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The audacity!

The nerve!

His extensive reading in Dave’s library served him well.

Azrael sank his fingers into the hair at the top of Real’s head and gripped hard. He pulled, making it hurt.

He ended up squeaking when he was lifted into Real’s lap with no effort at all on the man’s part.

Hadn’t Real been going to check the knot on his head? Did he need to sit on the man’s lap to have that done?

Their faces were mere inches apart at this point.

Azrael snapped his teeth in Real’s face for emphasis.

It was a silent fuck you and Real’s gaze darkened.

It became hot and sultry and oh so very hungry.

Like an animal that had caught its prey.

And who was he kidding, Azrael thought…He would gladly be Real’s next meal.

Fuck talking.

Screw talking about Micky. Screw talking about Real’s bad habit of fucking and running.

And to hell with hashing out about the very stupid hero worship idea Real had in his head.

Right now, Azrael wanted nothing more than this man.

Real belonged to him.

Real’s fingers gently combed through his tangled hair, searching and finding the knot at the back of his head.

The air rushed out of Azrael’s lungs with a hitch at the slight sting, and Real’s gaze zoomed in on his mouth. Azrael darted his tongue out to wet his bottom lip, and Real made a low guttural sound in the back of his throat.

Seconds later, Real crushed his mouth down on his, and Azrael was gone.

Later, they would talk.

Later, they would settle things.

But that would have to be much, much later.

The following morning, Azrael gingerly sat up in the rumpled bedding.

Real sat on the edge of the mattress with his back to him, his hands gripping the sides.

“From the way you ran out of here last time, I thought your ass was on fire,” Azrael said to Real’s back.

Real turned, eyes snapping to his with a look of astonishment on his face.

Last night had been incredible…again.

Now, Real looked ready to bolt.

It was clear that the warrior wanted to pretend like nothing had happened for the second time, and Azrael didn’t know how many more chances he could give him.