Page 58 of Roman

Roman pushed into Danny in one smooth glide. He didn’t pause, didn’t give the boy time to adjust. He knew he was going faster than he should, but his mate only keened in satisfaction, lifting his ass to meet him thrust for thrust.

Perfect boy. Perfect mate.

“You’re mine,” he growled, brute that he was.

Danny nodded frantically underneath him, panting out, “Yours.”

“No one else can have you. No one else can take you.Mine.”

Danny moaned into the pillow.

“Say it,” Roman urged, pausing midthrust. Danny whined in protest, but Roman held himself still. He needed to hear the words.

“Fuck, Roman. Yes. Only you. No one else.” Danny slapped the mattress. “Now fuck me. Please.”

Roman obliged, pumping his hips with abandon, making sure to hit the one spot guaranteed to drive his boy crazy.

It somehow still wasn’t enough.

“Bite!” Danny cried, his voice breathless but urgent. “Bite me.”

Yes.

Roman let his fangs descend and bit down on Danny’s neck, his mouth filling with the warm, sweet nectar of the gods.

Fuck. Nothing on this earth tasted as sweet as his mate’s blood.

Danny cried out at the bite, pulsing around Roman’s cock as he emptied himself onto the bed. “Come, Roman,” he begged. “Come inside me. Please.”

Jesus. Roman was powerless against his mate’s command, his vision whiting out as his hips stuttered, pumping his seed into the boy.

Now they each had the other’s essence inside them. His demon was purring at the thought.

Coming down from the high of his release, Roman licked lazily at the bite mark on Danny’s neck and found himself wishing he didn’t have to heal it. Wishing he could leave a permanent mark on his mate’s milky skin. A sign of their bond. A sign of ownership.

Fuck, but he was a brute.

Something in Roman was snapping with Luc’s murky threats on the horizon. His veneer of humanity was cracking, and Danny was going to be in the line of fire when the monster came out.

Instead of apologizing, he found himself growling out another promise. “Nothing is going to part you from me.”

“Mm.” Danny’s beautiful brown eyes were barely open—his mate was drifting to sleep already. Danny was always like this after working all night, barely conscious long enough to get into bed. It only made the passion he’d matched Roman with just now that much more remarkable.

How had Roman found such a perfect mate? How would he manage if Danny was taken from him?

He couldn’t take this fear, this vulnerability. Caring for Danny was like having his heart walking around outside his body, unprotected, mortal, fragile.

Roman needed to turn him. Soon. The human body was simply an inadequate vessel to house the most important soul in Roman’s world.

Still, Roman’s restlessness was momentarily soothed. The act of claiming the boy had eased something inside him, if only for a moment. He found the tightness in his chest loosening for the first time since his encounter with Luc.

Roman settled in to watch his precious mate sleep.

If he was going to be a brute, he might as well be a creep too.

It had only been a few hours of peace when Roman’s phone rang, breaking the silence. He rushed to pick it up where it had ended up on the bedroom floor before it could ring a second time and wake his mate.

Soren.

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