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"Feel better?"
Seryn shook his head. "I don't like it."
"I know. But if you let yourself feel, then you'll realize that you can't kill Daruss."
"He threatened you." Why did Mitchell make Seryn repeat it?
"With good reason, sweetheart. The same reason you have for wanting to hurt him."
"You won't let me kill him." Seryn sighed, accepting the truth behind the words.
"He's my brother's mate. And for the first time in Jude's life, he's happy. Do you know how I can tell?" Mitchell rubbed his thumb over Seryn's cheek.
"How?"
"Because he looks at Daruss and Raylee the same way I look at you." Mitchell pulled Seryn close until their foreheads touched. "I want with you what Jude has with his mates."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely sure. More than sure." Mitchell smiled. "Your eyes are blue. That means you were a very good boy and worked through the emotions."
"We were talking about bonding." Seryn couldn't think about anything else.
Mitchell chuckled. "Does it get you all hot?"
"My cock is hard for you," Seryn admitted.
"We can still hear you." And Jude didn't like it. That much was very clear.
"I forgot to conjure the soundproofing." Seryn shrugged because he'd fuck right there on the kitchen chair with the others around him if Mitchell had commanded it. He wasn't shy.
The sooner they bonded, the easier it would be to keep Mitchell safe.
"Let's not talk, then." Mitchell cupped the back of Seryn's neck and pulled him closer.
"Oh god, Mitchell." Jude groaned.
Seryn chuckled, but his humor faded as his blood grew hot. He wanted more almost instantly.
Chapter Sixteen
Once Mitchell started kissing Seryn, it was difficult to stop. He heard the conversation going on around them, but it all faded. Seryn let out needy little moans that had Mitchell's instincts kicking in. All he wanted to do was take care of Seryn. Nothing else mattered, but making sure Seryn had everything he needed.
Mitchell had never felt that way toward a sexual partner before. Not that he'd had very many and no one as serious as he was about Seryn. He could admit, at least to himself, that he'd moved past the lust stage and was invested in the relationship.
It had happened so fast, and that scared him. It felt impulsive. Nothing good ever came to Mitchell when he acted out of impulse. After two weeks and a few days, he was ready to commit? Yeah, that seemed like he was about to make a mistake. At least, that's what the logical part of his brain said. The other part had a direct link to Mitchell's heart. That's the part Mitchell would listen to because fuck logic. It wouldn't be the first time he'd done something reckless.
When Mitchell licked Seryn's bottom lip, he brushed against a fang. That should have been a turnoff, but all it did was make Mitchell hard. It also made Mitchell keenly aware of the fact they were still in Daruss's kitchen with his little brother sitting across the table.
Seryn shifted on his lap, wiggling around as if he were uncomfortable.
Mitchell ended the kiss. "I think we need to be somewhere private."
Seryn nodded and adjusted his cock. His tight pants outlined it to perfection. Mitchell wanted a taste of that, too. He licked his lips in anticipation.
"Daddy." A needy little whine accompanied the word.
"I'll take care of you. You be a good boy and take down the dome." Mitchell lifted Seryn, so he straddled Mitchell's lap. Seryn wrapped his arms around Mitchell and began kissing his neck.
