Morgan had to think about it. “Black.”
“That’s not a color!”
“Yes, it is.”
“Black is a shade,” Terry insisted.
“A shade of color,” Morgan said with a grin.
Terry looked at him.
“All right, all right. I know it’s not a color. But I like it best. It
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goes with everything,” Morgan said.
Terry filed that away as Morgan liked every color.
“Favorite movie?” Terry asked.
This time the answer was instant. “The Friday the 13th series.
Except the one where he goes into space.”
Terry laughed at the way Morgan muttered the last part, as though it had put a bad taste in his mouth.
“And you?”
“Uh.” Here was where Terry got a little embarrassed. “The Wolf Man.”
“The― !” Morgan sat up quickly and stared down at Terry with something akin to horror. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I know, but I like those movies. The newer one was pretty cool, too.”
“Those movies only pass around the idea that we’re dangerous
and can’t control ourselves.”
“Dracula movies do the same thing with vampires.”
“That’s because most vampires are pompous assholes who suck the life out of everything.”
Terry raised his brows at his lover, and then he grinned. “You think Ivan or Vlad will be happy to hear that?”
Terry had met the two vampires, and though he was somewhat concerned for Ivan’s mental health, after he’d caught the vampire apparently talking to himself, he still liked the both of them.
Later he’d found out that the talking to himself part was normal for Ivan, who was apparently a medium and could speak to ghosts. It only got stranger when Terry found out that Ivan was apparently mated to the spirits of one of the alphas in this pack who’d died in battle.
He tried not to let that weird him out too much whenever he found
himself hanging out with the man.
“I said most vampires,” Morgan grudgingly admitted. “The last
thing I need is for Andrew, or Ivan possessed by Eric, to come
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knocking on my door asking what the hell my problem is.”
“Favorite game?” Terry asked, continuing on with their questionand-answer session. They were both naked, but so far nothing had happened between them as they lay in bed. They just snuggled together, but with the way Terry felt Morgan’s fingertips tickling up and down his ribs, moving as low as his hips sometimes, he knew Morgan was thinking about it.
“Before, I would’ve mentioned all the Atari classics.”
“You would pick something like that,” Terry said, nudging him. He’d finally gotten Morgan to admit his age, and apparently, today was his birthday. Sixty years old. It was strange, considering he didn’t look much older than Terry, really. Terry wanted to get him something, but Morgan insisted that his life and Terry were all he needed.
Terry was just going to have to get him a late birthday present when he got some money.
“If you grew up with Pong consoles, you would’ve thought Space Invaders and Donkey Kong were amazing, too,” Morgan said.
Maybe Terry would see if he could find him an Atari.
“But as for a favorite game, right now I’m leaning toward that strange board game we were playing.”
Terry remembered it. “I swear it was like trying to put together a puzzle just to start the game.”
“We’re going to have to get our own copy of it, when we can remember what it was called.” Morgan’s hand was resting on his hip now, pulling Terry closer.
“How in control of your wolf do you feel right now?” Morgan asked.
Terry blushed as he recalled how he’d lost control the last time they were together and had bitten Morgan, left their shared room, and wandered right into a hunter camp.
He shifted his shoulders around, feeling nothing but peace within him.
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“I’m feeling pretty good right now. I have been since I went with the alphas, to be honest.”
Morgan grumbled at that reply. Terry was going to have a hard time convincing him to let that go. If anything, a wild omega was almost as competent a hunter and killer as a trained alpha who had full control.
Even Blasius, the alpha who seemed to think he was a Viking or something, agreed with him on that.
This pack was full of strange wolves, but they were keeping the weres who’d come here from Phillip’s pack alive, so Terry was grateful to them.
“I have one more question for you,” Terry said as Morgan pulled him onto his lap. Terry leaned in a little, allowing their dicks to touch.
“Yeah?” Morgan’s eyes were heavy now as he stared up at Terry with absolute wanting on his face. “You are so fucking gorgeous, you know that?”
Terry face went red hot. He was still getting used to being given all these compliments on his body.
“Thanks. Uh, you are, too, by the way.”
Morgan laughed out loud and continued to do so even when his nose started to pain him.
“Not right now I’m not,” Morgan said, clutching at his nose, and all the N-sounding words coming out with Ds in front of them.
Terry still wanted the other man so much. “Really, you are. You look like one of those guys who models for a calendar or something. You’d be the one dressed as a construction worker or a fireman. You
have the body for it.”
“Had one of those calendars, did you?” Morgan asked with a grin.
Terry was never going to stop blushing. “Maybe.”
“Well, you have the body of a business exec.”
Terry looked at him strangely. “A business exec?”
“Someone who works out, great shape, narrow hips, but gorgeous shoulders and pecs. You’re not way too big like I am. You’re
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perfect.”
“I’m pretty sure most businessmen don’t have the body you’re describing,” Terry
