Page 58 of Glow

When they got in Quinn’s truck, Dan slipped a hand over onto his thigh. “Just warming you up,” he teased, letting one finger run up Quinn’s inseam.

“Just remember, I’ve got to concentrate to drive,” Quinn told him. “Getting in a fender bender will just make it take longer.”

Dan fake-pouted before he gave Quinn’s package a gentle squeeze and removed his hand. “I’ll save all my dirty thoughts for later.”

Once they got home, they kissed again in the truck before they headed inside.

After the door shut behind them, Quinn took Dan into his arms. “We’re going to be husbands.” He nuzzled into Dan’s neck.

“I like the sound of that.” Dan caught his breath with a shiver when Quinn licked his ear.

They took their time, removing clothing and appreciating each other with eyes and hands. When they finally dropped their jeans, they were both hard and damp.

“Where?” Quinn’s voice sounded rough with arousal.

“Bed.” Dan tugged on Quinn’s arm. “I want time to do this properly, or improperly.” He smirked. “Make it last. We’ve got all the time in the world now.”

Sex seemed even better somehow, now that they had made their commitment in front of the world—or at least, their corner of it. They had no need to rush, which made for plenty of foreplay, multiple climaxes, some afterplay, and post-sex cuddles.

“What do you think about doing a mating bite?” Quinn asked during the afterglow. “I’ve heard some of the shifters talk about it as their version of exchanging rings, and their human sides do that, too. They’re shifters, and you’re technically a were-Wally,” he added with a smile. “I know your bite won’t turn me. But I asked Dr. Jeffries, and he said it wouldn’t be amiss.”

“Like, actually bite you? Break the skin?” Dan sounded equally interested and horrified.

“I think that is the part that seals the deal,” Quinn said. “We wouldn’t have to vamp-out on each other. Just a little blood will do it, according to Jeffries. Blood is the oldest and most powerful vow, after all.”

Dan took a deep breath and nodded. “Let’s do it. How? I don’t want to cause any real harm.”

Quinn had talked to a couple of his married shifter friends, who were surprisingly open about the process.

“We can be very tidy about it,” Quinn said. “Wipe the area, usually where the neck joins the shoulder, with soap and water before and after, and put a bandage and antiseptic cream on it when we’re done.”

He cleared his throat nervously. “I have all of those things, just in case you said ‘yes.’”

Dan laid a hand on Quinn’s cheek. “I’m already yours, forever. But I’m all for making a statement to the world, just like the rings and the wedding.”

“Okay,” Quinn said, nervous now that the moment had arrived. “Let me get the supplies. Um…how about we lie down on the bed together. Just in case anyone faints.”

Dan chuckled. “Better safe than sorry.”

Quinn retrieved the items from the bathroom and brushed his teeth. When he came back into the bedroom, Dan was sprawled, naked, on the bed.

“Bite me, big boy,” Dan said in his most seductive voice, canting his head to one side to bare the crook of his neck.

Quinn’s heart felt like it might beat out of his chest at the utterly sexy view coupled with the seriousness of what they were about to do, and its utter unfamiliarity.

“I’ve, um, never done this before,” he said, and then wanted to smack himself on the forehead. “Obviously.”

“Just miss the artery, and we’ll be fine,” Dan joked, sounding equally nervous.

“Not helping,” Quinn muttered under his breath as he wiped the cloth over the area, took a deep breath, and steeled his nerves. “Here goes.”

Quinn held Dan in his arms and closed his mouth around the spot where he would normally place a hickey. Dan tasted of smoke and sweat and something uniquely shifter.

He bit down hard, pushing past taboo. Quinn felt the skin break and tasted blood. He felt a zing of energy pulse through his body, making his cock hard. When he pulled back, he saw the toothmarks and wondered if it would scar. “Sorry, that had to hurt.” Quinn cleaned the wound and covered it with cream and gauze.

“Second time you’ve popped my cherry,” Dan quipped.

“Now you get to return the favor,” Quinn replied, glad Dan had lightened the mood. He tilted his head and offered his neck to his partner. “Make me yours.”