His Dominant Human Mate

7: Bath

When they entered the suite, the atmosphere was much different. Julian felt more at ease, which Anthony noted. “Do you think we can still salvage the night?” Anthony asked hopefully. Julian smiled, loving the fact that his mate was eager to make it work between them.

“I don't see why not,” Julian responded. That was like a green light to Anthony, who pulled his son's teacher in his arms and just hugged him. Julian took the moment to inhale his mate deeply and discreetly, obviously. His wolf howled in joy at having their mate that close. 'Mark him!' He demanded. Fearing that the wolf might push forth and do something both might regret, Julian stepped out of Anthony's arms.

“I need to use your washroom.” He whispered, trying to get a moment alone to steady his already spiking up nerves.

“You can use the one in the bedroom.” Anthony offered as if he were reading his mate's mind. Julian scurried away fast and only re-emerged after he was sure he had his emotions under control. Or so he thought, until he saw Anthony in a tank top. His heart began thumping wildly as his palms became unbelievably sweaty. “Are you okay?” Anthony didn't miss the weird gaze on Julian.

“You are very distracting.” Julian blurted and almost regretted it after seeing a smug smirk blossom on his mate's lips. The man was taunting him on purpose.

“At least now, you are feeling half of what I am feeling.” Antony retorted, training a smoldering look on Julian. The werewolf groaned low in his throat. Even without realizing it, his mate was pushing his wolf to a point of f*ck it and just take a bite.

“You think I don't want you in the same vigor?” Julian asked breathlessly.

“I know you are holding back,” Anthony said instead. Julian didn't argue with the observation because it was the truth. “Why?” Anthony insisted. He wanted to know what the younger man was thinking.

“Because I want to avoid scaring you away,” Julian whispered with a thoughtful frown. Anthony moved fast and before Julian could register what was happening, his mate slammed their lips together. Sparks flew. Julian moaned throatily, enjoying the pleasure of having his mate's lips move in sync with his. Though none deepened the kiss, neither could remember having been kissed better. Not even Anthony, who believed to have married the love of his life. They only separated to catch a breath.

A breathless Julian took a step back. He was scared of losing control.

Anthony didn't seem to take the hint. He followed, slamming his body back to Julian's and cupped the man's face. “I want to kiss you some more.” He confessed hoarsely.

“We might not be able to stop,” Julian responded shakily, licking his lips. Anthony's eyes darkened.

“Don't ask me to stay away from these delicious lips.” He growled, leaning in and ran his tongue over the said lips. “Now that I have had a taste, I can't stop.” Before Julian could argue further, Anthony captured his lips and sucked the bottom lip, catching his lips briefly between his teeth. Julian automatically wrapped his arms around Anthony's neck, and the latter pulled him closer by the waist.

When Julian felt Anthony's hands travel to his butt, he jumped back hastily with profanity.

“I am sorry.” Anthony apologized instantly. “I got carried away.” Julian saw the justification in his mate's eyes,, and he didn't like it. There was nothing his mate had to be sorry about.

“Would you like to take a shower with me?” He asked boldly, surprising Anthony who stared at him skeptically for a moment. “Nothing will happen, just a shower.” Julian used Anthony's earlier argument when he invited him over to his house.

“I would love to,” Anthony confessed with an eager smile.

“Perhaps we could take a bath instead,” Julian suggested, realizing he needed something to hide his hand on, and he couldn't think of anything better than foam. At the same time, he craved an intimate moment with his mate to call his wolf. Anthony instantly agreed and pulled Julian towards his bedroom and into the large bathroom. He didn't want to give the man a chance to change his mind.

Before long, the two men were comfortably soaking in the warm water. “You are too far,” Anthony complained, gesturing to the empty space between his legs. Amused, Julian shifted from the opposite side of the bathtub and sat between Anthony's legs, letting his head fall back on his mate's chest. Anthony snaked his hand around Anthony's waist with a contented sigh. “Much better.” He couldn't hide his glee. Julian chuckled, wiggling to make himself more comfortable.

“I have so many questions for you, I don't know where to start,” Julian whispered after a while.

“Ask anything you wish to know.” Anthony encouraged, but in his heart, he hoped it had nothing to do with his wife. He had never found himself in a situation where he needed to let her go, but with Julian, he knew it was just a matter of time before he began introducing him to the family.

“Tell me more about your lifestyle,” Julian demanded. Anthony thought about it briefly, segregating the ideas in his mind. He wanted to find a way to explain about his lifestyle to Julian, including punishment and all, without scaring the man off.

“B*SM, is a general term representing different preferences when it comes to s****l activities…” Anthony began quietly after reaching out for the bottle of champagne he had popped and filled Julian's glass.