Chapter 18

Standing at the end of Bay’s queen-size bed, the changeling undressed him: first his T-shirt, then his jeans, and finally his boxer-briefs. Christopher created a pile of clothing on the bedroom’s floor.

“You’re handsome, Bay. The most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, inside and out. My soul mate. The guy I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

Christopher moved palms along Bay’s chest. Fingers danced over Bay’s pecs and nipples, making both hard. The shifter grazed Bay’s abdominal area, his navel, and brushed fingertips through the pubic triangle above his private part. He leaned into Bay, and Bay almost lost his balance, falling to the floor, as the man licked the length of his neck and kissed his cheek. Christopher’s lips met Bay’s again, parted, aligned again, and parted, melting their worlds together as if they had always been lovers.