Reunited with His Werewolf Beloved by Anya Byrne

of what really happened between them. Of course, he'd only been fooling himself. As they surrendered to the unavoidable, something inside TJ slid into place. It seemed as if a part of him had been missing, and now that he had it back, he felt free, wild and ecstatic. He bit, teased, caressed, licked, did everything he'd craved for far too long. When the need to breathe forced him and Bobby apart, he started kissing down Bobby's neck. His mate threw his head back, exposing the white column of his throat. Seeing him like that, so beautiful in his submission, almost made TJ come on the spot—or would have if he hadn't already planned far more for him and Bobby. To be fair, he didn't actually have a real plan. He was simply following his instincts, and they told him exactly what both he and Bobby needed. He didn't even have to think about it. Being with Bobby was like second nature, returning home after an eternity of being denied what he most craved. No—more than that, it was like breathing, finally taking in oxygen after years of choking on his own pain. And because he knew for a fact that his mate had suffered just as much, he held on for as long as he could. He swirled his tongue in the hollow of Bobby's throat, and then focused on his nipples. When he bit the tender nubs with far more harshness than he'd have liked, Bobby actually screamed. "Jay... Please, please, please. Fuck me." It was the first time either of them had spoken since they'd reunited here, in the forest. Pred