Page 71 of The Mobster's Mate

The way Caden cocked his head just a little and smiled wider let him know that at least Nero had laughed. Caden leaned into Quinten. “Should I call you Alpha Amato now?

Quinten smiled, that magic inside him heating all over again. “No, just Alpha will do.”

Caden nodded seriously, then grinned and jumped into the shower. Quinten followed behind, getting distracted as much as he did actual cleaning.

Eventually, he growled in frustration, his mate’s hands accidentally brushing against his hard cock for the third time in as many minutes. The sound was deeper and sounded like a shifter’s, but he didn’t think too hard about that, too interested in chasing his mate out of the bathroom and into their bedroom. The spell would wear off eventually.

Caden barely got on the bed before Quinten was gripping his hips and flipping him over onto his back. Gently, he used his thumb to caress under one of Quinten’s eyes. “This is an interesting look on you.”

“Handy little spell from Ginger. She adapted it from something a witch in my brother’s coven does for mates.”

Caden’s eyebrows shot up. “What does it do exactly?”

“It temporarily borrows magic from any nearby pack members to give me a boost in strength and speed.”

“So basically a shot of shifter mojo straight into your veins.”

Quinten grinned down at him. “Basically. It’ll wear off though,” he said, wanting to be clear about that in case Caden got ideas. “Probably not for a little while though.”

“Then let’s take advantage,” Caden said, spreading his thighs to make more room for Quinten between them. “Bite me again. Use those cute little fangs on me, mate.”

Quinten was turned on and affronted. “Little?”

Caden wiggled against him, and his annoyance evaporated. “Please, Alpha?”

Groaning, Quinten dropped his head and sucked in a deep breath right at the curve of Caden’s neck. Fuck, he smelled like roses for some reason, and Quinten couldn’t get enough, sucking huge lungfuls inside him, hoping to keep that scent with him long after the spell wore off.

Caden moaned, digging his fingers into Quinten’s hair. “Lube first. Want you inside me when you bite me.”

Shuddering, Quinten scrambled backward to grab the tube out of his bedside table. It was as close to fully bonding as they’d get. He just prayed it was enough for his mate.

“It is, Quin. You are more than enough.”

He craned his head around to stare at Caden. His scent must have given him away, and he was grateful for the first time in his life. “Everything I have in me, I’ll give to you, Caden. Every last piece.”

Caden sat up and cupped his face, eyes shining. “I’ll take it. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. I’ll never wish for more or grow bored. I’ll never get frustrated at who or what you are. I’ll love every single piece, and I’ll protect them from anyone who’d try to hurt you, just like you protect me.”

Cheeks damp, Quinten fell back onto his mate, shuddering as he held him and caressed him, letting Quinten quietly cry against his throat.

“I love all your pieces too, kitten,” he whispered hoarsely.

Caden’s hands tightened on him, his rose scent spiking all around him.

Lifting his head, he smiled. “That makes you pretty happy, huh?”

“So happy, mate.”

Carefully, he kissed Caden, tasting him around his sharper-than-normal teeth and moaning when he arched against him, rubbing his still-hard dick against Quinten’s stomach. Fuck, his mate really was perfect for him, always so needy and ready for him.

Their lips parted with a slick sound that made his gut clench. “You still want—”

“Goddess yes.” Caden’s fingers dug into his shoulders. “Can I… Can I bite you too?”

Scorching heat shot through him at the soft question. “Fuck, yes. Leave your mark on me, kitten.”

Eyes glowing, Caden felt around him on the sheets until he found the lube and thrust it at Quinten’s chest, moving him back in the process. He grabbed the back of his own thighs and pulled them up. “Hurry, Quin. Don’t make me wait.”

He didn’t want to, but he had to get a taste of his mate with his temporarily enhanced senses. Darting forward, he ran his tongue straight up his cleft, all the way to the back of his tightly furled balls.

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