Page 38 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
“What?” Collin breathed against Jun’s cheek.
“Émeric watched me come down Alpha’s throat.”
What? Damian’s eyes flashed to Émeric. The Frenchman was smirking. Well, damn.
“He watched you?”
“In a church. On the altar with Alpha kneeling in front of me.”
“How do you know he was watching?”
“He was staring. I looked up, and he was watching, like he wanted to remember the moment forever.”
Émeric groaned.
Jun chuckled, soft and dark.
“I wish I could have seen,” Collin whispered. “Fuck, maybe he’ll paint you.”
“I don’t have permission,” Émeric growled. “And I didn’t take a picture.”
“We could recreate it,” Jun said, lifting his head to look at Émeric.
Émeric muttered something in French. Richard rumbled in amusement.
Damian half covered his face with his hand. His wolfling was more brazen than he was. He was going to have to up his game. He’d never wanted Émeric to paint him, had never felt attractive in that way, but the thought of being captured in Émeric’s paint at Jun’s feet changed all that.
Jun bent his head back down, his forehead almost touching Collin’s. “You know my darkest secrets. All of them.”
Collin’s hand came up and cupped Jun’s cheek.
Jun kissed his palm. “So now the question is, how do I earn the right to call you kitten?”
Collin’s eyelashes fluttered. A half-drunk look was on his face. “My Master and my Sir control that name.”
“Oh, so we have to convince them?” Jun asked as if they were being naughty together in secret. Fuck, what would a naughty Jun and Collin get up to? What would it be like to punish them together?
Collin nodded.
“What if I kidnap you and put you in Alpha’s lap?”
Collin’s lips twitched as if he were about to giggle again. “I don’t know. Does Richard have the right to spank you?”
Jun sat back a bit and cocked his head, looking up at Richard and then over at Damian. “I don’t know.”
“Anything you do to Collin has to be approved by Émeric or I,” Richard said.
Gah, Richard's voice. Even after all these years, it hadn’t lost its power on Damian. He still had an urge to go down on his knees in front of him. Except now he was having whole new fantasies that included Jun. They were making him hard.
“I think I have to wait on kidnapping you,” Jun informed Collin as if it were terrible news. “Do you want to play a game instead?”
“What’s the game?”
Jun’s fingers reached for Collin’s. “Be as brave as me.”
Collin hooked his fingers with Jun’s. “Okay.”
Jun sat back on his heels and pulled off his shirt. All that beautiful skin. Collin gulped, but he did the same, setting his T-shirt aside carefully. Jun left his hanging off the end of the couch.
