Page 44 of Flint's Arrow
Arrow nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
Cyrus stepped out of the office, phone already pressed to his ear. Python rose from the couch, patting Arrow’s shoulder as he passed.
“Don’t worry about it,” the demon said. “Patterson’s about to learn a very important lesson about fucking with this family.”
Then it was just Arrow and Flint in the small office, the sounds of Cyrus’s conversation filtering through the doorway.
“You okay?” Flint asked softly.
Arrow pulled him close, burying his face in Flint’s hair and breathing in the scent of clean sweat, fresh-cut grass, and home.
“Yeah,” he said. “I am now.”
Chapter Fifteen
Flint tugged Arrow’s hand, pulling him out of the office and toward their house. Python called something after them, but his tone was teasing, so Flint ignored it. Arrow needed the reminder that he wasn’t alone anymore, that someone had his back in more ways than just handling agency bullshit.
My wolf needs to be taken care of.
The thought came out of nowhere, but as soon as it hit Flint’s brain, he knew it was true. Arrow had spent weeks looking after Flint, through proving himself and changing his entire life. Now it was Flint’s turn.
“Where are we going?” Arrow asked, though his stride matched Flint’s easily.
“Home.” Flint pushed open the door to their house, the one that used to be just his but now belonged to both of them. “You need to relax.”
“I’m fine, really…”
Flint spun, pressing Arrow against the closed door and kissing him hard. Arrow made a surprised noise that quickly melted into a groan, his hands coming up to grip Flint’s hips.
You’renot fine,Flint thought - although he kept that to himself - feeling the tension thrumming through their bond.More like stressed and worried and doing your damn best to hide it.
He gentled the kiss, slowing it down, pouring reassurance through their connection. Arrow’s shoulders gradually loosened, his grip on Flint shifting from desperate clinginess to the firm hold Flint was used to.
“Bedroom,” Flint murmured against Arrow’s lips. “Now.”
Arrow followed without argument, which told Flint everything he needed to know about his mate’s state of mind. The wolf who’d shown up at Cyrus’s workshop demanding answers just six weeks before wouldn’t have submitted so easily. But his Arrow - the real one, the one who’d stripped away all his armor and let Flint see the man underneath - trusted Flint to take care of him.
And I always will.
The bedroom still smelled like both of them, sheets still messy from earlier that day when they’d woken up wrapped around each other. Flint turned to find Arrow watching him with those intense green eyes, waiting.
“Come here,” Flint said softly.
Arrow crossed to him, and Flint reached up to cup his face, thumbs stroking over sharp cheekbones. Arrow leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering closed.
“I’ve got you,” Flint whispered. “You know that, right?”
“Yeah.” Arrow’s voice came out rough. “I do.”
Flint kissed him again, slower this time, letting Arrow feel every bit of love and devotion flowing through their bond. When he pulled back, Arrow’s pupils had dilated, his breathing uneven.
“Strip,” Flint ordered gently. “But take it slow.”
Arrow’s eyebrows rose. “Slowly?”
“Mmm.” Flint stepped back, giving himself room to watch. “I want to see you.”
A flush crept up Arrow’s neck, but he started moving, reaching for the hem of his muscle shirt. The fabric pulled up and over, revealing the strong planes of Arrow’s chest and abs. Flint’s mouth watered.
