Roman’s fingers traced over Danny’s hip now, dipping just below the waistband of his trunks. With the way he’d gripped Danny there last night, there should have been a beautiful smattering of bruises. Alas, his perfect mate healed too quickly now.
Roman would just have to replace them as soon as possible.
“Those fingers go any lower and we’ll be putting on a show,” Danny murmured, his eyes heavy-lidded.
“There is no one to see.”
Danny laughed in disbelief. “Jay isright there.”
“I don’t mind!” Jay called.
Now Roman’s demon did come out, letting out a low growl in Jay’s direction. Its lenience only went so far when it came to their lovely boy.
Danny swatted Roman’s arm, the hit as light as a feather. “Don’t growl at him.”
Roman didn’t know if Danny was talking to him or his demon, but either way he cut off the growl, stroking a few of Danny’s dark curls back from his face. “I like seeing you like this. Blissful in the sun.”
“We could stay for a while,” Danny told him with a secretive little smile. “Enjoy Tucson more.”
As if Roman didn’t know exactly what Danny was doing with that offer. “We shall see, mon petit roi. Although, Ferdy would miss us.”
He smirked as Danny furrowed his brow, considering their pup back in Colorado.
Danny wasn’t the only one with tricks.
Roman slid more fully onto the lounge chair, pulling Danny to rest on his chest and sliding his hands along his sides as they watched Jay splash in the water.
Lucien was still an asshole, his fated mate, Jamie, seemed like a brat, and there was a feral vampire in need of putting down.
And yet, in this moment, with Danny in his arms, Roman was at peace.
He pressed a kiss to Danny’s head. “Je t’aime, mon amour.”
He could feel Danny’s smile against his skin. “Je t’aime, Roman.”
SOREN AND GABE
MR. HANDSOME
Soren
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” Soren ordered, his head on his folded arms, his ass high in the air. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Laughter sounded out, muffled by Soren’s skin. He’d have been tempted to punish Gabe for that later, except the vibrations against his hole were lighting all Soren’s nerve endings on fire, so he couldn’t exactly be too upset.
Gabe’s tongue speared him once again, and Soren keened. His cock was hard and leaking precum onto the mattress. He wanted to stroke himself, but he couldn’t move his arms. He didn’t have the strength—Gabe had licked it all out of him.
A large hand wrapped around Soren’s erection, thumb gliding over the tip, and Soren moaned, long and low. That was it. That was perfect.
Gabe knew. He always knew.
Gabe began stroking him in time with his tongue’s movements, and Soren could have wept. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted, rocking his hips back into Gabe’s face.
It wasn’t long before he was spurting all over Gabe’s fist, a shattered moan accompanying his release.
He collapsed down, rolling to his side. Gabe loomed over him, fully nude, his chin soaked with spit and his hard cock bobbing in the air.
Soren arched a brow. “Is that for me?”
