OmegAlpha -The Wandering pack T2 ( Complet)

Moment of peace

Galen was able to return home the next day. The rest of the day had oscillated between euphoria and stress. The babies were in good health, but the second would be born premature and therefore more fragile. The various traumas Galen had been through had had repercussions on the gestational sacs and the doctor had confined him to bed for the last three weeks. He was not allowed to carry anything, to make any effort, to avoid transforming. Shh was also exhausted. He had drained his strength to protect the babies from poisoning and he had suffered as a result. His condition was worse than it had been a year ago when they left LaCrosse. Shh was ill, weakened and had fallen back into silence. Not even the Beast could bring him back. Shh was holed up to heal.

They had started work on extending their chalet before leaving for Las Vegas, but they would have to revise their plans to make it bigger, as there would be two babies. For the moment, though, the one room they had added would suffice. As soon as they opened the door, the smell of freshly cut wood and fresh paint tickled their nostrils. It was a clean, new smell. Morgan had already lit the fire in the stove and the warmth was pleasant after the cold air and steady rain. Morgan was buzzing around him like a bee. He helped him take off his coat and shoes, sat him down on their sofa and brought him some tea... Galen sighed and smiled at Morgan, who had returned with a blanket. He patted the seat beside him. Morgan placed the blanket on Galen's legs and sat down next to him. Galen rested his head on Morgan's shoulder.

"That's much better." Morgan muttered, hugging his shoulders tenderly and Galen sighed again, steaming his tea.

"Please don't pamper me too much, because when you don't I'll be sad."

"I'm not going to change, Sweetheart." Morgan said as he kissed his hair.

They remained silent, savouring each other's presence and watching the fire in the stove as the rain beat down on the bay window. They kissed. It was soft, almost hesitant. Galen put his hand on Morgan's cheek, pulling away just enough for their noses to touch. He smiled as he lost himself in the dark irises. He could only see confusion and a little anxiety in Morgan's pupils. He bit his lip and, with as much ease as his stomach would allow, climbed onto Morgan's lap. His legs on either side of the Ulfark. Galen stroked Morgan's cheek, lowered it to the nape of his neck and abruptly took his black hair in his hand, tilting his throat, revealing his throat. He pressed his nose against Morgan's cheek, then his lips and breathed in the scent of his Mate, slowly before finishing on Morgan's throat. He nibbled at it. His right hand was still firmly gripping his hair, while his left slipped between the buttons of his black shirt. Galen stroked the skin in small strokes, his mouth still in contact with Morgan's heat. Morgan was beginning to pant. His hands were on Galen's thighs but he didn't dare make a move. The first button was removed. The hand slid over the firm pectoral muscles several times, brushing against the hardening nipple. Galen's mouth moved down the throat, tasting the throbbing skin with his tongue, ending up on the bone, which he redrew.

The second button disappeared. His right hand moved from the nape of his neck to his shoulder. Galen's mouth ran along the solar plexus in the valley between the two pectorals. The hands took the opportunity to pull the fabric of the shirt apart, popping the third and fourth buttons. Without leaving the skin, Galen dropped to the carpet between Morgan's spread legs. He bit his side, making the Ulfark shudder. Galen hadn't looked at him once. He attacked the button on the jeans, which was deformed by the erection. He chuckled as the tip of the glans appeared above the line of the boxer shorts. Slowly he pulled the jeans and underwear down, just enough to free the hips... Galen finally stood back to look at his handiwork. Morgan had one arm over his face, the other hand resting on the sofa. The shirt was open wide, showing off the Ulfark's musculature through the play of shadows and his heavy breathing. The taut sex pressed against the firm belly along the hairline that ran from the navel to the fleece between the muscular thighs. The jeans opened wide in a way that was both obscene and erotic. Morgan was more than magnificent.