Glossy, celadon eyes followed him. Pretending to be uninterested in front of the guards grabbing afternoon coffees from the main pack house’s kitchen? Bored and hoping he would provide some entertainment? Georgie could feel Cove’s desire the same way he could feel the mate bond stretched between them. With every step closer it would ease a little on his heart. He couldn’t allow himself to, there were others in the room, and he could smell his public mate approaching.

Casey burst in and locked his swerving gaze to him almost immediately. A raised hand to the guards, an amicable acknowledgement, but his eyes were for Georgie.

“Afternoon, beautiful.”

Georgie tiptoed to him and let Casey catch him before he fell. He would only crash into his wide, muscled torso – what a shame! “Afternoon, handsome,” he whispered, sickly sweet.

The guards’ hushed comments caused a chuckle to run through the huddle. Casey’s hard look over the top of Georgie’s head silenced them and sent them on their way. They were only permitted to use the main house’s facilities because the alpha had invited them in the last few years, a kind gesture, easily rescinded.

Cove was unmoved by the hostile body language. He sipped from his own mug, watching Georgie over the rim with all the feigned disinterest of before.

“I need to change,” Casey murmured into the crown of his head. “Come with me?”

There was no reason to stay. He would only be caught in the constant tug between them, unable to act, desperate for both. Casey hadn’t been out running the boundary lines or anything else that might make him sweaty and in need of a change, in fact, he smelled incredible. He always did. Georgie let himself be led by entwined fingers, curious as to whether this would be another sneaky attempt at-

“We’re going the wrong way,” he said, more to himself than Casey. They’d only made it one turning away from the kitchen and already they were taking an odd route. Casey kept pulling him through the house, unconcerned by his revelation. They didn’t take the second staircase, turning away and down a thin corridor with just one door embedded. There were a bunch of unused rooms in the main pack house, waiting for a grand purpose or holding junk until the item’s time to shine. Casey unfolded his fingers and dropped a key into Georgie’s palm.

Georgie frowned down at the tiny item. Then, he looked to the door.

“Go on.” Casey was nearly bouncing with badly contained excitement. He tucked his hands behind his back in an attempt to hide it.

Georgie shook his head, a smile from side to side. “What could possibly be behind this door that’s got you so-”

Georgie stilled in the open doorway. An enormous suite was open before him, sparse in furniture and heavily embellished with personal touches: fairy lights and candles and their camp set-up crammed around a double bed and a stout dresser.

“I know we would have preferred the first time to be out in the woods, our happy place, but-”

“Casey,” Georgie sighed. He stepped back, shouldering into him and spinning into a cuddle. “It’s perfect!”

“Yeah?” His grin was pink-cheeked. “We don’t have to right now- I just wanted to-”

“Do you have somewhere better to be?”

“No,” Casey admitted, breathless.

―

Pillows piled just outside of the tent cushioned Georgie’s face. His hips were propped up by more, angled in Casey’s hands. His mate’s mouth worked around the back of his neck, replacing Georgie’s scent with his own, kissing away the tension in his shoulders. An unexpected nervousness had set in. His body was ready, aching for it, while his brain had the ability to think of all the things that could go wrong. It could hurt... That was pretty much it, actually. Casey had bent him over like this because he was convinced it was more comfortable for him. Georgie squished his cheek into the pillows and hoped he was right. Between his cheeks Casey pressed against him, that same round head that he’d sucked on in the forest, filling the space made by Casey’s fingers just before. Pleasure tickled Georgie from the inside out, the touch of his mate alone was enough to excite his senses, this… joining was sending his receptors into a frenzy. For his overthinking mind, the stretch wasn’t as scary as he had expected, not that different from his prepping, even.

Casey voice was a rasp when he told him, “You’re taking me so well.” The praise soaked into him, allowing Georgie to sink beneath him, opening to his penetration, his body accepting him even more easily. He was clay softening in Casey’s grip.

Kisses worked their way down to his tail bone, the squeeze around the soft handles of his hips lifting him again. Deeper, in a push slowed by his twitching insides, Casey’s cock dug. He retreated almost all the way, then filled him again, faster this time.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

Georgie whimpered garbled words in response, uncertain if he was supposed to thank him for the compliment. He felt good, too, the way he fit him so perfectly, the way he thrust right into that lovely spot-

Casey paused the roll of his hips. “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah.”

He leant forward, checking where Georgie’s face was tilted to the side. Georgie smiled, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Good boy.” He continued with shallow thrusts, easing him back into his rhythm again. The pleasure built, sparks stuttering through his body with every throw of his hips. The craving for something that his body could certainly not handle overtook him, a desperation for faster and harder. His brain, once again ruining all the soul mate urges his body loved to follow without the intrusion of thought, reminded him that this was his first time having anything stuffed into his most delicate area and there was plenty of time to beg for everything and more.

Speaking of more… there seemed to be no more Casey could possibly wedge inside of him… and yet he knew there was.

“Are-” His breath caught on a sudden thrust. He tried again, gathering his strength against Casey’s. “Are you going to use your knot?”

“No,” he groaned against him. “Not for your first time.”

However Georgie felt about his answer, Casey wouldn’t see anyway, but he didn’t know. He sped up a smidge, bouncing him against his cushioned buffer. Georgie could feel his restraint, though, a sense on the tip of his tongue. Whatever Casey was withholding from him, he wanted it… maybe not yet. His thoughts fought against his surging climax. What did he want and how did he want it and how to ask for it and...

Relax. Enjoy it for what it is. Your mate has you in his arms. He’s taking care of you.

Georgie blew out a long breath, melting with it, honing in his senses on nothing but the touch of his soulmate, inside and out, and for the first time in his life, he was struck with an orgasm without a graze of his dick. It was a warm rush, a flood of light, a symphony. Casey followed him, cuddling him close.

―

Georgie’s head lifted and lowered in time with Casey’s breaths, his bare chest warming his ear. “I can’t believe you finally have your own room,” he mused to himself.

“An alpha-sized suite,” Casey corrected giddily. “Enough room for me and my gorgeous mate.” His fingertips tickled up between Georgie’s shoulder blades and back down his spine again. Georgie shivered and nuzzled in closer.

“You’ll need a bigger dresser for all my clothes.”

“Whatever you want, my mate.”

“A canopy for the bed, like a princess?”

“If you know where to get one.”

“A bathtub?”

“Already got it.” He nodded proudly to the other door leading out of the room. “And a shower, too.”

“Fancy,” Georgie giggled.

“Don’t have my own office yet though.” He pretended to pout. “Guess I have to take power for that.”

“You’ve got a long wait for that.”

“Have I?” It seemed like he was avoiding Georgie’s eyes in the way he suddenly became fixated on the ceiling. It was plain white paint, little to look at. “It’s not like Cove is in the running without a mate.”

“Is that how your dad has decided to select his successor?”

“No… but I only pretend not to hear the rumours.”

Georgie sighed. “Those outside your dad’s office know nothing about it.”

“Neither do I, that’s what’s so annoying.”

“Are you eager for it?” Georgie reasoned, “You don’t exactly enjoy shadowing your dad.”

“No… but I don’t like feeling like I’m in a constant competition that I don’t know the rules of.”

“Would it be a problem if Cove ‘won’ the competition?”

“I don’t know…” It seemed for a minute or so that he wasn’t planning to say any more. Then, he murmured, “I would never kick him out of the pack if I was chosen.”

“And he wouldn’t do that to you either,” Georgie assured him.

Casey didn’t argue or agree.