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Angel."

Chapter Three
     
    Throughout his life, Angel had received many requests of
courtship. Despite being doves, it was not unusual for one of their kind to be
unable to find his or her mate, so most people sought out the companionship and
affection of others to fill that void. Such a union would never be as perfect
as a true bond, but it didn't make it any less real.
    Angel had refused each offer, because in his heart, he hadn't
wanted to make a promise he couldn't keep. He had waited, holding onto the hope
that his mate was out there, and that they'd find each other eventually.
    He'd never been happier for his decision than now, when
Landon was touching him all over, showing him what it meant to be with his
other half.
    Angel's earlier orgasm had chased away some of his urgency,
but he remained very much aware that Landon wasn't in the same situation. He
was tempted to reach out to his mate and suck Landon's cock, to drive him crazy
just like Landon had done to him, but the werewolf didn't seem to want that—or
at least, he didn't show it. His hands roamed over Angel's cheeks, his nose,
his mouth, then traveled down his neck and abdomen. His lips soon followed the
same path. He was once more exploring every inch of Angel, just like he'd done
in the shower, and Angel wasn't selfless enough to complain.
    Still lax and a bit dizzy from the orgasm, Angel completely
surrendered to his mate's ministrations. When Landon's hot mouth enclosed his
nipple, he arched his back and gasped. Landon caressed his hip, a silent assurance
that he would give Angel everything he wanted, and more.
    Angel's cock was already hard again, his body responding to
his mate's proximity and masterful touch. Landon released his nipple with a wet
pop and whispered, "Close your eyes, my angel. Relax and let me take care
of you."
    Angel complied, although something wicked stirred in his
chest. He would indulge his mate for now, because Landon needed this
reassurance. But Angel also wanted to take care of his mate. It went both ways,
and Angel couldn't wait to show Landon that.
    He reassessed the thought when Landon's wicked tongue
continued to explore his body. Okay, maybe Angel's little plan could wait. After all, there was no rush. They had already agreed that they had
plenty of time—all the time in the world.
    It was strangely peaceful, to acknowledge that, to finally
understand he at last had what he'd been waiting for. Some people would have
almost called it anticlimactic. It was just so easy to fall into the haze of
lazy pleasure, to succumb to the hypnotic spell Landon weaved around him. Angel
wondered if werewolves had magic. He didn't think so, but maybe Landon was
special. It definitely felt that way to Angel.
    Every swirl of tongue seemed designed to draw the most
sensation and to convey just the right message. Nerve endings Angel hadn't even
been aware of flared to life under Landon's careful ministrations. From the
hollow of his throat, to his chest, his bellybutton, and down to his toes,
everything Angel was became the target of Landon's gentle ruthlessness.
    Landon's hands were never idle either. Those clever fingers
zeroed in on Angel's groin, rubbing his taint, massaging his sac. Sensations
piled on top of one another, making Angel's body vibrate with pent up bliss.
    He would have undoubtedly come already if not for the earlier
blow job. As it was, he held on—just barely, but he did.
    Oddly, it wasn't a touch that snapped the frayed edges of his
control. Rather, it was a phrase, three simple words that reached out to
Angel's very core.
    There was one moment, a single moment when Landon lifted his
head and murmured, "Angel... My mate."
    It was like a switch was flipped in Angel's mind. His eyes
shot open and he suddenly knew that above all else, he needed to show Landon
that he felt the same. Before his mate could figure out his change in mood,
Angel shoved Landon off. His lover's eyes went wide and in his shock, he fell
back on the