I fuck Declan into the headboard. I fuck him so hard my knuckles are inside of him now and my cock is splitting him apart. I rotate my fingers and lift, pulling him apart to make room for my impossibly hard cock, and he cries, twisting and fucking himself into the mattress.
I feel it when he comes. His muscles seize around me, and then all I can smell is the perfectness of him and me together. He reaches behind him and curls his fingers around my wrists then fucks backward, riding my cock and my hand.
It’s everything, and too much, and not enough, and with a roar, I spill inside of him. I keep fucking him until my cock is soft and slips out of him, and then I grind against him and push us both into the sheets. I rub my face against the back of his head, peppering his hairline with kisses and promises until I’m hoarse from it.
“I’m yours,” he says quietly when I roll off of him. He’s limp and happy, and he kicks the sheets and blankets off the bed and throws his arm across my chest. His eyes flutter and close, then his mouth parts on a tiny gasp and he’s asleep.
“You’re mine,” I whisper, even though he can’t hear me, and then I stare at the ceiling for the rest of the day thinking of all the ways I’m going to kill Franklin Smith.
I’m going to murder this asshole, dead
Two days later, after I’ve fucked Declan so hard the wood of our headboard splintered in two, I lick the evidence of my orgasm out of Declan’s asshole, then dress and join Henry downstairs. It’s just after three in the morning, and we have a couple hours before the sunrise.
“I don’t think we should go tonight,” Henry says, drawing a circle over the rim of his mug.
“Why not?” I’ve been getting ready for this. Building up the willpower to go murder a group of assholes who are led by the king asshole, who has made it abundantly clear he wants to fuck my mate.
I’ve spent the last two days draining myself inside both of Declan’s holes, and even making some new ones and coming in them for good measure. I’ve used his blood as lube and drilled him so deep I’m confident he is still feeling me even though I’m in another room.
“I just think we should make sure he’s not going to stray from his routine.” Henry pushes his mug away. “Instigating him the way you did at Coven was not a good idea, Ezra.”
“He started it,” I complain.
“Jesus, Ezra. Would you grow up?” Henry stands up and gives me the look of a disappointed parent. He’s perfected it, and I scowl up at him.
“Just because you’re older than me doesn’t mean you know everything.”
“Just because you’re full-blooded doesn’t meanyouknow everything.” He kicks the leg of my chair. “One more night of observation, then we can end it and you can go back to the unnecessarily loud mating you’ve been doing since you found Declan.”
“Are we that loud?”
Declan is behind me, standing in the doorway with his hair a mess and his pajamas askew. The edge of his hip bone is protruding from between his shirt and his sweatpants and I want to lick him there. Bite him there. Mark him there.
“You’re loud,” Henry confirms.
“You really are,” Liz skips around the corner with Jedidiah close behind.
“Where is your third?” Declan asks when Liz presses a quick greeting kiss against his cheek.
“Sulking,” Diah answers, disappearing into the kitchen and coming back with a cup of blood for himself and a water for Liz.
Declan scrubs a hand through his hair and huffs. “I’m just gonna go shower and then we can take off.”
“Where are you off to this late?” I ask, glancing at the clock on the wall again.
“Me and Liz are gonna run back to my apartment. I have a sketchbook that I wanted to get last time we went, but I couldn’t find it.”
“Can’t it wait until tomorrow? We can go get all your things and be done with it.”
“It’s not that close to sunrise.” Declan rolls his eyes at me. “And my apartment is, like, fifteen minutes away, tops. We’ll be back well before dawn.”
“I know the rules, Ezra,” Liz cuts me off and twists the cap back onto her water bottle.
“I’m gonna go shower, so kiss me goodbye before you run off to do murder.” Declan puckers his lips.
“No murder tonight.” I stalk toward him and wrap him in my arms. “How can you be so nonchalant about the whole thing?”
“Because I’m not overthinking it.”
