“It’s only a matter of time.” Dane shifted in his seat to face Cort. “You two are soul mates. I had a feeling you were. I’m happy for you. Congratulations.”
“Thanks.” Grey had been stretched out on his stomach this morning, hugging the pillow. Cort inwardly sighed. His long, gorgeous body had been all kinds of inviting, but he knew Grey needed to sleep after all the excitement of getting his sight back. Cort was truly a lucky man. “So, a mate meeting, huh? Tell me what I’m in for.”
“It’s amazing,” Wiley answered. “I love being bonded to Baer, and I know Dane feels the same.”
“I do. Love being bonded to Clay, that is.” Dane smiled, his expression still a little sleepy, his brown hair tousled like he hadn’t been long out of bed. He wore jeans and a brown sweat shirt. “You’re in for a lot of excitement, that’s for sure.”
“Yeah, it’s like nothing else.” Wiley pushed up his glasses before brushing away a lock of blond hair out of his eyes. He had on one of the superhero T-shirts Cort usually saw him in—this one Superman. “Baer thought it would be funny for me to wake in bed with a monkey. Freaked me the fuck out. I’ve also now ridden an elephant and petted a grizzly bear. I still have to sometimes pinch myself as a reminder I’m awake and not caught up in a wild dream.”
“You do know he writes comic books, right?” Dane winked at Wiley. “He’s living the ultimate dream right now.”
“And you’re not?” Wiley asked. “Go ahead. Tell me you don’t love all of this.”
“Oh, I do. I was married before. Lost my wife and child. It’s still hard on me.” Dane frowned, sadness filling his eyes as he traced a ring left by the mug on the table. “I never expected to find love again, so I count myself pretty damn lucky.”
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that.” Cort frowned, unable to imagine losing a family like that. But he’d seen Clay and Dane together often enough to know that it was truly a love match—the two were crazy about each other, touched each other often, and he’d witnessed more than one passionate kiss.
“Now we just have to find the other soul mates, and we’ll have our own club,” Wiley declared. “I will admit it can be exhausting with the pestilents always after us.”
“And scary.” Dane eyed him closely. “You’ll have to get used to living in constant danger.”
“I know. It’ll still be worth it if I have Grey.” Cort took a sip of hot coffee, letting the caffeine work its charm. He settled in his seat and crossed his legs at the ankles. “I can’t believe I’m his actual soul mate. Like Wiley said, it feels like a wild dream.”
“That feeling never entirely goes away,” Dane murmured as he got up to get more coffee. He walked across the kitchen to the coffeepot, saying over his shoulder, “I’ve been with Clay about six months now, and I still have trouble taking it all in. The Weavers, the spells, the creatures sucking the life out of our world.” He returned to the table with his fresh cup and sat. “But I wouldn’t return to not knowing, not with what I’ve gained. But I never expected to find love again, not something like this.”
Cort knew what he was talking about. How he felt about Grey felt so damn powerful. Even now, he was tempted to go and crawl back into bed with the man. As it was, he’d had to peel himself off him just to leave the bed. Grey’s sleep-warm body had been too enticing. But it wasn’t just sex with them. Cort wanted to be around him, share in his humor, feel his warm presence. Cort felt like a better man when he was with Grey.
“And the sex is off the charts,” Wiley said with a sly grin at Dane. “My room is above yours after all. I hear plenty.”
“Trust me, I’m aware you two are above us. And that Baer likes to growl even in his human form.”
Wiley shivered, his cheeks flushing pink. “Love it when he does that.”
Cort was glad he was off in the apartment with Grey, because his man liked to yell. Not that Cort was all that quiet himself, but that bit of privacy was priceless. Grey was a private person and would hold himself back if they were in the main house. Cort would hate that. When they were in bed together, Grey gave his all. Fuck, it was sexy.
“I can tell by your expression that the sex is good on your end, too,” Wiley teased.
“I have absolutely no complaints,” was all Cort said. But he did grin and knew his pleasure was all over his face.
“I can’t wait to see who Lucien and Calder get.” Dane rested against the chair. “And it’ll be interesting to have the Air Weaver here as well. We’ll have a full house, then. I may need to start renovating the attic into bedrooms.”