Cameron ducked his head into the crook of Eli’s neck, his lips over the mark, then his tongue, and then his teeth. Heat sparked through Eli’s body, pleasure spiking abruptly, making him cry out as his body shook in a sudden release. If it had hurt at all when Cameron bit the mark, Eli didn’t feel it. He caught his breath when the feverish feeling stopped racing through his body, his mind cooling enough to think neither of us so much as touched my dick.

His cheeks were already flushed, so going redder thankfully wouldn’t betray his embarrassment.

Cameron released his shoulder, lapping his tongue over the bite. Eli swore that he felt Cameron’s erection swelling inside of him, enough to make him feel a spark of discomfort in his behind.

“You can keep going,” Eli murmured to him, taking the initiative to roll his hips against Cameron. He answered the gentle provocation by gripping Eli’s hip, and thrusting forwards. Eli groaned, legs drawing up in tension, as that discomfort grew.

Cameron brought his mouth to Eli’s, sharing a dominating kiss that left Eli panting for breath when he was finally released. “I wasn’t even in you all the way yet,” he whispered against Eli’s lips.

Eli whimpered. “Did your dick get bigger?”

Cameron distracted him with a million kisses, teasing and caressing Eli until he was hard again, and pleasure was starting to build up in his body. He stopped noticing any sting below as Cameron thrust into him, and he came with him when as he bit down on Eli’s other shoulder, leaving a prominent mark.

Eli panted, eyelids heavy.

Cameron was stroking Eli’s dick again.

“It’s not getting hard again,” Eli complained.

Cameron nipped Eli’s ear. “Of course you can.”

By the time Cameron finally laid out next to Eli on the bed, catching his own breath, Eli was ready to fall into a coma. He panted as if he’d been running a marathon, and his body ached all over from exertion.

He’d wanted to talk to Cameron, but there was no way that was happening now.

“Eli?”

Eli just about managed to hum.

Cameron tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear, “Are you awake enough to shower?”

Eli made a sound in his throat, that Cameron rightly interpreted as no.

“Alright, in the morning then.” Cameron left the bed to flip off the lights, and came back with a damp washcloth and wipes. He cleaned up Eli and then tucked him under the blankets before climbing into the bed next to him.

Eli couldn’t move at all, but Cameron rolled him onto his side and wrapped his body around him. Eli knew that he would have no dreams tonight, supernatural or not, because he was going to be unconscious.

*

He woke up parched and sore. Really, really sore. More sore than he’d ever been after sex. Eli took in a few deep breaths as he orientated himself. Cameron was at his back, his arms wrapped around Eli’s waist, and his deep breaths indicated that he was sleeping. Eli looked around himself, taking note of the plain room and the window with blackout drapes covering it. Even with those drapes, he saw a glimmer of daylight.

Eli started to turn, and whimpered, pain radiating through his lower back as if it was being hammered. All the rounds they’d gone through on the bed came back to Eli. He remembered the various positions that hadn’t hurt in the moment, but he was feeling the effects on his body now.

“Are you sore?” Cameron asked, his voice thick with sleep as he stirred behind Eli. He kissed the back of his neck, over one of the many new marks, making Eli shiver.

“How could I not be?” Eli mumbled back.

“I have painkillers here,” Cameron said.

It was an ordeal as Cameron helped him sit up, and sip down two of the tablets with water. Eli eyed the marks scattered over Cameron’s shoulders and his neck. He’d left quite a few of his own marks. As soon as Cameron had put the glass of water back on the bedside table Eli leaned against him, and Cameron easily wrapped his arms around him.

They had so much to talk about that Eli didn’t even know where to start, and he wondered if he should simply let his eyes close, and drift back to sleep like his body demanded. Cameron stroked his back as Eli dozed off.

Cameron’s hand going still woke Eli before he could fully fall asleep. He only heard the footsteps when they stopped in front of the door, and the person on the other side knocked. Immediately, Eli wrapped his arms around Cameron’s waist. “I don’t want to be separated,” he said. He couldn’t take it. Finally, he was back in Cameron’s arms and able to rest, and he couldn’t bare it to lose that immediately after they were finally reunited.

Cameron kissed his cheek. “Of course.”

Cameron sat up, positioning his body in such a way that the only part of Eli that would be visible from the doorway were the parts covered by the blankets. “You can come in,” Cameron said.

Eli shifted, so he could peek around Cameron, to see Quint come into the room, as well as an unfamiliar woman. She had black curly hair and near golden eyes, both features seemed at odds with her aged face, wrinkles betraying that she had to be in at least her fifties.

“You’ve both calmed down I see,” Quint observed.

Cameron was tense.

“Thank goodness for that,” the woman said. “I can tell everyone it’s safe to come home.”

“I appreciate you accommodating them,” Quint told her.

“I know how mates can be,” The woman shook her head. “And no need to thank me, I’m afraid there would have been bloodshed otherwise.” When she said that part, she looked at Cameron. Cameron, who Eli noticed, was staying in his protective stance, as if he were going to have to fight Quint and the woman off. “Now young man,” she squared up to Cameron. “After your marathon last night I’m sure your mate is absolutely starving. Food is going to be ready to serve in the dining room soon, I suggest you get yourselves showered and presentable. I have some old clothes that should fit your mate here.”

“He’s eating up here,” Cameron said, his voice one of steel, that didn’t invite argument.

Quint leaned against the doorframe, keeping his silence.

“You may be allowed to keep your mate locked away in your room back home, but that’s not the way it works in this pack.” The woman said sternly. “Nor am I allowing the young men in this house to see an example of that kind of behaviour either. You’ll be coming downstairs to eat, or you’ll both starve. Even if you’re willing to go hungry, I’m certain you won’t let your partner.”

Eli got the impression that she was used to dealing with dominant wolves. Cameron was all tensed up.

“Penelope has allowed us very generously to stay in her territory, and we’ll abide by all of her rules while we’re here.” Quint said. “No matter how troublesome you find them.”

Eli could feel how much Cameron hated this. But his mind was drawn away from the wolf-instinct driven stand-off, to more human concerns. “Where even are we right now?”

Penelope looked at Eli, and that sternness vanished without a trace, only kindness in her gaze, and affection that didn’t look fake in her smile. “You’re in a town called Queensborough, dear. And you’re very welcome here. My pack are busy making a feast downstairs to feed you, so I hope to see you down there soon.” She then looked to Quint. “I’ll leave the rest to you,” she said, leaving the room.

Eli sat up when the door shut, leaning heavily on Cameron. “I think she likes me more than you.”

“Most likely,” Quint agreed. “She deals with dominant wolves enough in her life, I imagine having a sub as a guest is a refreshing change of pace.”

Eli discreetly looked over at Quint, using Cameron’s body as a shield. Quint pretended not to notice.

“We have a lot to discuss, but I believe Penelope is right, and eating should come first.” Quint said. When he left them, Cameron finally relaxed.