𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚊 & 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚞𝚖 (𝚋𝚡𝚋)

28:Courting.

                                                                             Courting.

When Caleb opened his eyes, Elrid was hovering above him. His flushed, pale skin glinting like gold in candlelight. He blinked, willing the blurriness away as he smiled at his mate.

The boy gave a shy smile. "I like your freckles, they're like..." skimming his fingertips through the splattered dots on his neck, Elrid whispered. "... Jasper's"

Caleb frowned. "Uh, who?"

"Orange Jasper. It's a stone." Elrid wiggled his right ring finger, where a silver ring with a big enough orange stone sat, covered in several freckles like dots scattered inside them. Oh, stone. He hummed, gazing at his mate, who was still on top of him, running his cold fingers on his stomach and chest, mapping his freckles like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"What time is it?" Elrid shrugged, dropping himself to his chest. Grunting, Caleb peered at his apparently blissful mate.

Playing with the messy white locks, the beta nudged him. "We should get up," he said, earning a half-hearted grunt in response. Apparently, his mate is clingy. Not that he hated it. Wolves thrived on physical touches.

Sighing, Caleb tried to move Elrid from his lap, which ended with a long moan from Elrid. Only then did he realize that, yes, he was indeed inside the boy. Goddess....

Clearing his throat, he eyed his blushing mate. "Are you gonna hop up?"

Elrid tilted his head, the action so innocent and soft. "I like this." He whispered, wiggling his ass to make a point. "Makes me feel full." For all the innocent and soft looks, he sported, his mate sure had a nasty mouth. Who knew.

Caleb groaned, squeezing his ass to stop the wiggle. The boy gazed from under his lashes, simultaneously appearing both shy and confident. Goddess.... Clutching the white tresses in his grasp, he pulled him. Elrid went without much protest, puckering his lips when the beta pressed their lips.

"We should bathe." The scathing look the boy threw at him was enough for the beta to know his mate clearly wasn't in the mood for bath.

Caleb groaned. "Aren't you sore?"

"Nope," he flushed at the incredulous of his boyfriend. " Eh, practised-" Caleb's eyes widened. "Well, eh, with toys"

"That doesn't mean-"

He pouted, his already wide, ebony eyes widening with hope. "Please,"

Caleb took a shuddering breath. Elrid is good—too good. And with how this is going, it wasn't good for his willpower and heart.

Who knew that after one round of sex, the boy wouldn't be his usual cute, shy-awkward self with him. Besides, it's not like he didn't like it.

Chuckling, Caleb tapped his thigh. "Move."

"Okay" When Elrid tried to unstraddle him, Caleb's hands stopped. Huh??

"Ride me"

Oh.

And if it wasn't the best decision Caleb made, Caleb doesn't know which it was.

If earlier his mate looked ethereal under him, now, above him he looked like an elf. The white locks a tangled mess, the pale, lithe body bruised and reddened where he sucked and nibbled on him. And his mark, proud and red on his shoulder. Ares howled inside him. Yep, me too, buddy.