the mated pairs in the Cloverleah pack, but now was the first
time he was experiencing it for himself. It was an intoxicating
sensation.
Checking that Matthew was still okay, Dean bought up his
other hand to join the first and carefully ran his hands over the
solid muscles of Matthew’s chest. Like most wolf shifters,
Matthew had no body hair, and the way his tanned skin
gleamed in the afternoon sun appealed to Dean both as a
painter and as a man.
“You are truly beautiful,” he breathed as he watched his own
hands on all of those acres of skin.
“You make me feel that way,” Matthew said, the light tone
letting Dean know that the man was pleased with his reaction.
Keeping his touch light and even, Dean traced over muscles he
had learned about in his art books – the top of the trapezius
and the slim stemocleidomastoid muscles of the neck; the
bulging deltoid, bicep brachii and extensor muscles in the arm
and the delightful pectoralis major, serratus anterior and rectus
abdominus muscles in his torso, which rippled under Dean’s
touch. Dean felt lightheaded with pleasure as his fingers
touched every square inch of skin that he could see.
“You’re quietly driving me crazy here,” Matthew said softly, but
Dean could hear the smile in his voice. Without thinking he
dropped his eyes to the significant bulge in Matthew’s jeans.
There was a wet patch over what must be the head of
Matthews cock and Dean took a deep breath at the obvious
sign of Matthew’s arousal.
Expressing a confidence he didn’t feel, with a desire he wanted
to explore, Dean asked quietly, “Do you think, if we went into
the bedroom, you would let me see you naked?”
“Look at me, little one.”
Dean raised his head and saw the intense hunger in Matthew’s
eyes. But the man’s face was kind and he still had a soft smile
on those lovely lips.
“I want nothing more than to be naked with you,” Matthew
said, his voice low and calm. “And I don’t want to do anything
that might upset you. But if we do this, can I ask a small
favor? For me, would you take off your shirt too, so that I can
at least look at you? I promise not to touch you, not unless
you say it’s okay. But please let me see just a bit of you at
least? Would you be comfortable doing that?”
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Matthew held his breath, almost certain that Dean would say
no and if his little mate refused, then he would respect that.
But he believed that if he could get Dean to be comfortable
being at least semi-naked around him, then it would make the
physical side of things between them so much easier over time.
Dean needed to learn that Matthew wasn’t going to be put off
by any scarring he had, and Matthew was almost desperate to
see what Dean had hidden under that baggy t-shirt of his.
Dean had dropped his eyes to where his hands lay stroking
Matthew’s smooth bulging pectoral muscles. “I’m not going to
look anything like you,” he said hesitantly.
Matthew laughed. “I’m glad about that,” he said, pleased that
Dean was at least considering his request seriously. “I’m not
attracted to me, I’m attracted to you. Could you imagine what
it would be like if someone like Damien and I went to bed
together?”
“No I couldn’t,” Dean snapped and Matthew hid his smirk. The
jealousy was a good sign.
“Neither can I,” Matthew said soothed. “Big muscle bound
jocks don’t do anything for me. Cute, slim little Omegas with
pale skin on the other hand, send every cell in my body into
quivering lust.”
“You’re an idiot,” Dean said as he climbed off Matthew’s lap.
For a moment, Matthew thought that Dean was going to run
away, but his little mate surprised him when he said, “Come on
then, let’s do this.”
Okay, that wasn’t the most encouraging tone in his mate’s
voice, but it was a yes, and Matthew wasn’t stupid enough to
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