After the slow fucking, the night before my back was pounding in the worst way. There was also something prideful about the fact that Ronan and I had fucked & fucked & fucked until I had collapsed and couldn't take his dick any longer. Ronan was still out cold his soft snores so cute.

Lifting my head off his chest I watch him sleep just taking in his perfect figure. We were cuddled together and everything about being beside him and in his home felt perfect. Laying my head back on his chest. The pressure of me dropping my head on his chest was enough to wake him up.

“Good morning, Nicholas.” he said his voice rough with sleep.

“Good morning, Ronan.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Honestly, sore, but very satisfied.”

“Glad to hear that. I’ll go grab you some pain relievers and a drink. Then how about some breakfast. I'm starving.”

“Mm I'm down”

Moving off him so he could get out of the bed was work. But Ronan was quick about getting a drink and the pills. Thank heavens.

The pills and water went down and wolf genetics quickly moved the pill through my body. This was a good thing and a bad thing. Good thing was that pills kicked in quicker. The bad thing was they wore off faster too.

Ronan handed me the shirt from last night and helped me up. The shirt was the easy part; the boxers that came next were horrible. Ronan had to help me.

Once dressed he basically carried me down the stairs to the kitchen and set me on a chair. The chair was hard and cold against my ass and I was so happy that I had taken the pain pill because that would be an ugly feeling on my swollen hole, for sure.

I laid my head on the table as I watched him make breakfast. Pancakes, Eggs, bacon and the rest of the breakfast foods. Damn, did it all smell and look like heaven.

Ronan set all the plates of food in front of my face. A mug of coffee was also set there. I lifted my head and grabbed the cup pulling it to my lips and drank the piping hot liquid.

The food was an after coffee thought.

Ronan put a ‘little’ bit of everything on my plate as he placed it back in front of me. Picking up his coffee, he took a sip before looking at me. You could tell something was on his mind and he wanted to talk about it.

“You need to talk about something?”

“I’m really not sure how, see that's my problem.”

“Say it how you think it’s meant to be said.”

“Be my mate…”

Choking on the mouthful of pancake I swallowed before looking at him confused.

“What? Now?”

“Be my mate.”

“Ronan I---”

“Nicholas, let me speak, okay? Please.”

“Go ahead.”

“I want you to be mine. You have been on my mind since the gathering and I was looking for ways to be around you so when you showed up at the bar last night it was perfect. I want you, as my partner, my mate, my catch.”

“Your catch?”

“My catch, the only one to have caught my attention and kept it.”