Travis is still shaking and panting even after he stops coming.
Day is fast asleep, above him, lips still pressed on the mark he just bit into him, and it gives him such a rush to kiss those bloody lips.
He lifts his head, gently and licks the blood away, tasting himself on him, before he lies back on the bed, Day on his chest again.
Fuck, he can't stop shaking.
The bond is thrumming now, pulling and pushing, brighter too.
How did you know where to bite? Right above the fading marks, now indented with his teeth?
He doesn't care; all he knows is that his mate finally bit him, and it shook him, made the bond grow stronger between them, right before he is out like a wick, too.
….
His body hurt.
Day swears even the tips of his hair are sore.
With a groan, he stretches his limbs, the arms around his torso tightening, and he freezes before he settles back on the bed and looks behind him.
Travis is still asleep, both of them naked, and-
Messy.
