As Millan grows more and more turned on, he almost loses his train of thought.
“What do you have to-“ Millan moans when Weston starts torturing the other nipple, pinching the other with his fingers. “-to think about?”
“Where-” Weston places a kiss to Millan's now very sensitive nipple, “-I’m going to-“ Weston kisses his way down underneath Millan's belly button, dangerously close to his pelvis, “-mark you, of course.”
Weston gets to work, sucking and licking where his lips stopped and by the time a bruise forms, Millan is a panting and a whining mess.
“Please, Wes, come on, you can mark me anywhere.” Millan says as his hands leave their spot from over his head.
There’s a fire in Weston’s golden eyes as he grips Millan’s hands and places them back in their spot over his om
Millanadjusts his backpack for the umpteenth time in a nervous gesture.Every branch cracking under his feet resonates loudly in the silent woods. The crescent moon provides little light, accentuating shadows and making trees look taller than they are.Millanhopes he hasn’t made the wrong decision.There’s no doubt in his mind that his father is behind all this. He has no idea what he intends to do when he finally faces the Head Alpha of the Caelan Pack, but he knows he needs to confront Travisnonetheless-to end this once and for all.Still,what he wouldn’t give to be surrounded in Weston’s warmth again, as he was just a couple of hours ago.A shuffling sound in the leaves to his right side makes him stop walking abruptly. He listens, frozen into place until a squirrel pokes his nose out of the bushes.Millanlets out the breath he was holding. He hasn’t been that
Millanmanages to keep his head down, looking scared until they’re close to the valley.He knows the hard part is ahead and its success depends on Amir’s logic. So far, Amir’s plan hasn’t failed him, so he has to go all in and trust it’ll work.As soon as they step into the pathway Grant had established as the best spot, Millanstarts to chuckle.He bites his bottom lip as if trying to stifle his laughter effectively making Axel stop walking and turn around with a tilt to his head and an arch eyebrow.“What the hell are you smiling for, kid? You know you’re in deep trouble here, right?”Millan'seyes widen as if he were caught doing something he shouldn’t have.Axelisnow frowning at Millanwho does his best to look as if he’s trying not to smile.Seeing Axel’sirritated expression, Millanthinks they should give hi
“Once again,Axel, that’s some very underwhelming work from you.” Travis’s unimpressed expression doesn’t betray any emotion at seeing his long lost son while Millandoes his best not to betray the myriad of sentiments hitting him like a punch to the gut.There, so close, stands his father, the one who banished him, who made him believe he wasn’t enough, made him believe he was defective.Afreak.But still, some part of him still wants this man’s acceptance, this man’s love.He had hoped that after all this time, after all Millan'sbeen through, Traviswould have lost some of his arrogance, that he wouldn’t intimidate Millanas much.But under his father’s judging red eyes, Millanfeels twelve all over again.Even without Clifford’s strong hold, he doesn’t think he could move, stuck between wanting to run away as fast as
Westoncriedout as he feel his soul mate’s pain.He’s too far, too late.He shouldn’t have waited for Millan'ssignal. He should have killed Millan'sfather when he had the chance.He doesn’t think he’s ever run that fastin his entire life. Axel’sbodyguard makes a pathetic attempt to stop him.Westonmakes quick work of sending the bodyguard flying,trusting the others to take care of him and Axel.All he can think about is getting to his Fated Mate, his omega, his Millan.His Millanwho isn’t moving anymore underneath the big gray wolf.He collides with Travis’s wolf form but is startled by the lack of fight in Millan'sfather. It’s only when Travisgoes limp on the ground that he sees the knife planted deeply in his flank.Weston’s attention goes instantly back to Millanwho lies on the grou
Millanwakes up to the familiar scent of rain and a warm hand drawing circles on his stomach.He realizes before he opens his eyes that his back is pressed up unto Weston’s body and he sighs, sinking further into his alpha’s warmth, content.Until he remembers.Remembers the flash of fear as Travisleaped towards him, as teeth dug deep into him.He remembers the resistance on the knife as he dug it in his father’s side and the blood pulling all over him in response.Eyes still closed, he tries to move his arm and gets a sharp pain in his shoulder and neck. He whimpers and opens his eyes to look at his bandaged trapezius.His arm is held to his chest by a sling and every little move feels like countless little needles digging into his arm.“Hey,sleepy head.” Weston’s lips speak softly directly in Millan'sear bringing goosebumps all over Millan'sbody.&
Even though Millankeeps his expression steady while pain shoots through his shoulder, Westonmusthavesense it and he gives Millan'shand a reassuring squeeze.Naraisremoving his bandage, careful not to disturb the sling holding his arm to his chest, to assess his recovery.The wound doesn’t look very good, red and swollen and Millancan feel Westonworrying by his side. Judging by her widening eyes, Nara thinks the same.“That’s really something…” Nara says mostly to herself.Westontenses beside Millan.“Is it bad?” Westonasks,hand squeezing Millan'salmost painfully.Narais brought out of her own thoughts and smiles widely at Weston.“Not at all. Millanis doing great! I’m amazed at how great he’s doing, consideringeverything that had happened.”Westons
Millanwakes up alone, tiredness still seeping in his bones and a sharp pain throbbing from his shoulder to the rest of his arm.Sleep not coming back to him anytime soon and a growing calling to the bathroom, he resolves to get up.Once he’s done washing up, without thinking about it, he tunes into Weston, trying to figure out what he’s doing through their bond.It’s a weird feeling when he smells the food through Weston’s nose and feels how heis trying to be silent and sneaky, probably not wanting to wake anybody up.Looking out the window at the sunrise, Millanfigures it is still fairly early.Naturally, Millan'sfeet take him downstairs towards his mate and the promise of breakfast.Once he pushes the door to the kitchen, he’s met with the fabulous sight of Weston’s back working over the stove. As always, theHeadAlpha is cooking a ridiculous amount of foo
Millan wakes, surrounded by warmth and safety.He recognizes Weston’s arms around him immediately and smiles, content. When he blinks awake, he discovers that Weston is fast asleep and takes a moment to appreciate the sight.A look to the window informs him of the late hour, faded rays of the rising moon illuminating the room vaguely.He’d slept the whole afternoon away, but there’s still heaviness in his body, willing his eyelids shut. Millan rests his head on Weston’s chest, breathing in the familiar scent and letting it lull him back to sleep.Usually, the scent would be enough, but Millan can’t seem to stay still. It’s as if there isn’t enough of Weston’s scent surrounding him.Eyes still half closed, he gets up and grabs the shirt Weston had discarded before hopping into bed. He goes back to bed and lays the shirt on top of himself before resting his head on Weston’s body again, mindful of his arm entrapped in the irritating sling.Just seconds after, still feeling on edge, he ge