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“Good?” Flint asked, his voice dropping.
“Very.” Arrow’s eyes darkened. “You want to finish your cake, or should I show you what else I have in mind?”
Flint set the plate aside. “I can finish the cake later. Show me.”
Chapter Twenty
Arrow stood, pulling Flint up with him. His wolf pushed at his skin - needing that connection reaffirmed after that horrible business with the mark. But Arrow kept control. He wasn’t horny for Flint because of the mating pull, or the desperate need he had at the beginning. He wanted to show Flint, through actions, not words, exactly how much he’d come to mean in the weeks since Arrow had upended his entire life.
He cupped Flint’s face, thumbs stroking under wide eyes and down the pert nose. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
Flint’s eyes widened even more. “Arrow…”
“Let me say it.” Arrow kissed him softly. “You’re beautiful, and brilliant, and you’ve been so patient with me while I figured my shit out.”
“Hon, you’re the one who did all the changing. You quit your job and moved to Montana for me.”
“Best decision I ever made.” Arrow kissed him again, deeper this time. “But you’ve done more than that,” he murmured against Flint’s lips. “You gave me a family and purpose. You showed me what it means to be chosen, not because of what I can do or how I look, but because of who I am.”
Flint’s hands fisted in Arrow’s shirt. “You’re going to make me cry if you keep that up.”
“I don’t want you to cry.” Arrow nuzzled against his temple. “Just let me show you how you make me feel.”
He walked Flint backward toward the bed, taking his time. There wasn’t any rush, they had all night, and Arrow intended to use every minute of it. When the back of Flint’s knees hit the mattress, Arrow eased him down, following him onto the bed.
The kiss turned languid as they explored each other all over again. Arrow mapped every inch of Flint’s mouth, swallowing the small sounds his mate made. He pulled back enough to tug at Flint’s shirt. “Off, babe.”
Flint sat up and yanked the fabric over his head. Arrow drank in the sight - pale skin, lean muscle, and the sight that never failed to make him feel proud - the claiming scar on his shoulder that marked him as Arrow’s. He traced the mark with his fingers, feeling Flint shiver under his fingers.
“Mine,” Arrow murmured.
“Yours,” Flint agreed, reaching for Arrow’s buttons.
Arrow let him work the shirt open, let those strong fingers push it off his shoulders. When Flint’s hands moved to his belt, Arrow caught them gently.
“Slow,” he said. “I want this slow.”
Flint’s pupils dilated. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Arrow kissed him again, gentler now. “Lie back for me.”
Flint settled against the pillows, hair mussed and lips swollen from a kiss. Arrow braced himself on one arm and used his free hand to explore. He traced patterns across Flint’s chest, circled his nipples until Flint arched into the touch. Leaned down to follow the path with his mouth, tasting salt and the faint sweetness of chocolate still lingering on his mate’s skin.
“Arrow.” Flint breathed.
“I’m right here.” Arrow worked his way down, pressing kisses to Flint’s ribs, his stomach, and the jut of his hipbone. He opened Flint’s jeans with deliberate slowness, pulling them down inch by inch. Flint lifted his hips to help, but Arrow took his time, kissing newly revealed skin as he went.
When Flint was finally naked beneath him, Arrow sat back on his heels and just looked. The suite’s soft lighting painted gold across Flint’s body, highlighting the lean lines and compact strength. His mate’s cock was hard, flushed dark, but Arrow ignored it for now. He genuinely wanted to take his time.
“You’re staring at me,” Flint said, a hint of self-consciousness creeping into his voice.
“I can’t help it.” Arrow ran his hands up Flint’s thighs. “You’re perfect.”
“I’m pocket-sized.”
“You’re exactly right.” Arrow pressed a kiss to the inside of Flint’s knee. “Every part of you is exactly what I need.”
He continued his exploration, relearning the geography of his mate’s body. The sensitive spot behind Flint’s knee that made him jerk. The way his breath hitched when Arrow’s teeth grazed his inner thigh. The small mole on his left hip that Arrow had noted weeks ago.
