Desirable (mxm)

forty; stepping up

"But I know you have to," he murmurs before kissing my shoulder.

I chew on my lip. "Keep doing that and I'll never leave."

"So should I–"

"No," I laugh lightly and tug him closer. "As much as I want you to. We'll be here all day."

"Doesn't sound like a bad day to me."

I close my eyes and rest my forehead against his. "Leaving you is the hardest part."

Milo inhales a long breath. "I hate it when we leave each other."

"I'll be back."

"I know."

When I move to get out of bed, Milo doesn't cling onto me. His hands slip from around me as I stand and put on my clothes. I stare down at my mate in his bed as I tug on my t-shirt and roam my eyes over that stunning face and sleep tousled hair.

"I'll see you soon," I nod.

Milo pushes himself up in the bed. "Sure."

I press my knee to the bed and lean over him, cupping his jaw gently and pressing our lips together in a sweet kiss. The second our mouths touch, electricity sparks through me and I whimper as I hold him tighter. Milo's fingers wrapping around my wrist as I kiss him deeply.

When we pull away we stare at each other and I offer him a smile. "Bye, handsome."

His cheeks heat with a soft pink and I run my thumb over the skin. "Bye." He whispers.

I head for the door without looking back because I know if I do, I'll be coming back for another kiss because I cannot stay away from him. But I have duties. As much as Viola stressed her distress to me yesterday, I have to make sure that she's okay. Even if she doesn't want me meddling anymore.

When I reach my pack house, I head inside and physically shine from the thought of being covered in Milo's scent. I don't want to wash, even though I know I should. I head upstairs to my bedroom and flop myself down onto my bed.

Are you home? My father's voice lingers in my mind.

I close my eyes. Yeah.

Meeting with Leon and Imogen in an hour. Is that okay with you?

Sure.

Then I'll definitely have to shower to rid Milo's scent off me before he starts asking questions that I don't want to answer.

After I'm freshly showered and in new clothes, I stand at my window and glance outside. My wolf is itching for a run but I have to see what Leon and my father want in their meeting with Imogen and me.

A knock at my bedroom door draws me away from my thoughts and I turn around to see Viola emerge. Before either of us can say anything a waft of a familiar scent washes through my nose and I grimace immediately.

Her scent is off. Mixed with something that doesn't fill me with joy.

"You went to see him?" I ask quietly.

Viola's hands clench together in front of her as she shuts the door behind me. After a few moments she nods and I stare at her in disbelief. "He came back this morning." She whispers.

I can't take my eyes off her but when I do, I check her body for any signs of damage or injuries. If he put his fucking hands on her. My wolf growls deeply inside me.

"What happened?" I ask, walking towards her. "Did he hurt you?"

She shakes her head instantly but she can't meet my eyes. Like she's guilty of something. My arms fold over my chest as I analyse her face once more. "No," she murmurs. "We talked. Kept our distance."