Danny’s breath hitched, his pupils blowing wide as he complied readily. Roman leaned back onto his knees, watching the display with satisfaction. He lazily stroked Danny’s pert cheeks with both hands as he watched those slender fingers in action.
Once Danny had three fingers going in easily, Roman murmured, “Enough.”
He draped himself over Danny’s back again, grasping Danny’s hip with one hand and using the other to guide the thick head of his cock to his mate’s hole. Roman couldn’t help his groan as the familiar tight heat enveloped him.
“Merde,” he grunted. “How are you still so fucking tight? So fucking perfect?”
Danny laughed softly underneath him, the sound cut off halfway by a moan as Roman thrust the rest of the way in.
“Fucking perfect,” Roman repeated before placing all his focus on the task at hand. He kept a frantic pace, angling his hips to hit his mate’s sweet spot each time, making Danny cry out in pleasure with every thrust.
Soon Danny was babbling his usual lust-filled nonsense. “Fuck. Rome, please. Please. Fuck!”
It was incredible. It was perfect.
Not enough.
Roman eyed his mate’s nape—that golden, creamy skin—and let his demon push forward. He growled low, fangs dropping, and bit into Danny’s neck, drinking deep.
Danny keened at the invasion, his release spilling onto the couch as Roman’s fangs entered him.
Ambrosia.
It didn’t matter that Danny’s blood no longer nourished Roman. It was still the most delicious thing he or his demon had ever fucking tasted.
It pushed Roman over the edge, pleasure skating over his spine, his hips stuttering as he fucked his cum into his pliant mate.
He collapsed onto his mate, withdrawing his softening cock and licking gently over the bite mark, slightly saddened to see it closing already.
Afterward, they lay on the couch, with Danny once more settled on top of him, Roman petting soothing strokes up and down his mate’s nude body. He didn’t know if he’d ever stop reveling in this contentment. This peace.
“What will we do with Ferdy on our honeymoon?” Danny asked drowsily. “Bring him with us?”
Fuck that. The whole point of the honeymoon was for Roman to get his mate all to himself. No distractions. No roommates. No goddamn pets.
“We’ll have your brother watch him.”
“If he’ll agree to it.”
He would. Roman would make sure of it.
Anything in this world to make his mate happy.
SOREN BONUS EPILOGUE
Soren
Pulsing lights. Pounding music. Writhing bodies.
Soren was in heaven.
Well, not heaven, obviously. He was still in fucking Colorado, after all. Even so, it was a good night. Aspecialnight.
Their first time feeding together. Or, at least, the first time they werebothgoing to feed, instead of Soren standing by to supervise Gabe’s hunt.
Soren scanned the dance floor, trying to find where Gabe had gone with their drinks. Instead, his eyes landed on the last face he’d been expecting to see.
Jesus Christ.
