In the middle of the night Jack woke briefly, feeling like the wolf in him was a little too close to the surface. Hoping Pitch wouldn't mind, he shifted into his other form and curled around his mate before falling asleep again. When Jack woke the next morning, he looked around him. His first instinct was to start grooming the man he was curled around so that's what he did, sleepily dragging his tongue over his mate repeatedly.

Pitch chuckled and ran his fingers through the fur on Jack's head. "Good morning to you too, my beauty." The wolf's response was a short huff and a long lick up Pitch's face, making him smile. "I think we should do this more often."

Jack nodded and continued grooming the vampire. He nosed at Pitch until he rolled onto his stomach and started licking the sticky sweat from his back. "I feel like I should be doing this for you too," Pitch whispered. A soft growl warned him to stay put, and a large paw to his back made sure he followed instructions. Pitch obediently laid still, letting himself be licked. "Is this a wolf's way of saying 'I love you'?" Jack curled up on top his mate with a soft rumbling in his chest.

"I'll take that as a yes." Pitch reached back to scratch behind Jack's ear. "I love you too, wolfy."

The next moment Jack was laying sprawled atop him, flesh to flesh. "Don't call me 'wolfy.'"

"Your wolf needs a pet name," Pitch purred, reaching back to give Jack's rear a squeeze.

"No I don't. It's still the same me."

"Fluffy. That's your pet name," Pitch teased.

"Hell no."

"I can't use your name. You're like a superhero. You need an alias."

"Why is that? What's wrong with my name?"

"If we're out, and you're in your pretty wolf form, you won't be recognized. Plus, I want to give you a ridiculous pet name."

"Fine." Jack sighed in defeat. "What about…Snowflake? That's what my Dad used to call me. Only North and Sandy call me that now."

"An elite club. I'm honored, Snowflake," Pitch teased.

"Hey, only in wolf form. I'm no snowflake like this."

Pitch pulled him down so he could nuzzle against Jack's neck. "Oh, you are anything but a snowflake."

"Good." Jack cuddled against him.

Pitch ran his fingers through his hair. "I still can't believe how lovely your wolf is."

Jack buried his face in Pitch's neck to hide his blush. "It's nothing special."

He chuckled and moved his hand to caress the back of Jack's neck. "He's very special, and very beautiful. Would you allow me to paint a portrait of him?"

"You paint?" Jack pulled away from his hiding spot to to stare at his mate in surprise. "How many hidden talents do you have?"

"You'll have to stay with me to find out," Pitch whispered, giving Jack a gentle kiss. "Will you let me paint your portrait?"

"I guess I wouldn't mind. If you really want to."

"I would. Beauty should be preserved, and I think you would look best on a canvas." Pitch smiled. "That sounds stupid; I just want an excuse to paint your likeness."

Jack laughed and gave him another kiss. "I'd do anything for you. But be warned, I doubt I'll be able to sit still for very long."

"Leave that to me." Pitch stood and gave Jack's rear a gentle slap. "Come on then."

"Now? Do you even have everything?" He hopped up to follow his mate.

"We'll have to go to my place. You've been wanting to see it since we started dating, and now is as good a time as any."

"Is there enough time before you have to meet your clan?" Jack pulled on some clothes.

"They can wait. I want to paint you now before you become too shy and change your mind."

"Good point," he laughed.

"And just so you're not surprised, I live in the penthouse. Although it is a couple floors."

"I had a feeling. If you called Toothiana's place a mere apartment I could only imagine where you lived."

"Then would it bother you if I told you I also own the building?"

Jack sighed. "I suppose it should...but I'm not really surprised."

"Just imagine our wedding when you finally agree to marry me," Pitch teased.

"Oh god…"

"Oh, and the ring. Twenty-five karats at least."

"I will not be wearing some gaudy ring. Don't even try."

"Too late."

"You didn't." His eyes narrowed.

"I did."

"You bastard."

Pitch laughed. "Close your eyes." Jack reluctantly followed directions. When Pitch told him to open his eyes again, he was holding out a small ring box, a simple silver band resting in black velvet. "I was teasing you. I know you would prefer simplicity if it comes with love."

Letting out a sigh of relief, Jack wrapped his arms around his lover. "Thank goodness. You had me going there for a second."

"Jack...my love, my life." Pitch pulled away and got down on one knee.

"You don't even have to finish." Jack leaned down to kiss him with a smile. "Of course I'll marry you."

Pitch slipped the ring onto Jack's hand and cupped his face, kissing him passionately. "My love. My beautiful, darling, precious love."

"I love you too, Koz." Jack melted into him, filled with a warmth he'd never felt before.

"Come on, my dear. As soon as I'm done painting, I'll acquaint you with my bed."

"Best offer I've heard all day." Jack admired the ring on his finger and found he actually rather liked the weight of it.

"You're preening, my love."

"Oh, shut it." He lovingly bumped Pitch away. "Never thought I'd like a piece of jewelry."

"I think you like the idea of having me exclusively. No encroachers on your territory."

"That's definitely one bonus."

"You're adorable."

"And you're running out of time before your meeting. Let's go paint this portrait and see your castle!" Jack grabbed his apartment keys and headed for the door.

Pitch followed close behind, grabbing at him teasingly. "If I have a castle, what does that make you? My Queen?"

"I'd prefer the title of Prince, thank you very much."

"Or the King's Consort?"

"Prince. Definitely Prince."

"Prince it is."

Jack took hold of his locer's hand, keeping it tight in his own on their way down the stairs. "I was thinking that...when you go off to your clan, I might tell the boys about you."

"That we're a couple?"

"That you're a vampire." He rolled his eyes. "If we're really going to get married, I think now is as good a time as any to know how they feel."

"Ah." Pitch gave Jack's knuckles a kiss. "Text me if anything goes wrong, alright?"

"Of course. But I don't think anything physical would happen even if they don't approve. There's too much of a bond between us three to go that far."

"If they hurt your feelings, we can watch all those Star Trek movies you wanted to see and eat ice cream."

"Well, hopefully that won't happen," he laughed. "Wouldn't want to subject you to all those movies."

"I don't mind. Anything for my mate and future husband."

"You say that now. Just wait until I want a Lord of the Rings marathon."

"My dear, I'll even watch The Hobbit with you. Six movies in all, correct? I'll watch them all."

"Now that's true love!"

"I told you I'd do anything for you," Pitch purred and kissed Jack's neck. "As an added bonus, if you're a good little pup, I'll watch the extended versions with you."

Jack shuddered against him. "You sure know just what to say to win a closet nerd's heart."

"I do my best, love. I only want your happiness."

"So far you're doing pretty damn well." He gave his mate a lingering kiss before hopping into the car, excited to finally see his fiancé's home.

"Welcome. Make yourself at home." Pitch dropped his coat over the back of a black leather chair, the room dark. He clapped his hands and the lights turned on to show off the dark blue and silver color scheme of a lavish bachelor pad. "Bedroom up the stairs and down the hall on the left. I'll make you a little something to eat."

"Holy shit." Jack gaped at the clear luxury of the place. "I think this is the most expensive place over stepped foot in in my life."

"Thank you," Pitch teased.

"This isn't even a home. It has to be a palace. There's no way!"

"You could move in, if you want."

"Don't tempt me." Jack held his hand out to Pitch. "But I will take a spare key. It's only fair, right?" He smirked.

Pitch dropped a key in Jack's hand. "Welcome to your home away from home."

The Were instantly slid it onto his key ring right next to his own apartment key. "Why such a big place when it's just you?"

"Gives me space after sex." Pitch shrugged and gave Jack a teasing look. "Now maybe it'll be enough space for us and our pups."

"That's sounds nice. I think it should be more than enough space for that." Jack wandered off with a smile, exploring the lavish penthouse. "I like your choice in colors, by the way."

"Thank you. It complements you perfectly."

"Almost like you knew all along we'd be together."

"In a way, I've dreamt of you every night since I was born."

"That's an awful lot of dreams." Jack wandered into the kitchen. "This is not a kitchen most people have in their homes. This is definitely professional level stuff."

"I enjoy cooking, as you've seen." Pitch kissed Jack's cheek and pulled a stool out for him. "You should see the bowling alley. There's also the movie theater."

"So why have we been going out on dates again? Especially when we could have taken them here and not have had to worry about stripping each other down in public." He plopped himself on the stool with a laugh. "I expect a full tour later. After food of course."

"Of course. And it's romantic to take your boyfriend out on dates."

"True. But I think we should have a couple here now."

"I'm glad you like my place so much. You can move some of your stuff in if you would like."

"Kind of like how you snuck your stuff into my place thinking I wouldn't notice?" He grinned at Pitch.

"I didn't mind you noticing. I just wanted to move in slowly so your wolf could have time to adjust to sharing its territory."

"Very thoughtful of you."

"Thank you. I try to be."

"So where were you thinking of doing this portrait? I think a wolf would look a little out of place amongst all these luxuries."

"My bedroom, of course. Your fur would look magnificent on black silk."

Jack's eyebrow rose at that. "Black silk? Show me the way."

"Anxious, are we?" Pitch took his hand and led him up the stairs. "Never been in a bed of black silk?"

"Nope. I look forward to it though."

Pitch opened the door and turned on the light. The room was a mixture of sumptuous burgundy and black with a large fireplace on one wall, bookcases along another, and a large bed on the third. In front of the fireplace, there was a large black fur rug. "Two California Kings. Had to fill the space somehow."

"Two? What could you have possibly needed so much bed space for?" With a smirk, Jack hopped onto the bed and rolled around. He settled with a satisfied smile on his face. "These definitely feel nicer than my sheets."

"That's why I have them. There's something about the feeling of silk on your skin." Pitch got his easel and paints, setting himself up at the end of the bed. "And I needed two for obvious reasons. What vampire hasn't tried an orgy or two?"

"Orgy?" Jack watched his lover's movements from his comfortable spot. "I hope I'll be invited to the next one."

"We already have them. You and your wolf take up all my sexual time."

"Good. I don't want to share you with anyone."

"Trust me, love. No one could satisfy me like you could."

"Glad I could be so satisfying. You ready for that painting yet?"

"I am. Will you shift for me?"

Jack stripped his clothes off and set them in a nice pile on the side of the bed. "How are you going to want me posed?"

"Just shift, please."

"Okay, okay." With a laugh, Jack hopped into the middle of the bed as he shifted. He sat perched on the silk, tail wrapping around his paws.

Pitch stood and slowly approached the huge wolf. "May I touch you?" Jack nodded and leaned forward to lick up the side of Pitch's face with a soft bark. Pitch smiled and ran his hands over Jack's head and face lovingly. "Even more beautiful now that I'm awake."

Jack put a paw over his nose in a bashful gesture, looking up at his mate through icy blue eyes. Hands ran down his neck, admiring the powerful muscles of his back and shoulders. "Don't be shy, my dear. You must have been told often how beautiful your wolf is."

The wolf nodded a little and nosed at Pitch's hair. But none of them were you.

"I think you're so beautiful, Jack. Snowflake, I mean. Jack." Pitch chuckled and nuzzled Jack's nose. "With the most beautiful eyes." Jack's tongue snuck out to lick at Pitch again. A low whine sounded from his throat. "I need you to lie as if you're sleeping. Will you do that for me, my good boy?" Jack flopped down onto the silk and curled up. His muzzle rested on his front paws as he stared up at Pitch for further instructions, ears perked up.

"Good boy," Pitch purred, running his fingers through the white fur. "If you stay there, and pose like a good boy, I'll give you a nice reward." Jack nodded eagerly as he leaned into the touch. "Cute little pup," Pitch hummed, scratching behind his ear. "Now stay. And no sleeping. I need to see your eyes."

The werewolf silently obeyed and kept his position. He didn't have to worry about getting sleepy; the sight of Pitch's intense painting was more than interesting enough to keep his focus.

Pitch watched Jack intently, memorizing every minute detail. "May I see more of your tail, please?" Jack shifted a bit and pulled his tail a little further away from him. "And a little more of your belly." The wolf huffed but shifted some more. "Good boy. You truly do look beautiful on a canvas." White ears perked up again, and he looked pointedly at Pitch. Jack shifted restlessly. "Does your wolf like when I compliment him? When I talk about how beautiful he is? How majestic, how lovely? How I love him just as much as I love his human form?"

Jack whined, hiding his nose behind his paws again. "I love your wolf, Jack. I adore him. " The wolf barked softly at him and licked his lips. His tail twitched ever so slightly in an almost wag. "You like hearing me compliment you, don't you? Beautiful boy." Jack nosed his way under the black silk, hiding under the sheets. "Don't hide from me, Jack."

A huff came from beneath the sheets. "Look at me, you beautiful pup." Jack let out a series of howling noises from his throat, like he was complaining to the vampire as he pawed the sheets off his head. "No complaining, or I won't reward you." The response he got was a growl. "If you behave, I'll kiss you sometime tonight."

Jack shifted again before settling down and staring again. Get on with it, already.

"Temper, temper." Pitch continued to work, meeting Jack's eyes every few minutes. "Ever imagine having sex on silk before?" The wolf shook its head and continued staring. He stretched his legs for a moment before curling up again. "Alright, you can shift back, but don't move. I want you to just lie there."

With a big yawn and another stretch, Jack slowly shifted back into his human form. He stayed curled up on the bed and enjoyed the feel of the silk. "I don't mind being wolf with you, but it's beyond frustrating not being able to answer you."

"And what would you have answered?" Pitch stood and repositioned Jack to lie on his back, slightly arched, his arms stretched seductively above his head and his leg bent just so, a hint of an invitation.

"Posing me for another portrait?" Jack smiled at the fussing. "I would have responded better to your requests, maybe asked a few questions of my own."

"Ask them, then." Pitch let his hand slide down Jack's chest teasingly before moving back to his easel.

"How does it look? Is this how you want me? I like how these sheets feel on my skin…" he drifted off.

"Go on," Pitch purred, decidedly more focused on the canvas.

"How much I can't wait for you to fuck me on this bed. How focused you look when you're painting. That I love the way you look at me."

Pitch inhaled deeply and let the breath out slowly, his heart struggling not to run away with him. "You must know how beautiful you are. Not just your body, but your soul, your mind."

"I'm not beautiful. I'm just a regular person. But the heart loves what it wants."

"Oh Jack, you are a star that does not see its own glory."

"That's okay. You see enough glory in me for the both of us."

"Put your hand on your throat, just so." Pitch did it on himself and nodded at Jack's similar pose. "And arch your back a little more." Jack smiled and copied the pose, maybe exaggerating a bit more than was intended and causing Pitch to lick his lips. "You know how you have bewitched me. Your movements, your expressions, all exaggerated more and more since we met. You captivate me."

"I try. Have to keep my mate's attention, right?"

"You have to do so little to keep my attention. A word, a look, is enough to keep me obedient at your feet."

"I guess I'm just an overachiever then."

"You are a seductive minx, and I adore you."

"Love you too." Jack met Pitch's golden gaze. "How much longer is this going to take?"

"I suppose I could finish it later…"

"I just need to move. I'm not one to sit still for so long."

"I have a way you can move."

"Does it involve using these sheets in a delicious way?" Jack slid onto his stomach and licked his lips.

"Define delicious," Pitch purred, putting his paints and brush aside.

"Something...sensual maybe?"

"Hmm, possibly." He stood and slowly stalked over to the bed. He watched Jack move. "I love the movement of your muscles beneath your skin."

"And I love it when you feel them." Jack stretched out languidly on the bed, putting on a little show.

"Do you want me to touch you, Jack?"

"I'd love you to."

"Then how can I refuse?" Pitch let his hands run up Jack's calves to his lush thighs and firm rear. He kneaded the flesh, pulling the cheeks apart teasingly. Jack rubbed against the sheets beneath him, the silk flowing across his skin deliciously. He moaned at his lover's touch. "You look more beautiful against black silk than I imagined." Pitch knelt down and buried his face between Jack's cheeks.

The Were writhed beneath him, his senses on overload. "I hope I can live up to the expectation of fucking on them too."

"You will, my dear. Don't worry. I promised you that." Pitch licked up between Jack's cheeks, along his spine to his nape. "These sheets were expensive. Would you like to come on expensive, silk sheets like a wanton mistress?"

Jack chuckled and glanced over his shoulder at him. "I think you can afford a new set if I ruin them."

"I can. I'll buy a thousand sets if I can watch you come on each one."

"That sounds like a challenge. Want to make me feel like a winner again?" He shifted his legs forward so he could rub his bottom against his lover.

"Always, my darling," Pitch growled, licking at Jack's neck and grinding against his rear. "And the walls are soundproof. No matter how loud you scream or howl, no one will be able to hear you."

"Good. Not that I cared much anyway." Jack turned his head to the side and offered his neck even as his legs opened for Pitch.

Pitch slid between Jack's legs, rubbing against his cheeks. He nosed at Jack's throat and the vein pulsing temptingly close to the surface. "What shall I do with this lovely neck?"

"Whatever you desire, my Alpha." His breath hitched in anticipation.

"I want to hear you say it."

"Let me feel your bite again. Have your way with me." Jack averted his eyes in submission, not meeting his Alpha's gaze.

Pitch swirled his tongue around one spot, provoking the vein to come closer to his mouth. "You're a tease and a minx, but I love you more than life itself."

The Were shivered as his pulse picked up. "Whatever I do is in instinct to please you, my love."

"Your instinct as an Alpha is to submit to me so beautifully?"

"My instinct is to submit to my Alpha," he growled.

"And your Alpha is mad for you," Pitch purred, biting down on Jack's neck and sucking obscenely.

Jack gasped and gripped the sheets in his fists. "He drives me mad with want." Pitch hummed against Jack's neck, holding his head still as he drank. Jack pressed every inch of his back against the vampire, plastering their bodies together until all he felt was silken skin and silk sheets.

Pitch pressed Jack down into the bed as his free hand wandered over the pale body freely. "You will give me such beautiful pups."

"They'll be made more beautiful with your genes," he chuckled breathlessly.

"The beauty is yours, my dear. I want our pups to be as white as a fresh winter snow, with eyes like icy fire." Pitch turned Jack's head to the other side, his fangs plunging into the other half of the pale neck.

Jack cried out. "A-and I want them with dark hair and eyes like molten gold."

"How about four each? A nice litter of eight sounds perfect." Pitch slid his fingers into Jack's hair and teased his scalp and each strand.

"I'm not so sure my stomach could hold eight."

"I think you could hold more, but I'll settle for that many."

"You still have to get me pregnant first."

"Oh love, I am trying. Your womb is a stubborn thing, but so am I. I will bed you a dozen times a day if I must."

"Then get on with it." He grinned.

Pitch gripped Jack's wrists and held them down above Jack's head, using his new grip to hold Jack still for his deep and powerful thrusts. "Perhaps your womb just needs to be awoken." Jack struggled half heartedly against the iron grip. He thrived like this, when he was pinned helplessly by his mate and taken mercilessly. Pitch's hips snapped against Jack's rear, forcing his hips to raise from the bed a little with each thrust. "You love me. Your wolf loves a vampire."

By this point, Jack was panting with each thrust, his body demanding more every time. "He craves his vampire always."

"Just as this vampire craves his wolf always." Pitch bit the back of Jack's neck, exerting his dominance like a wolf as he claimed Jack as hard, fast, and deep as he physically could. Jack howled loudly, his body tensing with release, and Pitch growled, holding onto Jack through his orgasm. "Come back to me, love. I'm not done with you yet."

Jack pushed back as he panted. He felt himself start to grow hard once again when Pitch brushed against his nerves. "More," he gasped out.

Pitch rolled Jack over and bit down over one hard nipple as he pounded between his legs. His fingers wrapped around Jack's length, stroking the sensitive flesh, as Jack looked up at him with icy eyes hooded with desire. As he lie there panting, he dragged Pitch down for a mind numbing kiss. Pitch battled Jack for control of the kiss, their tongues tangling together as their lips closed any space separating them. Jack finally relinquished control to him and let his mate have complete power over him. His hips shifted up, trying to meet him thrust for thrust, as Pitch bit Jack's lower lip, tugging at it teasingly. He gripped Jack's hips and aided him in meeting his thrusts. "Put your leg over my shoulder."

With a groan and a curious look, Jack lifted his leg up as far is it could go and hooked it over the man's shoulder. Pitch used the new angle to pound against Jack's prostate. "You are so beautiful."

Jack's head thrashed as pleasure shot up his spine. "I-I love you!" His hands clutched desperately at Pitch's.

"I love you, darling." Pitch buried his head against Jack's neck, his breath hot against the sweaty skin. "Come for me again." Jack's entire body arched up in ecstasy, head thrown back in a bliss-hazed howl. Pitch bit down on his neck and basked in the lust-filled blood. "You're mine, Jack. You're mine."

"Yours. All yours," he whispered.

"Once more, love. Get hard for me once more."

"I don't know if I can."

"I know you can. Come on. Once more, and I'll make it worth your while." A pale hand made its way down his chest to take his own length in his grip. Jack slowly stroked himself back to hardness, keeping his focus on the delicious sucking at his neck. Pitch took Jack's free hand and brought it to his lips. He tongued at the delicate wrist, letting one fang prick the skin. "That's my boy. I knew you would be good for me."

Jack's eyes rolled back in head, wishing desperately for his mate to bite him again. "Please…" His hand moved faster against his flesh.

"Where do you want my bite, love? I know you want it."

Pressing his inner wrist to Pitch's lips, Jack stared his mate down with needy eyes. "Feed from me." Jack watched in fascination as Pitch sank his fangs into his wrist, holding it to his mouth and drinking greedily. He moved away from his length to claw at the strong muscles on his back. Pitch groaned, sucking at Jack's wrist harder. "More," he gasped. "More. Always more."

Pitch pressed his own wrist to Jack's mouth. "You can bite me too, love." Jack couldn't resist biting down on the sensitive flesh of Pitch's inner wrist, his canines growing and piercing the skin. He moaned when the coppery taste of blood washed over his tongue. Pitch watched Jack drink from his wrist in fascination. He extended Jack's arm and bit down on his inner elbow, sucking in time with his lover. Every drink, every bite made Jack feel closer to his mate. He felt like they were one, blood cycling from one to other, filling him with a sense of strength he'd never known before. "Jack, stop." Pitch took his wrist from Jack's lips. "If we continue this, you will be blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh. You will be my immortal love."

"O-okay." Jack surged forward to kiss him instead, letting their tastes merge together between their lips. His hips bucked needily against Pitch's. Pitch held his head and kissed him passionately. His hands moved down and pressed against the Were's back, holding him close as he fucked into him. He bit down on Jack's shoulder as he came, filling him completely. Jack collapsed back onto the sticky sheets, dizzy from his own release. "I love you. So much."

Pitch nuzzled Jack's chest and kissed over where he heard his heart pounding. "That was but a taste of what your becoming will be."

"It felt so good…," he moaned softly. Jack looked down in confusion when he couldn't feel the usual soreness from his lover's bites. He was surprised to find the bites already healing over. "Is that supposed to happen?"

"One of the things, yes." Pitch licked at his wrist, the bite visibly healing before Jack's eyes. "The soreness from our lovemaking will also fade much faster. You will have some of my power for a time."

"Well, that's sure handy." Jack let himself sink back into plush bed. His hands ran over his face. "If only you were a wolf," he joked. "I could really use a cleaning after all that."

"Who says a wolf is the only one who can do it?" Pitch tenderly licked at Jack's skin, cleaning the sweat, come, and blood from his skin.

"It sure is more effective with a wolf-sized tongue though." He sniggered tiredly but enjoyed the loving attention.

"Shut up. If I was a wolf, you wouldn't have gotten the kind of lovemaking you just did."

"True." Jack rested on his arms and let his mate continue cleaning him.

"You were fantastic tonight, by the way. Maybe your best performance yet."

"Thank you, my love. It's easy when you have such a skilled partner."

"Compliments will get you everywhere, my darling."

"Then it's a good thing you make it so easy to compliment you." Jack smiled at him over his shoulder.

Pitch kissed him lovingly. "After you speak with your friends, will you give me an answer?"

"An answer about what?" Jack asked, tiredness showing in his eyes.

Pitch chuckled and kissed over each eye. "Never mind. We'll talk about it in the morning."

"Is it night already?" Jack propped himself up and looked around. "Holy shit. Weren't you supposed to go to your clan?" He let himself settle back down against Pitch, not caring too much if he'd missed the meeting.

"They can wait. I was pleasantly preoccupied with my lustfully insatiable darling."

"Tomorrow night then?"

"Yes, and you shall meet with your friends."

"And we'll know how they feel about the truth of us."

"And then you'll return here, to my bed."

"Happily. Eagerly." Jack nuzzled his way against Pitch and made himself comfortable against him.

Pitch cuddled Jack close. "You are so very precious to me."

"As you…" He let out a big yawn. "...are to me."

"Sleep, my darling boy. You're so tired."

"It's your fault. All yours."

"I know. I always have to fuck you to the point of absolute exhaustion."

"Indeed. Insatiable vampire." Jack let himself drift off into an exhausted sleep.

Pitch smiled and stroked his hair. "Only for you, my darling. You own me completely." He snuggled up around him, guarding over his mate as they both slept.