"Didn't find out until after we got back from Guarma" he said with a nod. And by then he was already coughing blood. Perhaps if he'd been a little less worse for wear he might have killed Micah that night. But there was no point in what-ifs. John and his family had gotten away, and in the end, that was what mattered. His second chance at life, being a bear, was an unforeseen turn of fate he'd not take for granted.

Arthur returned the kiss, smiling against the other's lips and shifting to lay over him as his legs went to wrap around him.

"Mmm I could kiss yea forever darlin'" he breathed, moving to his throat briefly. The heat was already pooling in his belly at the thought of being with him again.

"How you want me this time?"