A fire crackled in the fireplace, filling the room with warmth. They were at Warden’s cabin upstate, the parcel of land and building left to him by his father, a series of silver bullets claiming the old man’s life a few years back. They were nestled in bed, having spent a portion of late afternoon and evening enjoying each other’s company. Warden cuddled up beside Tate, his head resting on Tate’s chest. It wasn’t every day he slipped into a submissive role, but with Tate, it just happened. Warden always figured the wolf inside recognized the strength of Tate’s otherness and relinquished control.
Not that Warden was complaining.
Tate knew all the ways to make him moan in pleasure.
“My love,” Tate muttered, swirling his fingers in circles along the small of Warden’s back. “There’s someth
