Scorch: M/M Gay Shifter Mpreg Romance (Dragon's Destiny: Fated Mates Book 2) by Wolf Specter, Angel Knots Page B
Authors: Wolf Specter, Angel Knots
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for a long time. Months. So Dev invited Holly and I to move in with him while Luke was gone, but then… he’d just got up there. It was a week into it, and we got this call.”
Sarah stopped, gripping my hand painfully tight. I could hear the tears she was holding back in her voice before she went silent, and I jumped in with the rest of the story when I saw that she couldn’t go on.
“There was an accident on the boat,” I told Ty. “Luke didn’t make it. We got the call from one of the other fisherman. Luke and Sarah weren’t married, so the company didn’t even bother to notify her, and of course there were no benefits. Sarah and Holly had nothing, so… we just thought this would be the best answer. If we got married, I could take care of them. Provide for them.”
“For how long?” Ty asked, not unsympathetically.
“For as long as they need me.”
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I had fallen asleep thinking about the day I’d married Sarah. I knew that the memories had been stirred up by Ty’s earlier visit, and as I’d replayed the simple ceremony in my mind, I hadn’t felt any regrets. Not even my need for Maks could make me doubt my decision to step in and take care of Sarah and Holly when Luke wasn’t around to do so.
It had been the right thing to do.
We had done it at the courthouse, just the two of us and Holly. It was practical, and certainly not romantic, but it had still been done out of love—even if only the love of friendship.
The officiant had asked us if we’d written our own vows, and since we hadn’t, he had offered to use simple, traditional wording. Sarah had balked at including the line “until death do us part,” and what we’d settled on had been a good fit, even if the officiant had given us an odd look. When we’d held hands and spoken the words to each other, I’d meant every one of them.
I take thee as my lawfully wedded wife.
My constant friend.
I offer you my solemn vow to be your faithful partner in sickness and in health, to love and cherish you, to care for you and yours.
I loved Sarah like a sister, like family, like the constant friend she had been to me for so many years, and I’d vowed to be there for her, forsaking all others, for as long as she needed me.
Which meant saying no to Maks.
But that was real life—waking life—and right now, I knew I was dreaming… and it gave me permission to say yes.
It wasn’t the first time I’d dreamed of Maks, and each time was delicious torture. I had no idea if the reality could ever be as good as my dreams, and they’d become something I’d come to look forward to eagerly… and something I dreaded waking up from.
I wanted Maks, and seeing so much of him lately had been heaven.
I loved his sense of humor, and the way he listened to me as if everything about me was fascinating, and the way he made even the simplest moments fun. I loved the little ways he always found to touch me, and the way he remembered the things that were important to me, and the way he looked at me, hot and tender at the same time, as if I was everything he wanted. And I appreciated that he respected my need to honor my marriage vows. I really did.
But oh, God, I desperately wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to do things to me that I’d never experienced in real life, but I wasn’t free to ask for those things.
Whenever I closed my eyes, though, he was there… and in my dreams I didn’t have to ask. They always felt so vivid, so real, as if Maks were inside my head, inside my heart—and definitely, in those hot, frantic dreams—inside my body.
Tonight, in the way of dreams, the setting was both familiar and strange. It felt like my bedroom, my home, but not the one I lived in with Sarah. It was Maks’s home. Our home, together. And Maks was there, behind me, those hot hands that had touched me chastely so many times in the waking world, suddenly not so innocent. Slipping under my shirt, trailing a line of heat up my belly that shot straight
Sarah stopped, gripping my hand painfully tight. I could hear the tears she was holding back in her voice before she went silent, and I jumped in with the rest of the story when I saw that she couldn’t go on.
“There was an accident on the boat,” I told Ty. “Luke didn’t make it. We got the call from one of the other fisherman. Luke and Sarah weren’t married, so the company didn’t even bother to notify her, and of course there were no benefits. Sarah and Holly had nothing, so… we just thought this would be the best answer. If we got married, I could take care of them. Provide for them.”
“For how long?” Ty asked, not unsympathetically.
“For as long as they need me.”
----
I had fallen asleep thinking about the day I’d married Sarah. I knew that the memories had been stirred up by Ty’s earlier visit, and as I’d replayed the simple ceremony in my mind, I hadn’t felt any regrets. Not even my need for Maks could make me doubt my decision to step in and take care of Sarah and Holly when Luke wasn’t around to do so.
It had been the right thing to do.
We had done it at the courthouse, just the two of us and Holly. It was practical, and certainly not romantic, but it had still been done out of love—even if only the love of friendship.
The officiant had asked us if we’d written our own vows, and since we hadn’t, he had offered to use simple, traditional wording. Sarah had balked at including the line “until death do us part,” and what we’d settled on had been a good fit, even if the officiant had given us an odd look. When we’d held hands and spoken the words to each other, I’d meant every one of them.
I take thee as my lawfully wedded wife.
My constant friend.
I offer you my solemn vow to be your faithful partner in sickness and in health, to love and cherish you, to care for you and yours.
I loved Sarah like a sister, like family, like the constant friend she had been to me for so many years, and I’d vowed to be there for her, forsaking all others, for as long as she needed me.
Which meant saying no to Maks.
But that was real life—waking life—and right now, I knew I was dreaming… and it gave me permission to say yes.
It wasn’t the first time I’d dreamed of Maks, and each time was delicious torture. I had no idea if the reality could ever be as good as my dreams, and they’d become something I’d come to look forward to eagerly… and something I dreaded waking up from.
I wanted Maks, and seeing so much of him lately had been heaven.
I loved his sense of humor, and the way he listened to me as if everything about me was fascinating, and the way he made even the simplest moments fun. I loved the little ways he always found to touch me, and the way he remembered the things that were important to me, and the way he looked at me, hot and tender at the same time, as if I was everything he wanted. And I appreciated that he respected my need to honor my marriage vows. I really did.
But oh, God, I desperately wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to do things to me that I’d never experienced in real life, but I wasn’t free to ask for those things.
Whenever I closed my eyes, though, he was there… and in my dreams I didn’t have to ask. They always felt so vivid, so real, as if Maks were inside my head, inside my heart—and definitely, in those hot, frantic dreams—inside my body.
Tonight, in the way of dreams, the setting was both familiar and strange. It felt like my bedroom, my home, but not the one I lived in with Sarah. It was Maks’s home. Our home, together. And Maks was there, behind me, those hot hands that had touched me chastely so many times in the waking world, suddenly not so innocent. Slipping under my shirt, trailing a line of heat up my belly that shot straight
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