Liam shrugged, his eyes wide.I have no idea. Not around me?
Oh. Well, he is a shaman, right?
He is. And he has Loyal wrapped around his little finger.Liam loved that. He could see Theo being that way with him.
Hopefully, that wasn’t just a pipe dream.
Theo hummed softly, and he smelled a warm, rich scent that made him shudder. He sniffed hard, drawing more of it in, unable to be unobtrusive.
Would you like to… go to our rooms, mate?The touch to his mind was so fucking arousing.
I would. Very much.He never had sat down, so he drifted toward the door, tugging Theo with him. “We’ll be back when that bread is ready to eat…”
“Of course.” Niall’s chuckle chased them down the hall.
Little Gael was sound asleep in his crib in the secondary room, so it was easy to slip into the bedroom and close the door.
I want you. Will you… do you find me pleasing?Theo sounded so hungry.
He actually made a little sound, very much like a duck quacking. “Are you serious?”
Liam stared at his mate— Could he have a mate? Was this really his mate? —the blue eyes, shaggy mane of pale hair becoming thick already. It blew his mind that it had been only a few days, and Theo and Gael were healing so damn fast. “You’re beautiful. I don’t wanna hurt you.”
Theo chuckled softly, pushing into his arms as if he belonged there. “You’re not going to hurt me. How could you? I was made to be yours.”
He needed to take a kiss; he needed to know what Theo tasted like, to cup his lover’s head in his hand and lean him back, to see what gave him the most pleasure.
So he did.
He trusted in that solid, lean body against him. He leaned in close, their eyes locked as he brought their lips together.
He was expecting a buzz of heat, a shiver, but instead, it was as if a key fit into a lock. He could literally hear it in his mind—the click of their lips as they came together. “Did you feel that?”
“I did. I knew I would. Mate.” Theo wrapped around him, hands on his back, holding on for dear life. “Do it again.”
So Liam did just that, instinct taking over. He wanted to claim Theo. To make him his in all ways. He rubbed them together, putting his scent all over Theo, that warm, earthy smell he’d breathed in earlier intensifying.
They kissed for a long moment, tongues tangling, breath coming in pants. Then he lifted Theo, surprised at how easy it was, laying him out gently on the bed. He crawled in besideTheo, settling on his side so he could smooth a hand over Theo’s body, the clothes just in the way.
Theo seemed to agree, hands pushing at his clothes, stripping him down. “I need you, mate. Skin on skin.”
He laughed and nodded. “Yes, I need you too.”
He tugged the tunic that Theo wore up and off, baring all that skin to him. Oh, he was beautiful. He leaned in and placed one hand on Theo’s flat belly, his skin so dark compared to the almost luminescent paleness of his mate.
They moved closer together once they were both naked, searching for the feeling of skin on skin. Theo wrapped a leg up over his hip, and he grabbed that tight little ass, squeezing with one hand while he held Theo close with the other.
“I love the way you smell.”
Theo’s skin pinked, and he ducked his head. “I’m so glad. I want you. I want to learn everything about you.”
Theo cupped his jaw, and then those sweet fingers slid down his throat to trace one of his collarbones, sending lightning buzzing through him. It was a sweet, slow seduction.
He kissed those fingers, but he was busy too, using his fingers to trace the bumps of Theo’s spine, much less pronounced today, and the plane of his hip. Liam could feel Theo, hard against him, and he grunted, shifting about so their cocks could rub together.
Theo’s eyes flew open and he gasped, humping up in a couple of short, sharp jerks. “Oh! I’m sorry. Oh my— I?—”
That was gratifying. So he pushed up, rubbing them together again in a slow, languid motion.
