“I might have to. What evenisthat?”
Danny broke his head out of Roman’s grasp to lean across him and beam at Soren in the doorway. “That’s Ferdy! Isn’t he the cutest, sweetest, most adorable thing you’ve ever seen?”
“Debatable.” Harsh assessment aside, Soren was already crossing the room, leaning down over the couch to scratch the puppy behind the ears.
But Roman had other things on his mind now. “Maybe you should take him outside for us. Unless you want another eyeful?”
“Rome, he’s sleeping!” Danny protested.
Soren scooped the puppy off the couch with one arm. “I’ll take him to my room. And I’m putting my headphones in. But don’t expect this to be a regular thing. I’m not a dog sitter!”
Danny blushed at the implication of the headphones but didn’t protest any further. Roman, for his part, could not care less if Soren heard or even saw them. His demon even got a brief rush at the thought of someone else seeing them claim their mate. Visual proof Danny wastheirs.
Although, that would require someone else seeing Danny naked…
Roman frowned at the thought. Better to keep things private.
He slid himself down the couch, pulling Danny with him until they were both horizontal, Danny’s negligible weight resting on him. “Do you want to ride me, little king?” he asked, his voice a soft purr.
Danny’s eyes darkened, and his tongue darted out to lick his lips. “You’ll let me?”
Roman chuckled at his mate’s skepticism. It was true, Roman liked being on top more than his fair share—loved using his weight and strength to pin his smaller mate down. The inner brute in him, he supposed.
Danny never seemed to mind, and he always gave as good as he got. Roman would have the scratch marks to prove it, if it weren’t for his vampire healing.
He cocked a brow in challenge. “If you think you can satisfy us both.”
Danny smirked down at him. “Ohh, you’re gonnaget it.”
He began undressing them both with vampire speed, taking greater care with their clothes than Roman had done in the past (although he’d made more of an effort not to tear Danny’s shirts after he was scolded ferociously the last time for ruining his mate’s “cutest going-out shirt”).
Roman sighed in pleasure at the sight of a naked Danny sitting astride him, his lovely cock hard and leaking. So much beautiful golden skin, just waiting for Roman to take a taste.
He didn’t have a chance to. Danny slid gracefully down his body, bypassing any slow burn and going straight for Roman’s own hard cock, engulfing it in his mouth in one fell swoop. Roman arched his back, resting his hand on the back of Danny’s head, not pushing or guiding, just grasping his soft curls. “Fuck. That mouth, lovely.”
Danny hummed around him, knowing the vibration drove Roman crazy. As if that wasn’t enough, Danny had become quite adept at deep-throating in their time together. It didn’t take long for Roman to feel close to the edge.
“Fuck. Merde. Enough, little king.” Danny kept sucking and licking mercilessly. Roman knew what this was. He was being punished for his words, for daring to suggest his mate wasn’t capable of satisfying him when taking the lead.
And what a glorious punishment it was.
But Roman wasn’t ready to be done yet. He used his grasp on Danny’s hair to wrench his mate’s head back, and Danny moaned—Roman’s mate loved that extra bite of pain with his pleasure.
Perfect mate. Fucking perfect, lovely mate.
In a lightning-quick move, Roman grasped Danny by the shoulders and reversed their positions, tossing him onto all fours, his hands grasping the couch arm.
Danny giggled. “I thoughtIwas ridingyouthis time.”
“You lost that privilege, little tease,” Roman growled.
He reached over Danny to grab the small bottle of lube in the side table drawer. He’d started leaving it everywhere in the house once he’d realized how voracious Danny’s demon was. His mate had grumbled about being “too obvious” but had acquiesced after Soren had helpfully pointed out that he didn’t need conspicuous lube sightings to know they were “banging in every room of the house.”
Roman planted a kiss on Danny’s spine on the way back, delighting in the way the boy shivered at his touch. “You want to be in charge?” he asked.
Danny shot him a cheeky glance over his shoulder. “And if I do?”
Roman squirted a good amount of lube onto Danny’s fingers. “Then open yourself up for me, lovely,” he instructed.
