“I know, mouse,” I rumbled. “I’m going to take care of you.”
Spitting on the fingers of my other hand, I circled his rim, then pressed inside. He gasped, tensing. I waited for him to adjust, and when he did, I pushed in far enough to glance over that bundle of nerves. He moaned and fucked into my fist, his head coming back to rest against my shoulder as he surrendered to me.
“That’s it, mouse,” I murmured, pressing kisses to his throat. “I know what makes you tick, don’t I? Know how to work youjust right. Fuck, you’re made for me. All mine.Justfor me.”
He nodded, his lips parting as he panted, still fucking my fist, which also fucked him back onto my fingers. Reluctantly, I pulled my fingers free, spit on them again, and then went in with three instead of two. He choked on his next breath, his body seizing, but when I sank my teeth into his throat, he moaned and loosened up for me once more, letting me continue to stretch him.
This wasn’t our first round without lube, and I could place money that it wouldn’t be our last. Sometimes, I was just too goddamn feral for him to go in search of any.
Once I deemed him stretched enough, I gripped his chin and forced his head around so I could kiss him, fucking my tongue into his mouth and owning him. And when I pressed inside of him, slowly filling him up, he moaned into my mouth, trembling in my arms. He was so tight and warm, andfuck, I wasn’t going to last. Not when his skin was smeared with blood and he was so fucking vocal.
“I love you,” Maksim panted once I was seated fully inside of him.
Those words were a goddamntrigger.
Snarling, I sank my teeth into his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. I sucked at the abused flesh, thenfuckedhim. It was hard. Brutal. Punishing. My fist tightened around his cock, and I stroked him just as roughly as I was fucking him. And Maksim took it all, growing louder and louder with his addictive noises until he was coming all over the floor, the milky white substance mixing with Zoro’s blood.
And that sight was all it took.
“I fucking love you, too, mouse,” I growled. And then, I was spilling inside of him.Breedinghim.
Epilogue One
Maksim
I blinked in surprise at the sight of the looming Christmas tree in the corner of the large sitting room. Sometime during the night, it’d been erected, and a massive number of presents rested beneath the tree. The smell of gingerbread cookies assaulted my nostrils, and my stomach rumbled. I could smell other foods cooking too, a Christmas feast well on its way to being made.
Anurak popped out from behind the tree, the multi-colored lights reflected in his brown eyes. “Merry Christmas, Maksim!” he exclaimed, still holding an ornament in his hand.
I smiled. “Merry Christmas, Anurak.” I couldn’t remember a time I’d celebrated the holiday. Anatoly kept the holiday festivities for his immediate family. The rest of us just did whatever, and as an orphan, I’d never participated in the festivities. This was new for me, but I couldn’t deny the warmth that bled through me as I continued taking in the room.
Lights had been strung up along the ceiling edges, and stockings hung from hooks on the walls, already filled to the brim.
“Merry Christmas, mouse,” Alfonzo murmured as he wrapped his arms around me from behind. I sank back into him, my throat thick with emotion. I was experiencing too much to name just one, but I knew for certain I wasn’t unhappy.
When Alfonzo had told me I was now part of their family, he’d meant it, and he spent every day proving it to me.
“I could have helped decorate,” I rasped. In fact, I would’ve loved to experience decorating for the first time.
“Papi told me you haven’t had a real Christmas before,” Anurak said, “so I wanted to surprise you.” He smiled widely, bouncing on his toes, so excited he could barely contain it. “But you can help me decorate next year! We usually do it a lot earlier—like as soon Thanksgiving is over—but I thought this might be more fun and memorable.”
I tipped my head back against Alfonzo’s shoulder, then turned my head just enough to look up at him. “Did you know about this?”
He hummed. “I did. Thought it might be good for you, too.”
There was no question as to whether Alfonzo was a monster. And while Rico assured me he was not a psychopath, the man was still as psychotic as they came. But there was a softness about him, too. A softness he really only showed with me. And he was thoughtful, always looking out for me and somehow constantly Intune with what I needed without me ever having to say a word.
This was just yet more proof of the way this man loved me. And goddamn, I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Papi!” Anurak exclaimed just as Rico made his way into the room. Bento also walked in, holding two mugs of hot chocolate. He passed one over to Anurak as Anurak passed him to get to his husband. “Can we open presents now?Please? Maksim is up now!”
Rico chuckled, wrapping his arms around Anurak’s slim frame. Leaning down, he planted a soft kiss on Anurak’s lips. “Yeah,perrito. We can open gifts now.” He looked at me. “Merry Christmas, Maksim.”
I dipped my chin in thanks. “You, too, Rico.”
Rico took a seat on the couch, watching as his boy immediately began shuffling through the gifts. Alfonzo led me over to the arm chair, then tugged me down on his lap, his arms wrapping around me once more. Anurak knee-walked over to me, then presented me with a rather large but flat box. I frowned, my brows furrowing as I took it from him. Being part of the Christmas festivities was more than enough. But I’d gotten gifts, too? My heart was going to melt.
“This one is from me,” Anurak gushed. “Open it.”
