Roman Bonus Epilogue #2
Danny blushed at the implication of the headphones but didn’t protest any further. Roman, for his part, could not care less if Soren heard or even saw them. His demon even got a brief rush at the thought of someone else seeing them claim their mate. Visual proof Danny was theirs.
Although, that would require someone else seeing Danny naked…
Roman frowned at the thought. Better to keep things private.
He slid himself down the couch, pulling Danny with him until they were both horizontal, Danny’s negligible weight resting on him. “Do you want to ride me, little king?” he asked, his voice a soft purr.
Danny’s eyes darkened, and his tongue darted out to lick his lips. “You’ll let me?”
Roman chuckled at his mate’s skepticism. It was true, Roman liked being on top more than his fair share—loved using his weight and strength to pin his smaller mate down. The inner brute in him, he supposed.
Danny never seemed to mind, and he always gave as good as he got. Roman would have the scratch marks to prove it, if it weren’t for his vampire healing.
He cocked a brow in challenge. “If you think you can satisfy us both.”
Danny smirked down at him. “Ohh, you’re gonna get it.”
He began undressing them both with vampire speed, taking greater care with their clothes than Roman had done in the past (although he’d made more of an effort not to tear Danny’s shirts after he was scolded ferociously the last time for ruining his mate’s “cutest going-out shirt”).
Roman sighed in pleasure at the sight of a naked Danny sitting astride him, his lovely cock hard and leaking. So much beautiful golden skin, just waiting for Roman to take a taste.
He didn’t have a chance to. Danny slid gracefully down his body, bypassing any slow burn and going straight for Roman’s own hard cock, engulfing it in his mouth in one fell swoop.
Roman arched his back, resting his hand on the back of Danny’s head, not pushing or guiding, just grasping his soft curls. “Fuck. That mouth, lovely.”
Danny hummed around him, knowing the vibration drove Roman crazy. As if that wasn’t enough, Danny had become quite adept at deep-throating in their time together. It didn’t take long for Roman to feel close to the edge.
“Fuck. Merde. Enough, little king.” Danny kept sucking and licking mercilessly. Roman knew what this was. He was being punished for his words, for daring to suggest his mate wasn’t capable of satisfying him when taking the lead.
And what a glorious punishment it was.
But Roman wasn’t ready to be done yet. He used his grasp on Danny’s hair to wrench his mate’s head back, and Danny moaned—Roman’s mate loved that extra bite of pain with his pleasure.
Perfect mate. Fucking perfect, lovely mate.
In a lightning-quick move, Roman grasped Danny by the shoulders and reversed their positions, tossing him onto all fours, his hands grasping the couch arm.
Danny giggled. “I thought I was riding you this time.”
“You lost that privilege, little tease,” Roman growled.
He reached over Danny to grab the small bottle of lube in the side table drawer.
He’d started leaving it everywhere in the house once he’d realized how voracious Danny’s demon was.
His mate had grumbled about being “too obvious” but had acquiesced after Soren had helpfully pointed out that he didn’t need conspicuous lube sightings to know they were “banging in every room of the house.”
Roman planted a kiss on Danny’s spine on the way back, delighting in the way the boy shivered at his touch. “You want to be in charge?” he asked.
Danny shot him a cheeky glance over his shoulder. “And if I do?”
Roman squirted a good amount of lube onto Danny’s fingers. “Then open yourself up for me, lovely,” he instructed.
Danny’s breath hitched, his pupils blowing wide as he complied readily. Roman leaned back onto his knees, watching the display with satisfaction. He lazily stroked Danny’s pert cheeks with both hands as he watched those slender fingers in action.
Once Danny had three fingers going in easily, Roman murmured, “Enough.”
He draped himself over Danny’s back again, grasping Danny’s hip with one hand and using the other to guide the thick head of his cock to his mate’s hole. Roman couldn’t help his groan as the familiar tight heat enveloped him.
“Merde,” he grunted. “How are you still so fucking tight? So fucking perfect?”
Danny laughed softly underneath him, the sound cut off halfway by a moan as Roman thrust the rest of the way in.
“Fucking perfect,” Roman repeated before placing all his focus on the task at hand. He kept a frantic pace, angling his hips to hit his mate’s sweet spot each time, making Danny cry out in pleasure with every thrust.
Soon Danny was babbling his usual lust-filled nonsense. “Fuck. Rome, please. Please. Fuck!”
It was incredible. It was perfect.
Not enough.
Roman eyed his mate’s nape—that golden, creamy skin—and let his demon push forward. He growled low, fangs dropping, and bit into Danny’s neck, drinking deep.
Danny keened at the invasion, his release spilling onto the couch as Roman’s fangs entered him.
Ambrosia.
It didn’t matter that Danny’s blood no longer nourished Roman. It was still the most delicious thing he or his demon had ever fucking tasted.
It pushed Roman over the edge, pleasure skating over his spine, his hips stuttering as he fucked his cum into his pliant mate.
He collapsed onto his mate, withdrawing his softening cock and licking gently over the bite mark, slightly saddened to see it closing already.
Afterward, they lay on the couch, with Danny once more settled on top of him, Roman petting soothing strokes up and down his mate’s nude body. He didn’t know if he’d ever stop reveling in this contentment. This peace.
“What will we do with Ferdy on our honeymoon?” Danny asked drowsily. “Bring him with us?”
Fuck that. The whole point of the honeymoon was for Roman to get his mate all to himself. No distractions. No roommates. No goddamn pets.
“We’ll have your brother watch him.”
“If he’ll agree to it.”
He would. Roman would make sure of it.
Anything in this world to make his mate happy.