Getting lost in the euphoric sensation of his husband's knowing touches wasn't difficult. Blue lay back on the bed, taking a more passive position as Eivind began to shower his body with kisses. The wolf drew a series of invisible lines along Blue's lithe form, and the young man felt shivers scamper up his long legs as he wrapped them around Eivind's waist, pulling him close. Pulling him in.<br/><br/>Sometimes their sex was rushed and passionate, like two teenagers discovering each other's bodies for the first time. They were attracted to one another like powerful magnets, always trying to force their way closer together. Other times, their sex was slow, sensual and deep. The kind of sex only true lovers could engage in, individuals who had decided to come together as one breathing, pulsing entity. Eivind was good on his promise. Opting not to fuck Blue this night, but make love. The tenderness with which he touched, Blue imagined the wolf was leaving the ghosts of love letters on his skin, meticulously etching out each letter with gentle lips.<br/><br/>He treasured their time together, relished in each lingering moan and the flexing of each wiry muscle in his lover's body. When they finished, Blue pulled Eivind to him, encouraging the wolf to rest his head upon his chest. Blue ran his fingers through Eivind's thick hair, memorizing.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>The phone was buzzing. The damn thing hadn't made a fucking sound in weeks, but now, tonight of all nights, it was buzzing. Stellan couldn't remember where he had put the damn thing. He'd packed an overnight bag, grabbing the few bits of clothes he had at the garage, tossed the unused cell phone in there for reasons he couldn't place.<br/><br/>Sig was asleep next to him, tiny body twisted up in crisp white sheets. He'd looked so perfect during the wedding, Stellan hadn't waited even one minute after stepping into their little rented haven before divesting him of his tux and fucking him senseless. The big wolf inhaled, smelling himself on his mate, comforted. Slipping from the bed, Stellan quietly moved over to his bag, digging through t-shirts and jeans to find the little electronic nuisance buried at the bottom.<br/><br/>He yawned, pressing a button to illuminate the screen. A single text showed on the screen, but it was enough to force the wolf's heart to leap from his chest and dive deep, deep, deep into his stomach.<br/><br/><i>lof's moving in on sieger soon. come back. <br/>
</i><br/>"Fuck," he spat, throwing the phone away, watching as it crashed onto the floor. He growled, rubbing a hand over his bearded chin. What was he supposed to do? Ignore it? Let Lofgren take Sieger by surprise? Say something and help Blue execute his insane plan? Saying something but insist they run like Sig wanted to all along? Even if Lofgren did attempt to find him, the four of them could hide well enough, couldn't they? Just drop off the face of the earth. Neither pack would ever have to know.<br/><br/>He stood in silence for a long while, staring at an empty spot on the floor until it started to move in the darkness. Hoping everything just went away on its own certainly wasn't good enough. He slipped back into bed, reaching beneath the sheets to rouse his mate.<br/><br/>"Sig. Sig... he's doin' it. Lofgren's gonna fuckin' do it."