jonas wanted things. The first time they’d met, when Jonas had realized he’d found his mate, had been messy, too. He didn’t mind messy as long as he was with Kendrick.

Kendrick never stopped sucking on Jonas’s neck, not even when the bond finally snapped closed between them. Jonas pressed his head against the pillow, crying out as he came. He shuddered in Kendrick’s arms, holding him and moving against him until he felt his mate come, too.

For a long moment, the pleasure moved in a loop between them. Jonas could still feel echoes of his orgasm, heightened by the echoes of Kendrick’s. It went round and round, pushing both of them to the brink between pleasure and pain.

They clung to each other, and by the time things finally settled down, Jonas was exhausted again.

“I have to shower a second time,” he complained.

“We both should. After we sleep a bit longer, though.”

“We’re going to be stuck together if we do that.”

Kendrick grunted and pushed away from Jonas, but he didn’t go far. He slid down his underwear, cleaned himself and Jonasup with it, then threw it in the direction of the bathroom and cuddled back into bed. Jonas was more than happy to snuggle against him.

This was everything he’d ever wanted. For a long time he’d been desperate that he would never find it again. He’d lost everything—his family, his village, all that he’d held dear. It had been easy to listen to his desperation then, but he didn’t have to anymore. He might have lost all of that, but he’d found a lot, too. He had a new village and a new clan, and his mate.

Who was already snoring against his ear. Jonas knew that eventually he’d start finding that annoying, but for now, he’d never heard a sweeter sound.