we built this city on broken glass

His thoughts in those precarious moments lingered entirely upon Malia and their home. Frost so returning to that role of ever-dutiful Alpha now that the immediate danger had passed and he was so given that chance to consider the safety off the pack at large. Malia, despite her veritable naivety for the world in some aspects, was a good protector and more so- she was more than capable of making those much needed decisions in his absence. The Were-Coyote having proven to hold leadership qualities. The very kind that had already prompted the stallion to consider her for that Beta position upon their return. The sudden touch of Nadya's fingers along his back so readily engaged his attention, Frost glancing away from that window then in search of whatever it was that so required his attention. Those days spent within his homeland having seen the man return to that near constant state of alerted wariness. Frost near anticipated some sort of problem in every sense. Nadya's slow and yet purposeful stroll back towards that bathroom so readily saw his violet gaze linger. The manner in which she slowly slid that clothing from her perfect, feminine figure only further managing to ensnare every part of his attention. For so many years he had been near....apathetic to the feminine form. Little about the women in his life so having brought him any sense of pleasure. Nadya the very first to ever engage that want from him in a genuine way. That intimacy between them the first he had ever truly experienced in any relationship- and how addictive it was.

That phone was smoothly hung up a moment later. Frost moving to cross that room in pursuit of his mate. The sight of that rather large tub was unexpected and yet his gaze so readily found Nadya all the same. The stallion unable to deny how very....tempting both that bath and his girlfriend were in that moment. Nadya's insistence that water was perfect promoted that touch of a simper to his lips once more as he moved to slide his own shirt from his toned figure. Those bruises that had patterned his flesh already having healed thanks largely to that sleep he had finally managed to achieve on the plane ride. Frost assured he had never been more thankful for a plane trip in all his life. His jeans and boxer shorts were easily shucked free off his figure a moment later. His clothing was tossed aside to join Nadya's own upon that floor. Frost moved easily then to sink into that tub in turn, that heated water nothing short of heavenly in its embrace off his figure. His eyes fluttered closed, even for just that moment, a soft sigh falling from him then. Each and every sore muscle seeming to relax in that waters embrace and yet- it was hardly the water he truly desired in that moment.

His gaze flickered readily to his mate once more. Frost content to remind her of that very first time they had shared a hot tub. Nadya, in the wake off her power, having all but fled into the night after that singular kiss they had exchanged. A kiss that had been coaxed into being by her very affinity and yet- while that very gesture had once been almost baffling to the man he was, now, almost thankful for that.....guidance of sorts her power had provided all those years ago. His own understanding of intimacy, until Nadya, a shockingly limited thing. Frost, even now, so often struggling to display those things he felt. Emotions so eternally a weakness of sorts for the man. He cared for Nadya, more then that, he loved her and her children and yet he often he struggled to....express those very things. Nadya knew, he suspected, just how he felt. His actions toward them each day perhaps an inclination of that and yet he was....trying, slowly, to become better at those more outward displays. Nadya's very insistence she had lost a perfectly good bathing suit to that very evening he mentioned prompted that soft chuckle to his lips. How well he remembered that suit too. It was almost shame she had ruined it really, in her efforts to flee from him. Frost almost assured....she should make it up to him. Those very words parting his lips in those cool tones.

"Yes, really. It was so....impolite of you to leave me wanting."

Those words were little more then a tease, Frost leaning forward then to let his lips find her own in that tender, wanting kiss. That very need for her surely expressed within that very touch. Frost lifted one hand, allowing it to run down her side, that smooth caress so allowing him to feel the warmth and slickness of her skin beneath that touch, Nadya easily shifting closer then, just as he desired from her. Nadya's arms wrapped about his neck, her feminine figure sliding onto his lap, Frost more than encouraging that very position. His very figure so already responding to her. That soft utterance from his mate tugging that simper onto his own lips amidst that fevered kiss. That soft sound of pleasure rumbling within the depths off his throat as her fingers ran through his snowy hair

"Yes, very much like that."

Her hips rocked agianst him then, that water preventing much of that friction he desired and yet that warmth and slickness so afforded a new set of sensations he was hadly opposed to experiencing. How readily that adrenaline seemed to return to his figure. That utter need for her so entirely eclipsing in the wake of those past few days. His desire to take her as wholly instinctive as it was near primal after having survived that ordeal. That flight having restored his energy more than enough for that very task. His lips returned to her own with a renewed vigor as his hands slid upwards and over her sides, relishing that feeling of her heated skin. How easy it as to allow his hands to find the soft swells of her breasts, his thumbs circling over those peaks to coax them to attention and further those sensations of please within herself. Each soft sound he so managed to coax from her only furthering his own satisfaction. That sheer feel of her agianst him to coaxing that readiness from his own figure. It took barely a moment to find her mind with his own affinity. Nadya's mind a place he knew so decidedly well. Her mind, by far, the easiest to find that very connection with. Her thoughts so smoothly melding with his own. His hands shifted to meet those very desires near the moment they formulated within her own mind. Each want within her thoughts near instantly met with that connection. Frost near relishing in those very sounds he could coax from her before his hands shifted back to her hips to steady her agianst him, his own rolling forward to enter her with those smooth, practised strokes. That very feeling of her utterly incomparable. Those moments of physical connection with the woman he loved, in the wake of all they had survived, nothing short of glorious.

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