Silas sighed happily. “We can’t have sex every night, you know.”
“Why not?” asked Dean, feeling far more alarmed than he cared to admit, even though Silas was exaggerating. They didn’t have sex every night, just most nights.
“I don’t know. We’ve been together a while now. Maybe we should start acting all responsible and grown-up.”
“If that’s a rule, it’s ridiculous and we should definitely rebel against it,” declared Dean as he leaned in and kissed Silas thoroughly. The omega surrendered to it, pressing his body close to Dean’s.
“Okay, okay,” gasped Silas, breaking away from the kiss. “You’ve convinced me.”
Dean grinned happily. He stared deep into Silas’s dark eyes and saw them slowly fill with concern. Dean waited for his mate to say what was on his mind.
“I’m sorry about earlier. If it hadn’t been for you, I would have attacked those humans and it would have been a disaster.”
“I love it when you apologize to me and admit you were wrong,” said Dean cheekily before leaning forward to give Silas a quick kiss on the tip of his nose.
Silas wrinkled his nose and scowled, “Why?”
“Because you don’t do it for anyone else, so I know it means you love me.”
“Idiot,” said Silas softly as he playfully whacked Dean on the arm.
“But in all seriousness, it’s fine. It’s how we make a great team,” continued Dean.
Silas said nothing, merely raising an eyebrow and looking very skeptical.
“If my charm offensive hadn’t worked, you were on hand to turn them all into zombies.”
“It doesn’t work like that. They need to be dead first.”
Dean shrugged. “A minor inconvenience for you, I’m sure.”
The malevolent grin Silas gave him sent shivers of awe and pride down Dean’s spine. He slipped his hands down Silas’s back, worked his way under the elastic waistband of his pajama trousers, and cupped his firm, glorious ass cheeks. They were perfect under his hands. All firm and juicy.
“Gods, I love your ass,” groaned Dean.
Silas chuckled, “I’ve noticed.”
“Hey!” protested Dean good naturedly. “You’re supposed to reply with something like, and I love your giant alpha cock.”
Silas shrugged. “Meh, alpha cocks are all much the same. All cats are gray in the dark and all that.”
Dean lunged, pulling his hands up to tickle Silas ruthlessly. The omega writhed and giggled, trying to get away. But Dean rolled them so Silas was trapped underneath him.
“Stop!” Silas laughed, “I’ve told you tickling necromancers is a bad idea!”
Dean stopped and looked down at his mate. “I think that’s just an excuse. I don’t think you’d accidentally resurrect anything.”
Silas grinned up at him, his dark eyes sparkling. His face a little flushed and his dark hair all messy. “Are you brave enough to find out?” he taunted.
Dean looked down at his mate and thought he might literally explode with love. How was it possible that Silas was so wonderful? So wonderful and his?
“Marry me,” said Dean.
Silas laughed, his face twisting into a look of complete bemusement. “What?”
“Marry me,” repeated Dean. “I liked calling you my husband today.”
Silas just stared at him as if he had gone insane. Seemingly completely lost for words.
