by Jez Morrow
His hips convulsed with a needful thrust.
He released a cry that was both surrender and conquest.
The throbbing release was both seething fire and quenching rain. It went on and on.
Passion’s fires gentled into hypnotic serenity like the ebb of an ocean tide from the beach into a lovely sunset. He had never felt so spent and so filled, so complete, the blood in his veins singing.
Martin floated upon a cloud of elation, holding Jack, enjoying the weight of him, running his hands over the damp skin of his back, tracing the hard muscles that rose and fell with Jack’s deep, slowing breaths.
Jack’s shoulders shifted. Jack propped himself on his elbows to hover over Martin, searching his face. There was such a quality of gentleness in Jack’s dark eyes that Martin had never seen. Jack’s hands cradled Martin’s head as if he were precious, his shoulders hunched protectively.
His thumbs brushed wetness from Martin’s face. Martin hadn’t realized he’d been crying. Jack kissed his tears.
They lay together in a tangle of damp limbs in a shaft of moonlight that fell through the parted curtains. Their heartbeats slowed to a deep gentle tattoo.
As the fervor subsided into adoration, Jack drew the sheet around Martin and surrounded him with his warmth and strength, as if he could gather the moonlight around them.
Jack’s muscular arm made a hard cushion under Martin’s head. Martin nestled closer to find a more comfortable resting place for his cheek on Jack’s chest. He toyed with the stiff curls that tickled his nose, and listened to the strong beating of Jack’s heart. He heard Jack’s deep voice reverberate within his chest as Jack asked, “How do you feel?”
How did he feel? Shining, whole, safe, blissful—there had to be some word higher, more alive. There was no word to express everything he felt.
Or was there?
“I feel…in love,” said Martin. “And I want to feel this way forever.”
“I swear I will do everything in my power to keep you in love with me for as long as I breathe,” said Jack. “Don’t leave me again.”
“Never,” said Martin.
A cold winter wind moaned through the treetops outside. The night never felt so warm and light. Martin mumbled sleepily against Jack’s chest, “Do you think there are any others? Wolves? Like us?”
Jack shook his head on the pillow. “Don’t know. Don’t need to know anymore. I don’t need others. You are all I need in this or any world.”
He put both arms around Martin to hold him closer. He kissed his hair.
They were home and whole now, two wild hearts beating in an ancient rhythm, together, for all the rest of their tomorrows.
The End
About the Author
Jez Morrow is a Scorpio with Scorpio rising. The eyes are gray. The hair is blonde at the moment. Rather than the traditional cat, her writing familiar is a large black dog. She is published internationally under several names.
Jez is married to her true love, a combat veteran. (She has a thing for a military man.) Jez and her husband (and the dog) currently live in Ohio, but their hearts are in the Smoky Mountains.
The author welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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