Page 45 of Flint's Arrow
Arrow tossed the shirt aside and reached for his belt, his fingers working the leather free. The clink of metal, the rasp of the zipper - Flint cataloged every sound, every shift of muscle beneath golden skin.
The jeans slid down Arrow’s thighs, pooling at his feet. He bent to untie his boots, muscles flexing in his back and shoulders, and Flint had to remind himself he was trying to take things slow. He wanted to show Arrow what it meant to be cherished.
Arrow straightened, kicking the jeans and boots away, standing before Flint in nothing but tight black boxer-briefs that left very little to the imagination.
“Those, too,” Flint said, surprised at how steady his voice came out when his own cock was looking for a way out of his running shorts. They really didn’t hide much.
Arrow hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down, stepping out of them gracefully. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, already starting to fill.
Mine,Flint’s snake hissed.Our mate. Our wolf.
“Now get on the bed, babe,” Flint instructed. “On your front for now.”
Arrow’s eyes darkened further, but he moved to the bed without protest, stretching out on his stomach. The long line of his spine drew Flint’s gaze, the curve of his ass, the powerful muscles of his thighs. Beautiful didn’t begin to cover it.
Shucking off his clothes quickly, Flint moved to the nightstand, pulling out the massage oil they’d bought on a whim during one of their trips to Big Sky. The bottle felt cool in his hands.
“What are you doing?” Arrow asked, turning his head to watch.
“Taking care of you.” Flint climbed onto the bed, straddling Arrow’s thighs. “Just relax and let me.”
When Arrow tried to push himself up on his elbows, Flint pressed a hand between his shoulder blades, gently pushing him back down.
“My turn,” Flint said firmly. “You’ve been doing so much for me for weeks - all the changes you’ve made in your life just for me. Let me do something for you.”
Arrow exhaled slowly, muscles loosening as he settled back against the mattress. “Okay.”
Flint warmed the oil between his palms before placing them on Arrow’s shoulders. The first touch made Arrow groan, and the sound went straight to Flint’s groin.
“That’s it,” Flint murmured, working his thumbs into the tight muscles at the base of Arrow’s neck. “Just feel.”
He took his time, learning every inch of Arrow’s back, looking for where the muscles bunched and needed extra attention, and those places where Arrow was ticklish. Flint lost himself in taking in every reaction - the movements that made Arrow’s body twitch, the places where a hard rub made him sigh with relief, and those other areas, like the base of his spine, where Arrow shivered at a lighter touch.
Flint’s hands traced the constellation of faint freckles scattered across Arrow’s shoulders, mixed in with some really faint silvery lines of old scars. The marks were faint and clearly old. They likely came from teenage scrapes wolf shifters were prone to when they were full of confidence with no experience in fighting behind them. Shifters healed fast, but sometimes marks remained, and Flint looked forward to learning how Arrow got his.
“You’re stunning,” Flint said quietly, bending to press a kiss between Arrow’s shoulder blades. Arrow made a soft noise, sounding pleased.
Continuing down, Flint’s hands spread wide across Arrow’s ribs, feeling them expand with each breath. His fingers lingered at the curve of Arrow’s lower back, and Flint bent over, kissing the dimples just above his ass. He kneaded the strong muscles of Arrow’s glutes, and Arrow’s breathing hitched as his hips wiggled.
“Fuck,” Arrow muttered into the pillow. “That feels amazing.”
“That’s what I was aiming for.” Flint worked his way down Arrow’s thighs, feeling the powerful muscles shift beneath his touch. Arrow was built for running, for hunting - he was a predator in every sense of the word. And yet he lay, completely vulnerable, trusting Flint with every fiber of his being. The intimacy of it made Flint’s chest tight.
He massaged down to Arrow’s calves, his ankles, even taking time with each foot until Arrow had gone completely boneless against the mattress, his breathing deep and even.
“Turn over, babe,” Flint said softly.
Arrow obeyed, rolling onto his back. His cock stood fully hard now, flushed and leaking against his abs, but Flint deliberately didn’t look at it. Not yet.
Instead, he started at Arrow’s neck, pressing kisses along his jaw, down to the claiming bite on his shoulder. Flint traced the mark with his tongue, and Arrow shuddered, fingers flexing against the sheets.
“Mine,” Flint whispered against the mark.
“Yours,” Arrow agreed, his voice cracking on the single word.
Flint kissed across Arrow’s collarbone, down his sternum, pausing to tongue at each nipple until Arrow arched beneath him with a broken whine. The taste of Arrow’s skin flooded Flint’s senses, making his own cock ache, but he ignored hisown need, focusing entirely on Arrow. He badly wanted to show Arrow just how cherished he was, and loving on his body wasn’t a hardship.
Licking his lips, Flint used them to trace down the defined ridges of Arrow’s abs. Arrow’s hands came up, his fingers threading through Flint’s hair, not pulling but just holding on.You’re anticipating.Flint mentally chuckled.
