Page 57 of Roman

In the bedroom, Roman pushed Danny down to sit at the edge of the bed. He found himself pacing in front of the boy, unable to stay still. “Luc paid me a visit,” he managed to grit out.

“I see.” Danny’s voice was calm, gentle.

“I do not know what his end goal is.”

“I’m not sure he does either.”

That brought Roman up short. He paused his pacing. “What?”

Danny shrugged. “It’s just the vibe I got from him when I saw him. He seemed…curious about me. Threatening, sure. But it didn’t seem like he had some nefarious plan all figured out. He seemed a little…lost, maybe?”

“It does not make him any less dangerous,” Roman snapped, hating himself as he did it. Mon Dieu. He’d tried to be so careful, so controlled around his human, but he could feel himself unraveling.

“No, it doesn’t,” Danny agreed. He didn’t comment on Roman’s tone, didn’t censure him for his boorish behavior.

Roman moved with inhuman speed until he was only inches from Danny’s face. His sweet mate blinked but didn’t flinch.

Was the boy really so unafraid of him?

“I need…,” Roman started to say, but was unable to finish the sentence. His own inadequacies were forefront in his mind. He was no gentle human lover, no docile boyfriend. He was a monster with monstrous appetites.

He didn’t just want to touch Danny. He wanted toconsumehim.

Danny wet his lips with his tongue, and Roman found himself staring at the boy’s mouth in a way he knew was predatory but could not help.

“You need…,” Danny pressed him, voice a little hoarse.

“I—I don’t know if I’m capable of being at all gentle right now, little king. I need you. I need to claim you.” He watched in satisfaction as Danny’s pupils dilated and his breaths quickened.

“Then claim me,” Danny whispered. “I told you before: I don’t need gentle.”

It was all the encouragement Roman needed, all that his demon would allow him to wait for. He attacked the boy’s mouth with his own, tearing at his clothes, enjoying the sound of the fabric of Danny’s scrubs ripping under his hands.

His sweet mate was making little mewling sounds into Roman’s mouth—sounds that went straight to his cock. Danny’s hands were tugging at his clothes in turn, his movements matching Roman’s in ferocity if not in strength.

His mate smelled so goddamn delicious. With him naked, his milk-and-honey scent intensified. Roman tore his mouth from the boy’s lips, unable to help himself from licking and sucking his way down the smooth neck in front of him as Danny finished unbuckling Roman’s belt.

This neck. He could hear the blood pulsing beneath Danny’s skin, a current of ambrosia just waiting to be tasted.

But not quite yet.

“On your stomach,” Roman growled.

Danny complied immediately, scrambling to lie facedown on the bed, and Roman’s demon growled inside him in satisfaction at their mate’s easy submission. He pushed his own pants the rest of the way off and prowled on top of the bed to blanket the boy’s body with his own.

“So lovely. So sweet.” He kissed his way down Danny’s spine as he blindly reached into the bedside table drawer for lube. His demon was roaring at him now—take, claim, own—but Roman held on to just enough of a shred of his sanity to remember he didn’t want to hurt his boy.

Or at least, didn’t want to hurt himtoobadly.

A few bruises would only serve to enhance the loveliness of all the pale, creamy skin. He and his demon could agree on that.

Roman opened Danny up with rough, impatient fingers, placing blunt-toothed bites all along the boy’s upper body, deeply satisfied with the marks he left behind. Danny was writhing and moaning underneath him. “Fuck. Oh fuck. Please, Roman. Fuck me.”

His mate had such a dirty mouth when he was turned on.

As Roman pressed the blunt tip of his cock against Danny’s hole, his mate arched up beneath him. “Yes.Yes. Please, Roman.”

Oh, how he loved when his little king begged for him.

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