Chapter 6

I could tell right away the next morning that the partial dose of the heat suppression elixir had worked. For one, Dean was still asleep and appeared to have slept through the night. His need normally only allowed him to catch three or four hours of rest at a time, after which he had to wake me or turn to the toys for relief. So seeing him sleeping peacefully now was a positive sign. In addition, his skin was not as hot to the touch, and his scent was not as strong. He still had the feral cast to his features, but I was more concerned with the potion's effect on his physical well-being and behavior than his appearance.

My husband could use as much rest as he could get, so I quietly slipped out of bed and washed up. I wasn't sure what he'd be in the mood for when he awoke, so I only put on a pair of boxers. I brought the breakfast tray inside and had my fill of oatmeal with cream and fresh fruit, beignets, and some kind of tropical smoothie. I had to remember to thank the staff for their invisible yet impeccable service over the past few days.

Since I still had some time to myself, I turned my attention to another issue. Despite how much I adored his currently young and unblemished look, I knew my brother wouldn't be happy if I remained scarred and continued to age. Dealing with the scars was the simpler part—I merely tapped into his healing ability to correct the damage to my skin. Stopping the natural aging process was trickier. Fortunately, Death's gift of knowledge still worked, and I figured out how to manipulate my own matter and energy to achieve the result I wanted. I didn't attempt to youthen my appearance though, as I was still only twenty-seven and didn't want to end up looking like a college student again.

Dean wandered out just as I was finishing up, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He slumped beside me and mumbled, "How long you been up?"

"Not long—less than an hour." I handed him a bowl. "Here, eat up! Luckily, I think the dishes are spelled to keep their contents hot or cold as appropriate. One of the benefits of staying at a supernatural resort, I guess! How are you feeling?"

He stuffed half a pastry in his mouth and stirred his porridge before answering. "Definitely better, dude. Still feeling horny, but it ain't overwhelming like before—more like how I feel when I can actually take a break. Not feeling so hot and itchy either. Though I still look like a damn nekomimi character!"

"Well, we couldn't be in a much safer place for you to go out like this. Most of the people here know you're a shifter, but at the same time none of them know who we really are. And trust me, anyone staring at you now isn't doing it because they think you look weird. I'm going to have to beat horny assholes away from you with a stick," I said dryly. "So what would you like to do when we leave the bungalow?"

"Hmm . . . maybe a sailboat excursion—they look fun. But not a fishing one. Our jobs involve too much fucking killing as it is, and I don't wanna spend my vacation time picking on some poor fish."

"You're such a softy!"

"Shuddup! I'm perfectly happy having Flounder or Sebastian for lunch, but I ain't catching 'em." He paused and looked at me anxiously. "You sure you're okay with me going out like this, Sam? I mean, my normal flirting is one thing, but with this heat shit messing everything up—"

"Stop, Dee. I trust you. You're strong enough not to allow your hormones to force you into anything, and I know you'd never cheat on me. There's how others might react, but I think the two of us can handle any drooling suitors. So go ahead and flirt with Miko or Edith or whoever else you'd like. And make sure to hit on that dumbass Don a lot!"

"Dammit, you almost made me shoot oatmeal outta my nose!" Dean finished eating and set his bowl down. "Before we go anywhere, c'mere. I might not be in nympho-mode anymore, but we're still on our honeymoon."

With that, he tugged me back into the bedroom, where he showed his appreciation of the changes I just made by kissing and fondling the location of every former scar. After getting each other thoroughly sweaty and sticky, we showered, dressed, and walked to the Lodge.

My brother flushed self-consciously every time someone stared on the way to the main building, though he relaxed when I put an arm around his waist while we waited in the lobby. Once he was free, we talked to the concierge about reserving one of the sailboats later in the day. We then decided to get drinks and hang out in the Salon for a while.

We were just sitting down with our mai tais when I heard Edith coming up behind us. "Sam, Dean, there you are! I was starting to worry when I hadn't seen either of you in a couple of days, especially when Jacques told me you were taking all your meals in your bungalow. I mean, I do understand it's your honeymoon, but it still seemed a bit o—Oh my!"

Dean smiled uncomfortably as she took in his appearance. "Sorry, I came down with a . . . um, hormone imbalance thing. Me and Sam had to stay in to deal with it."

"He's starting to feel better today, so we decided to get out for a bit," I added. "It's really nice that you were concerned about us."

"I understand. I've heard weres and skinwalkers talk about their heats before. There's no need to be embarrassed—it's a natural thing." She eyed him appreciatively. "And I must say, this look rather suits you."

He gave her a more natural smile. "Thanks. This is only the second time it's happened, so we're still getting used to it." He glanced over her shoulder. "Hey, hold on a sec—there's something I gotta take care of over there."

He got up and sauntered over to the other side of the room, where Don was conversing with Susan. I couldn't make out what my brother did, but the male vampire stomped off after a few minutes with a red, disgruntled face, leaving Dean looking smug and the skinwalker confused. He whispered something to her that made her laugh.

Edith watched this exchange with a resigned expression. "Oh dear!"

"Do you need to go after him?" I asked.

"Donald's a big boy, and he needs to learn how to handle things better." She waved a hand dismissively in his direction. "It's good if your husband talks to Susan. I'm sure she can give him insights into his situation. I take it neither of you grew up in the community?"

I shook my head. "My parents were both human. My dad didn't know anything about the paranormal until my mom died. We didn't have much contact with other shapeshifters after he found Dean, so we had to figure out everything on our own."

"Most hunters seem to start out that way. It wasn't impossible to figure out—your scars, the way you both move, your knowledge of the supernatural but not the community," she explained in response to my startled look. "Don't worry—I don't plan to mention this to anyone here. He may be flighty, but Loki wouldn't bring you here if you were a threat. And it's obvious that you're here simply to enjoy yourselves, not cause trouble.

"You have to realize that the community has an . . . uneasy relationship with hunters in general. You provide a valuable service in removing the troublemakers before they can draw too much attention and potentially expose the rest of us. But too many hunters don't care to differentiate between those who are actually dangerous and those of us who just want to live peacefully. I must admit though, I've never heard before of hunters who weren't human themselves."

"I appreciate your discretion and understanding, Edith. We really are here just for our honeymoon. And we don't hunt anyone or anything who isn't harming others," I said earnestly. "But I get your concern. My dad was mostly in the 'all supernatural is evil' camp, and we've met hunters that were far worse.

"But we also know others who are more like us too. They know and accept what Dean and I are, and some of them have worked with other non-humans as well. It could be beneficial to both sides to learn more about each other and see how we can help each other out."

"It could be, but it's not a decision I can make on my own. I do like both of you, but I don't think we know each other well enough yet to trust one another with secrets that could put ourselves or others at risk," she replied soberly. "Perhaps we can try to stay in touch after this and truly get to know each other. Then we can see about expanding on your suggestion."

"I understand. And I'd love to keep in contact regardless. We lose a lot of friends the hard way in this lifestyle, so I'm not going to turn down the opportunity to make a new one," I told her.

Dean wandered back over and curled up beside me. "Whatcha discussing so seriously?"

I wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Edith figured out we're hunters, though she knows we're not here to . . . work. We're talking about keeping up with each other after we leave here. If that works out, she could introduce us to the supernatural community, and we can introduce them to the more open-minded hunters. I think there's a lot we can do for each other."

"Huh! Well, I know Sammy and I like you, and it'd be awesome to stay friends. And it'd gimme more chances to educate your hubby on how to not be a dick," he said with a grin, before stealing the pineapple from my cocktail. "As for the rest, anything that could make our jobs easier and all our lives safer sounds great. If nothing else, there's a whole lot we can learn from each other."

We chatted for a while on lighter topics, and Edith continued to sit with us through lunch. We spent the afternoon sailing around the island on one of the resort's catamarans, swimming, snorkeling, and learning from its crew how the boat worked. After stopping at our bungalow to wash and change, we went to the Dining Room for dinner, where we shared a surf-and-turf platter for two. Afterwards was dancing on the verandah outside the Salon. Dean had become less embarrassed about his appearance over the course of the day and thus was able to enjoy the attention he received from other dancers.

It was close to midnight by the time we walked back to the bungalow. We'd been feeling a little tipsy when we left the Lodge, but the fresh island air and bright moonlit sky soon cleared our heads. My husband disappeared into the bathroom with a warning not to follow him in.

Anticipating that he was preparing a sexy surprise, I undressed and put away my things. I set numerous candles on the nightstands, dresser, and reading table and turned off the lamps in the room after lighting them with a thought. I tied long silk scarves to the posts of the bed and set my iPod to softly play some of his favorite rock ballads. I then sat on the bed to wait.

My breath caught when the other man entered the bedroom shortly after and slowly turned in place to give me a full view of his outfit. He was clad in a red satin and lace G-string, which strained over his heavy cock and left most of his curved ass bare, except for the lace butterfly nestled at the top of his buttocks. Matching red lace and ribbon collar and cuffs were wrapped around his throat, wrists, and ankles. His only other adornments were his wedding ring and amulet. His face was minimally made up, just mascara, smoky eyeliner, rosy lip gloss, and a hint of perfume.

Fuck, Dee, I whispered as he moved within reach. You look . . . you look so hot!

He shrugged almost shyly. Yeah, well, it's our honeymoon, so I figure it still counts as a special occasion . . .

Dean placed his hands on my shoulders and bent his head to kiss me. I put my hands around his waist and opened my mouth, and his tongue slipped in to dance around mine. We exchanged several deep kisses, until I maneuvered myself back so that I was sitting up against the headboard, pulling him along with me. He shifted position to end up in my lap, his lace-covered groin rubbing against mine. As we frotted together, I let my lips wander down his neck to suck a mark at the base, while he caressed my pectoral muscles and nipples.

Before our pleasure could get too close to peaking, I lifted the smaller man up and slid him down onto my cock, the string between his legs rubbing against my length. He immediately began to rise up and sink down on it, the smooth walls of his passage contracting around me. I kept my hands on his middle and thrust up into him, stroking his prostate with each pass. He fitted his lips to mine, and we gasped and sighed into each other's mouths as he rode me steadily.

We moved together for a long time, neither of us in a rush to reach completion. Eventually though, I felt my climax approaching, so I dropped a hand onto his member to strip it rapidly through the front panel of the G-string. He cried out and slammed down onto me, his seed pulsing over the filmy fabric, moments after I came deep inside him. I slid down until we were resting on the pillows and listened to him rumble contentedly on top of me.

Did ya ever think before that our lives would end up like this, that things would turn out so good? my lover wondered. 'Cause sometimes . . . I dunno, it feels like I'm dreaming all this up or something!

I know what you mean, man. It's almost hard to believe this is all real, that we could be so happy after everything we've been through, I replied. I wanted 'normal' for so long because I couldn't imagine a way to find the peace and joy I needed in the lives we had.

And yet, here we are, Sammy!

I know, I know. I sighed. I still wish sometimes that we could've found a way to really talk to each other the way we can now long before this. Then maybe we would've found each other and made ourselves this happy before the Apocalypse started, before your deal, before losing Dad, maybe even before I left for Stanford.

There's no point in worrying 'bout coulda or shoulda. 'Cause unless we can fit Baby with a flux capacitor, there ain't much we can do 'bout shit that happened before, he pointed out. We just gotta enjoy what we've got now. And do whatever it takes to protect it.

I rolled us over and looked down into those wide green eyes in the glimmer of candlelight. How did you get to be so wise, big brother?

Long sooty lashes swept down demurely. Dunno . . . I guess you bring out the best in me, little brother!

I reached down to kiss him softly. He smiled up at me and ran gentle fingers through my hair. I rested my head on his chest and sighed as he continued to play with my hair.

After a few minutes, I pushed myself up. "Do you trust me, Dee?"

He gave me a surprised glance. "'Course, Sammy! You don't hafta ask that!"

"Then I'd like to try to use these on you, if you'll let me." I picked up the end of one of the silk scarves. We hadn't tried restraints since the night of Dean's assault, so I was nervous about his reaction.

As he eyed the scarf, I explained, "I'll use quick-release knots so that you can untie yourself whenever you want. And we'll pick a safe word that you can use the moment you want everything to stop. I—I know we've haven't done anything like this in a while, but I hope you're ready to experiment a little."

Dean was quiet for a couple minutes before nodding. "Let's try it. I trust you, sweetheart. And if I do start to feel hinky, I'll say 'Poughkeepsie,' okay?"

I kissed him again in relief before pulling off and standing beside the bed. "Would you prefer to be face up or down?"

"Uh, lemme try being on my stomach. You haven't gotten a good look at the back of this thing," he replied as he rolled over and wiggled his butt.

I went around to each corner of the bed to fasten the scarves around his wrists and ankles. I made the loops just tight enough to not slip easily over his hands and feet, and I made sure the ends of the knots were near his fingers if he wanted to tug them loose. I checked on him when I was done and was relieved to see him lying still and relaxed, his breathing even and his face calm.

"How are you feeling now?" I asked.

He tried to crane his neck around to look at me. "Doing fine, kiddo. You gonna join me here or what?"

I climbed back on the bed between his spread legs and paused to admire the view. His long limbs were stretched out gracefully, the black silk wrapped around each wrist and ankle standing out against his pale skin. His tousled gold hair fell over the top edge of the red satin and lace circling his neck. His broad shoulders and chest tapered down to a narrow waist and lean hips, all of it speckled with cinnamon freckles. The red lace butterfly on the back of his panties sat above the sweet swell of his ass, held in place by satin ribbons running over his hips and between his cheeks.

I leaned down between his firm thighs to lick at the cum seeping out of his pink hole onto the red satin. Dean twitched in surprise at the first touch of my tongue and then tried to push back as I slid it into his entrance. He moaned happily as I lapped at his rim until the ribbon was wet with saliva. I then spread his cheeks and ran my tongue up the thin strip of fabric there. I straightened when I reached the lacy butterfly and palmed his hips up a little so that I could push my cock into his taut passage.

My husband gasped as I sank into him up to the hilt and then hummed happily as I lay down along his back and pressed kisses into his nape. He continued to purr with pleasure as I curled my hands under his shoulders and started to flex my hips, gliding my shaft back and forth against his sweet spot.

You like this, baby? Still feeling good? I crooned.

Y—yeah, Sammy! Ahh, your cock is filling me up so good! he panted. Don't stop!

I kept rolling my pelvis, luxuriating in the sensation of being enveloped in his slick, tight heat and in his love and trust. I kissed along his shoulders and murmured endearments as I pumped in and out of his velvety channel. He in turn tried to raise his ass up in time with my thrusts to let me slip in even deeper. I noticed that he was gripping the silk above the knots tightly but making no effort to pull loose.

We surged and ebbed together over and over, taking tender enjoyment of each other. He chanted my name each time he squeezed around me, and I nipped and nibbled up the column of his neck and around the shell of his ear. I began to pick up the pace of my strokes, and he muffled his shouts into the pillows. Not long after that, he shook and clamped around me in ecstasy, and my orgasm followed after a few more thrusts. I reached down to free his ankles, while he tugged the knots on his wrists loose. I then turned both of us onto our sides and draped an arm around his waist.

I dropped a kiss onto the point of his shoulder. Was that good for you, Dee?

His chest vibrated with satisfaction. That was pretty awesome, dude! The silk felt better than the cuffs we used before—it was more comfortable and . . . and intimate. We can definitely do this again, baby boy.

I'm happy to hear that. So . . . did you bring any more panties?

You'll hafta wait to find out!