“You’re amazing,” Lucas said as he watched me with wide eyes.
Leaning closer, I whispered, “You’re pretty amazing yourself. I don’t think I could do what you do with graphic designs.”
Lucas blushed, but his eyes sparkled with passion. “I love the creativity it allows me—turning a concept into visual reality is kind of magical.”
Dinner continued in a similar vein, with each new story and revelation drawing us closer. I found myself increasingly intrigued by every detail they shared, my interest deepening with each question answered. It wasn’t just about knowing them—it was about understanding who they were beyond our bond.
After dinner, we strolled through the historic streets of Rome, the city’s lights casting a soft glow over ancient stones. The evening was warm, and the city buzzed with the energy of both locals and tourists enjoying the night. Eventually, our walk brought us to the famous Trevi Fountain, its magnificent sculptures illuminated under the moonlit sky.
We stopped, and I turned to Talon and Lucas, my heart full of a mixture of excitement and nerves. “So, how did I do on my first date?” I asked, hoping my attempt at romance had measured up.
Talon pulled me into a gentle kiss, his lips warm against mine. “It was an absolute success,” he said with a smile that reached his eyes. “Seriously, this was beyond anything I could’ve imagined.”
Lucas nodded. His grin infectious. “Absolutely,” he agreed before leaning in for his own kiss, soft and lingering. “We’ll have to think of a list of other places to visit for the next ones, thanks to our little demon,” he teased, his tone light but affectionate.
I laughed, the sound mingling with the murmur of the fountain’s waters. “Anything you want—anywhere, anytime,” I promised, feeling a surge of happiness at their acceptance and enthusiasm.
Wrapping my arms around both of them, I held them close, the fountain’s gentle splash echoing around us. Watching the water dance, I felt a sense of completeness wash over me. Was this what having a duša was all about? Just being with my mates? Was this love? I wasn’t sure, but I never wanted to lose this feeling.
Fate, never let me lose this.
Killing Time
Talon
“Talon,we’regoingtobe late,” Lucas called out, his voice tinged with nervousness. It was the second reminder in the last twenty minutes, even though we still had an hour before we needed to be at my parent’s house, and it was only a thirty-minute drive. My bunny shifter mate was definitely on edge, pacing enough to wear a path in the carpet.
Dominic, on the other hand, wasn’t pacing, but the tension in his posture was just as palpable. Despite his age and his formidable power—enough to vaporize my father if he so chose—I could tell he was equally apprehensive about meeting the family. It was a strange comfort to see that even a demon who had seen millennia could still be rattled by the prospect of family introductions.
But at the same time, my father was and is a big dick, and I wondered if I’d be able to keep Dominic from harming him. I went back to getting ready, debating whether to wear the jacket. Maybe I could convince Dominic to take us somewhere cool after dinner because Florida definitely wasn’t.
“Did you hear me?” Lucas asked, re-entering the room with a furrow in his brow.
I turned and reached out, pulling him close for a comforting hug. “We still have plenty of time,” I whispered, trying to soothe his frayed nerves.
“But what if—”
I cut him off with a firm kiss, feeling him tense in my arms momentarily before he melted into the embrace, a soft moan escaping him. I couldn’t help but internally chuckle; it seemed I’d found the perfect way to calm my anxious mate.
Lucas loosened his hold and leaned back slightly. “Just because you kiss me doesn’t mean we—”
“Talon, I’m being serious,” Lucas replied weakly, his protests muffled against my lips. “We need to go so we can make a good impression on your parents.”
“And we still have a good thirty minutes before we need to leave. I think I know the perfect way to pass the time.” I grinned, giving him another quick kiss and falling to my knees.
“Talon, what—”
Lucas’s words were cut off as I quickly unzipped his zipper, pulled free his semi-hard cock, and slipped it into my mouth. Moaning at his unique flavor, I sucked him fully down my throat, allowing my tongue to trail over his sensitive flesh.
“Fuck, that feels… your mouth…shit,” Lucas groaned as he ran his fingers through my hair.
I bobbed up and down his now hard shaft, paying close attention to the head of his cock. I slid my tongue into his slit and peered up at Lucas’s expression of pure ecstasy. Grinning, I took him in and stroked him before taking him in my mouth again.
He gasped as I increased the suction, and his cries of pleasure intensified. My cock pulsed in the confines of my pants. Hearing my mate relish what I was giving him was becoming something I cherished. Over the past few days, we had explored each other's bodies several times, and with each encounter, I discovered something new that I adored or that my mate particularly enjoyed.
Lucas’s hands found my hair again, but this time, he gripped it tightly. I hissed, but at that moment, he thrust his cock deep down my throat, disrupting the rhythm I had established. He set his own pace now, gripping my hair as he took control of the movement.
Moaning, I reveled in his control, his power, his dominance. It thrilled me that my little bunny shifter could take command and rule my lion. I freed my own straining cock. I shuddered as I stroked myself, feeling the rush of an impending orgasm. I knew I wouldn’t last long, and thankfully, I wouldn't be finishing alone.
