“I wouldn’t hate it,” he replied, a half-smile playing over his lips. No, quite the opposite. He’d rather enjoy more of that. Or anything, really. Whatever Sam was inclined to give him, Matthias would happily take. The gentle sort of affection they’ve shared all these years or this intense passion they’ve only just discovered.

Matthias continued trailing his fingers over Sam’s face, tracing the lines and curves he knew so well. Then he moved to push his fingers through Sam’s hair and closed the distance to capture his wolf’s lips in a slow, lazy kiss. It had none of the urgent need of their earlier kisses, but didn’t lack for want and warmth. Before pulling away, the demon licked at Sam’s lips, then smiled.

“My monster,” he purred, keeping close to nuzzle against the wolf’s face. “Mine.”