Page 36 of Inevitably Yves

I chuckle. “Yes. He’s not as dark as he seems, and his spirit brightens the more he enjoys his mate.”

“What drew you to him?”

“He was a slave, basically. I had caught his scent in the market and hunted him down, essentially buying him away from the scum who thought owning people for his own whims was acceptable. Syn was equally compelled, so we offered him a new home.”

Damiano sits on the couch, smiling as I join him. “A wealthy heir, a slave, a wild one. Who’s next?”

“Thorn was last, but after Midnight was my poet, Eros. You’ll love the scandal. He was a cousin to the crown of England.”

“A prince?”

Yves nods. “An ethereal prince with a heart for written words of love. Hence his chosen name.”

“How on earth did you claim him?”

“A well planted rumor. It was said I could heal anyone, and poor Henry suffered. Unfortunately, his father and mother learned of their son’s early demise, but he lives.”

“Brilliant. And Raphael?”

“The artist. He was a prisoner in Spain. Got caught fucking the king’s son.”

I snort a laugh. “You bailed him out?”

“I did. I adored his defiant spirit, but how easily he submitted to me and his brothers.”

“Is he really an artist?”

“Oh yes. I have many of his paintings. His given name is actually Raphael. We didn’t change it.” A wistful smile plays on my lips. “My family is everything I hoped for. I chose Syn to leave something behind if anything happened to me. He is the legacy. Midnight is the thinker. Eros, the poet, Raphael, the artist, and Thorn, the hedonist.”

“And you are the creator of it all.”

“I am the beginning. The Maker.”

“You are their savior, Father.”

I chuckle. “I suppose I am.” I drag my hand down his chest. “But am I yours?”

“Thousands of years ago you rescued my soul from the devil himself. Whether we were foolish to defy Hadrian, I don’t know or care. All that matters is that he led me to you. And it’s you, Yves, and my memories of a tragically beautiful Cillian, that have saved me a million times since we parted. Even though part of me believed you might be lost to eternity, I held on to my miserable existence just in case I ever found you again.”

I climb onto his lap, draping my arms around his neck. “And you did. Do you remember what I would say to you every time we made love?”

“All the gods, I do.”

“Say it.”

“Fuck me, Enzo,” he whispers. “Fuck me so well no one exists but us.” My body tingles as the words leave his lips. They seem to bounce between us, taking us back hundreds of years to a more perfect time, before Hadrian tried to destroy everything.

“So fuck me, Dami. Fuck me so well no one exists but us.”

“Now? Please say yes.”

I grin. “Definitely now.”

Damiano flips me onto my back, grinning at my surprised laughter while I work on getting his trousers open. His cock breaks free, already hard and dripping. Inhaling his scent, I moan as I work on getting my own pants open.

“It’s just like it was,” I whisper. “Those clandestine moments, rushed and desperate, while he was away hunting.”

“He always knew about us.” Damiano tugs my pants off, freeing my cock. “I hope he still feels us. Still knows our love persists. Still knows he lost.”

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