The Pack's Rebels
He explored the textures of himself, bringing himself to the edge of orgasm, before sensing a change within the room, hearing the slightest whisk of the door within the frame as it opened and shut, and pinched off his orgasm as he opened his eyes.
Harithen stepped onto the bed and stood, his hair a wild tangle over his shoulder, looking down at Thaelen. Harithen’s shirt was stained, his chin scuffed with stubble, his eyes shadowed. He bore the faint chemical burn scent of cannons on his skin, in the black that smeared him, as well as salt and stains.
“Harithen,” Thaelen was immediately awake, hardly daring to believe that the day had brought back not one, but two of his children completely u