A Taste of Tucson #2
It wasn’t long before Danny was a trembling, spent mess, his cum splattered against the shower tile.
“Jesus Christ,” he moaned.
Would he ever get used to this passion? This ferocity? The primal way Roman claimed him every time they came together?
He fucking hoped not.
Roman half led, half carried him out of the shower, drying them both efficiently as he murmured praise to Danny, telling him how good and perfect and lovely he was. He led Danny to the bed and grabbed the lube from his suitcase.
Roman’s cock was standing at full attention, red and angry-looking, and Danny found himself mesmerized by the sight.
Roman lubed himself up while he eyed Danny like he was candy, then prowled over, graceful as a jungle cat.
He pushed back Danny’s thigh, his eyes turning black as he bit in with his fangs, right at the tender skin near the crease of Danny’s hip, slurping at Danny’s blood with the same enthusiasm he’d given his hole.
“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Danny moaned, his cock hardening again in an instant. It always felt so fucking good when Roman drank from him, even now that he was no longer human.
Danny whimpered with oversensitivity as Roman’s lubed fingers pushed into him without warning, and Roman licked his bite closed, his eyes turning back to their icy blue, watching Danny intently as he fingered him open ruthlessly.
Well, he always watched Danny intently. He was always intense as hell in general. But tonight he seemed…
“Oh my God!” Danny cried, the words choking off in a groan with another twist of Roman’s digits. “You—you’re getting off on doing this on Luc’s bed, aren’t you?”
Roman smirked at him, withdrawing his fingers and covering Danny with his body. He smelled so fucking good, all copper and spice, and Danny breathed him in like a drug.
“I take a certain pleasure,” Roman murmured, sucking Danny’s nipple into his mouth and biting down hard with blunt teeth, practically purring at Danny’s answering moan.
“In knowing he is still fighting for his mate. He still has the uncertainty. The waiting. The fear.” He shoved a pillow under Danny’s lower back and folded his thighs back, lining up the fat head of his cock and pressing in with one merciless push.
He let out a sigh like he was coming home again.
“But you, my lovely little king, are already mine. To have. To hold.” He snapped his hips back and in again, his hands tight on Danny’s hips. “To fuck. For all eternity.”
Jesus Christ. Danny really should be calling Roman out on his competitive nature right now, but he was too busy making embarrassing mewling sounds as Roman clocked his prostate over and over again.
“You belong to me,” Roman growled. “Body and soul. And he is still…dating.”
Oh God. Danny tried to laugh at the thought of Lucien doing anything as mundane as dating, but it came out as a strangled moan. He was fully hard again, and just a little desperate, and he wanted to touch himself, but he was too busy holding on to Roman’s broad shoulders for dear fucking life.
“R-Rome,” he pleaded, when he could form the words.
Roman slid a hand between them, grasping Danny’s cock and stroking just the way Danny liked. He wrapped his other hand around Danny’s throat, his thumb pressing in just hard enough to make Danny moan.
“Perfect mate,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on the tight grip of his hand. “Perfect and mine.”
He was probably mourning the fact that any bruises he left wouldn’t last, the possessive bastard.
“Yours,” Danny agreed. “Yours, yours, yours. Fuck. Fuuuuuck.”
He was mindlessly babbling now, but he couldn’t help it. Roman was right. He owned Danny. He knew Danny’s body and his mind better than Danny did most of the time. And he loved nothing more than putting all his focus, all his otherworldly intensity, on being the perfect mate for Danny.
And all Danny had given him in exchange was his whole fucking soul on a platter.
Roman twisted his hand over the head of Danny’s cock. “Come for me, little king.”
Danny came, just like that, with an embarrassingly guttural grunt. “Ungh!”
Roman groaned as Danny’s inner muscles clenched down around him, pressing Danny harder into the mattress and pumping his hips erratically as he joined him over the edge.
It took a long time for Danny to find real words again. It wasn’t his fault though. Puddles didn’t speak, and he’d become one.
But eventually, after Roman had withdrawn from his body and settled them on the bed, Danny’s head on Roman’s chest, Roman’s fingers dancing through his curls, Danny teased, “You know the cleaning crew is going to change the sheets before Luc even gets back here.”
He could feel Roman’s smirk. “He will know regardless.”
Well, then. Those two had a weird fucking dynamic if Danny had ever seen one, but if it led to Danny getting dicked down like this, he wasn’t going to complain.
And Roman had never said no to Lucien and Jamie joining the den.
Roman
Roman found his lovely mate by the hotel pool, sunning himself in one of the loungers. Roman took a moment to appreciate him, and his demon uncoiled within him, standing at attention at the sight.
Perfect. Lovely. Ours, ours, ours.
Roman could only agree. Danny was perfect. And lovely. And theirs.
Jay was in the pool close to Danny, wading in the shallows and splashing at nothing. They were the only two braving the midday Arizona sun, the rest of the hotel patrons wise enough to remain indoors.
Danny didn’t open his eyes at Roman’s approach, but his lips pulled into a grin as Roman’s shadow fell over him. “You’re here,” he murmured.
“I am.” Roman sat on the lounger by Danny’s hip, unable to stop himself from tracing his fingers along Danny’s bare thigh, grateful that his lovely mate had let him pick out an indecently short pair of swim trunks for him.
His mate who was so much more relaxed today than the day before.
Roman knew Danny had been worried about Lucien’s potential mate. Worried that he was an innocent in need of rescuing and that they’d find him too late.
Luckily what they’d found instead had been a cocky spitfire in absolutely no need of rescuing at all. And while they still had a feral vampire to deal with, Danny didn’t have to worry about an innocent human being held captive.
Roman’s sweet, caring Danny. He was too good for Lucien. Too good for Roman, for that matter. And yet Roman would keep him anyway. Always and forever.
“Stop brooding about how you don’t deserve me,” Danny scolded, his eyes still shut against the sun.
“Does your demon read minds now?” Roman asked, still stroking Danny’s thigh.
“There’s a very…specific feel to it.”
Instead of acknowledging his supposed brooding, Roman reported, “I spoke to Lucien just now. We shall join him and the brutish twins for a hunt. I offered Jay to stay with Jamie.”
It had been a remarkably civil conversation overall, with only a few curses and threats of decapitation. Perhaps Danny was right. Perhaps Roman was learning to let go of some of his and Lucien’s sordid history.
Jay made a sound of distress in the pool. “Me? Are you sure? I— With Gabe and Soren—”
Ah. The time Jay had been victim to a snapped neck, leaving Gabe and Soren to deal with Hendrick.
Danny opened his eyes, turning to Jay with a soft look. “That was different, sweetie,” he soothed. “That was a raging psycho specifically targeting them. This is just some rogue feral vamp. He won’t be after Jamie.” He smiled sweetly at the nervous vampire. “We trust you with this.”
Jay nodded uncertainly, but his cheeks still flushed at Danny’s reassurance.
Roman had been reluctant to bring him with them but had ultimately caved to Danny’s pleading.
He was fond enough of Jay, but Lucien put Roman on edge in a way he was loath to have others bear witness to.
But he was glad he’d acquiesced. Jay seemed so delighted by every little facet of their trip.
And the little vampire hadn’t had much joy in his life until now.
Roman supposed this was his new cross to bear—coming to care for the people Danny selected for their inner circle.
It wasn’t in Roman’s nature to care for the vampires around him—other than Soren, who’d wormed his way under Roman’s skin long ago—but Jay’s delight made Danny happy, and that in turn pleased Roman beyond measure.
Roman didn’t even mind the way Jay’s gaze was fixed on his wandering fingers and the way they trailed over Danny’s bare skin.
Anyone else would have set Roman’s demon on a rampage, but there was a guileless curiosity to the way Jay watched them.
It was hard to be too displeased with him even in that.
Roman’s fingers traced over Danny’s hip now, dipping just below the waistband of his trunks. With the way he’d gripped Danny there last night, there should have been a beautiful smattering of bruises. Alas, his perfect mate healed too quickly now.
Roman would just have to replace them as soon as possible.
“Those fingers go any lower and we’ll be putting on a show,” Danny murmured, his eyes heavy-lidded.
“There is no one to see.”
Danny laughed in disbelief. “Jay is right there.”
“I don’t mind!” Jay called.
Now Roman’s demon did come out, letting out a low growl in Jay’s direction. Its lenience only went so far when it came to their lovely boy.
Danny swatted Roman’s arm, the hit as light as a feather. “Don’t growl at him.”
Roman didn’t know if Danny was talking to him or his demon, but either way he cut off the growl, stroking a few of Danny’s dark curls back from his face. “I like seeing you like this. Blissful in the sun.”
“We could stay for a while,” Danny told him with a secretive little smile. “Enjoy Tucson more.”
As if Roman didn’t know exactly what Danny was doing with that offer. “We shall see, mon petit roi. Although, Ferdy would miss us.”
He smirked as Danny furrowed his brow, considering their pup back in Colorado.
Danny wasn’t the only one with tricks.
Roman slid more fully onto the lounge chair, pulling Danny to rest on his chest and sliding his hands along his sides as they watched Jay splash in the water.
Lucien was still an asshole, his fated mate, Jamie, seemed like a brat, and there was a feral vampire in need of putting down.
And yet, in this moment, with Danny in his arms, Roman was at peace.
He pressed a kiss to Danny’s head. “Je t’aime, mon amour.”
He could feel Danny’s smile against his skin. “Je t’aime, Roman.”