Roman pouted, and Sidian grinned as he leaned up to kiss the corner of his alpha’s mouth. Baiting Roman was too easy; he was like a dog. But it was fun just the same, watching him get a little wound up, a little annoyed. He’d been so put together as a teenager right before everything went to shit, so it was good to see him relax. To see the seams of his person relax for just a moment.
And then he threw Sidian a curveball. “I’ve been thinking about children on the drive.”
“Oh?” Sidian eyed him. Were there any signs that might have slipped during the drive? Did Roman notice something he otherwise hadn’t before?
Roman took a deep breath, schooling his expression before looking down at Sidian, his eyes twice as vibrant as the surrounding forest. “If you want to be a mother, you should have that opportunity. I would be honored to be the alpha in your life when that happens.”
What was Sidian supposed to say to that? He opened his mouth, but no sound came out, his stomach clenching as the weight of that proclamation settled on his shoulders. A pang of guilt tightened his gut, and when the baby fluttered inside of him, he wondered if Roman could ever forgive him. If he could ever forgivehimselffor what he was doing.
Maybe he should just tell him. Maybe he needed to get it out. “Roman, I don’t—”
But Roman cut him off with a soft kiss, and Sidian swallowed a whine. No, hecouldn’ttell Roman yet. As much as he wanted to, as good as it would feel to get it all off of his chest, he’d been hiding it for a reason. He had to put his son first because what kind of mother would endanger their child? And as cavalier as Roman was being, Sidian couldn’t bank on his reaction.
Not until he saw Amethyst. Not until he understood what this would mean for both of them.
“I want to do this for you,” Roman said, and Sidian bit down on his bottom lip. It would be okay. He’d get to see Roman hold Amey for the first time after every single Kincaid was dead, and Roman would come through for him one last time. He had to. Hehadto. “If you’ll let me, that is. We can do whatever you want to do as soon as those bastards are dead.”
Sidian scoffed and kissed him again. “Idiot. I don’t want anyone else but you.”
They sat for a while longer on the bench before the temperature dropped enough for Sidian to miss the warmth of the car. Roman kept his jacket wrapped around Sidian on the slow walk back, his eyes drifting from tree to tree, resting on the river for a moment. It didn’t occur to Sidian just how tense Roman had been until he saw him relaxed, his steps easy and meandering rather than purposeful. Maybe he also needed to get that conversation off his chest, too.
When all of this was over, maybe the nice house and the white picket fence was a possibility.
Sidian tugged Roman’s belt to get the alpha’s attention, shivering when those inquisitive eyes met his. “I think you deserve a treat when we decide to stop for the night.
Roman’s scent grew so hot in the air that it chased away all of Sidian’s chills for just a moment. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed your little rendezvous in the forest, then.”
Sidian knew what he wanted to do to Roman, and what he wanted to try. Something different from last time, something more involved on his part, something he would do at his own speed. Pack Kincaid would never allow it, but Roman would let Sidian gag him and tie him up in order to feel that necessary control. And Sidian thought he might do just that.
Roman would look so sexy with his hands behind his back.
Chapter Eighteen
As soon as the motel room door clicked shut behind them, Sidian tossed his suitcase on the floor and stalked toward Roman, something dark in his gemstone eyes. Dark and hungry.
“I want your belt,” he said matter-of-factly, holding his hand out for it as if that was all he had to do to get what he wanted. In reality, he had to do even less. “And I want the collar. If you have another belt somewhere in your bag, then I want that, too.”
A tiny thrill in Roman’s hindbrain reminded him that Sidian had knives he could use against Roman should he want to do that, but the danger was the point. Roman unbuckled his belt and tugged it out of the loops, handing it to Sidian before tossing him the leather bag so he could retrieve the collar. Sidian was lucky; Roman had a couple of other belts because they were on sale when he picked up their clothes, and he had to buy more than one belt to trigger the sale price.
Stupid fucking retail stores.
“On the edge of the bed.” Sidian draped the belts over his shoulder, unbuckling the collar as he approached Roman. “You were a good dog. You still want your treat, right?”
Fuck yes, he did. “Yes, please.”
“Very polite.” Sidian fastened the collar around Roman’s neck, curling his fingers beneath it to test the tightness before pressing a rough kiss to Roman’s lips. “Hands behind your back. You’re not going to be needing them, so you might as well not have access to them.”
Roman had two seconds to process that he was being tied up, but his hands were already in the small of his back by the time Sidian slid behind him. One belt wound around his wrists nice and tight enough that the leather bit, though he’d be able to rip it off in an emergency. He didn’t realize what Sidian was doing with the other belt until he yanked at the collar, then didsomethingthat pulled on the supple leather.
“I tied your wrists to your neck,” Sidian said as he crawled off of the mattress, the tempting swell of his ass catching Roman’s eye. He came to stand in front of Roman, combing his fingers through his hair. “I figured I’d suck you off, but I don’t enjoy having my hair pulled, so you’re not allowed to touch me.”
“I wouldn’t pull your hair,” Roman said, feeling he needed to make this point. “But I like this.”
Sidian chuckled, nimble fingers unfastening Roman’s jeans. Roman lifted his hips just long enough for his omega to get the denim and the thin pair of boxers beneath all the way down, leaving them in a tangle around Roman’s ankles. The way Sidian’s eyes lit up when he freed Roman’s cock made it stiffen the rest of the way in seconds, and Sidian let out a little trilling noise as he sank to his knees. It was so unlike him it made Roman’s head spin, his blood threatening to catch fire. If not for the leather keeping Roman where Sidian wanted him, he’d almost think Sidian was trying to mess with his head.
“Didn't like this the first handful of times I did it, so be warned,” Sidian said, wrapping a hand around Roman’s shaft. He stroked it once, fingers tracing the veins all the way to the swollen tip. “I might just leave you here if I decide this isn’t worth my time.”
Sidian let that hang in the air—half-promise, half-threat—and shifted forward on his knees so he could run the flat of his tongue over the flared tip of Roman’s cock. The sensation was unlike anything Roman had ever felt before, the smooth glide of that soft pink tongue making him shudder at his hands twisted in his bindings. His hips twitched, and Sidian grinned up at him like he knew, planting his arms across Roman’s thighs like he was strong enough to keep him right where Sidian wanted him.
