You hurt me with the way you treated me. You knew we had sex. You even told your mother we did, except you did nothing when she treated me like shit. And you treated me just as bad, like everything I gave to you didn’t mean anything.”
“That’s not true,” Constantine said. “It meant everything. Without you, I’d be dead.”
“That’s all it was to you, wasn’t it? I gave you my blood and saved your life, and that’s all you see.” Owen rolled his eyes. “Well, congratulations, Mr. Stylianos, you’re going to live.”
Owen started toward the door, and Constantine couldn’t stand it anymore. He stalked across the room and grabbed Owen, swinging the man around into his arms. “You are one fucking stubborn SOB, aren’t you?” he said, right before he claimed Owen’s lips with his own.
Owen resisted for just a moment, his body stiff in Constantine ’s arms before he melted. He went pliant, leaning into Constantine ’s. His lips softened and opened allowing Constantine inside. Being no dummy, Constantine pressed further into the kiss, ravishing Owen’s lips.
“I want you, Owen,” Constantine murmured against the man’s lips. “I want to make love to you again, and this time, I want to remember it. I want to get to know you, your wants and desires, your likes and dislikes. I want to know your deepest, darkest secrets, and I want to tell you mine. I want to share everything with you.”
Constantine lifted his head to look down into soft moss-green eyes dazed with wonder. He brushed a stray curl back from Owen’s forehead. “And when you’re ready to trust me again, I want your heart.”
“And if I’m never ready?”
As much as that thought pained Constantine , he was willing to gamble on the future they could have together. “Then I’ll take whatever you have to give me and hope that someday I can prove to you that I’m worth the risk.”
“Do I have to deal with your mother?” Owen asked as he fingered the soft material of Constantine ’s cotton shirt.
“No. I’m not sure if you noticed, but everything I own is in the back of the moving trailer behind my truck. I’m moving away from my family, joining another pack where I can be the man I was meant to be and not what my parents think I should be.”
“You’re moving?”
“Yes, there’s a newly formed pack outside of Atlanta , Georgia . It’s nothing but Deltas and their mates. A few of my friends live there now.”
“How will they feel about you having two men for mates?”
Constantine ’s heart pounded faster at Owen’s words. “All of the members so far have two men for mates. I don’t think they will care a bit.”
“So, Christian and I would have to move with you?”
“No, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I’d prefer it if you did.” Constantine tried to keep himself from pushing Owen when he really wanted to claim him and scream to the world that the man belonged to him. “The choice has to be yours. I won’t force you.”
“Will I like it there?” Owen’s eyes kept flickering up to Constantine ’s, then back down.
Will, not would? That sounded like Owen was saying he was willing to give things a try. “It’s beautiful. The town is basically deserted now, but we’re trying to fix it up, get it ready for new members. And there’s a river on the edge of a town. Our house will be a couple of miles outside of town, though, right next to a beautiful blue lake.”
“Our house?”
Constantine nodded. “I’m building us a house on the lake, big enough for the three of us to have plenty of room to roam.”
Owen frowned, and Constantine thought he might have gone too far. “Will the three of us share a room or have our own rooms?”
“I wanted to build one large master bedroom for the three of us to share, but if you want your own room, you can have one. This will be our house, all of ours. We all get a say in how it’s designed.”
“One big bed?”
Constantine grinned. He