Aalyan
For some reason, he was laughing. Possibly his brain couldn’t cope with what was happening in any other way.
Ghian tried to lean back, but when Aalyan dug his fingers into the skin of his shoulders, his mate subsided and held on, steadying like the ground to a tree.
It was an alpha’s place and throughout it all, Ghian had played the role as well as could be imagined—supportive to a fault, ensuring Aalyan was well-taken care of, comfortable both physically and socially. And now he’d just offered— No, it wasn’t an offer, was it? He’d said he wanted it. He wanted Aalyan to f**k him.
Was this what the shaman had meant about Ghian’s dual nature? Was that why he’d given Aalyan the pendant in the first place? He’d talked about Aalyan’s leadership and after what had happened with Jave,
