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When I’m satisfied he’s going to be soft and compliant, I pull back enough to look him in the eye, trying to ignore the way he is hard against my stomach.
“I love you, Theo. I love you when you are hurting, I love you when you are strong. Whether you’re a gifted genius or a sassy brat. I even love you when you have hideous morning breath and smell like a swamp. I tried not loving you, I tried not needing you. I tried to just be your friend.”
Despite the tears welling in his eyes, he still manages a sarcastic snort.
“Yeah, and we sucked at that. I was scared, because I knew if I ever allowed myself to have you, I would never be able to let you go, that I would be keeping you from exploring and finding your life, your new life, your freedom. But it’s too late. I need you, I need you at the tavern sassing me about everything. I need your laughter. I need the way that everything just feels better having you with me. I need you to be mine like I need air to breathe.”
I take a deep breath, kissing away a tear trailing down the side of his face. “But more than I need you, I want you, too. It’s not just that you make my berserker side feral with the need to claim you and make you mine. I want you too. I don’t justloveyou, Theo. Ilikeyou too.”
My heart thunders in my chest while I wait for Theo’s response, his reaction, anything. I can feel the moment my words sink in, the heaving shudder and the choking sob before he rips his hands from mine to wrap around me, yanking me down to collapse completely on top of him.
His tears are hot on my shoulder where his head is buried. With the way he clings to me, I can’t move my arms to comfort him without crushing him entirely, so I simply stroke my cheek over his head while making nonsense soothing noises. Eventually, his tears subside and his breathing evens out. I don’t try to pull back until his grasp loosens slightly. But he doesn’t let me pull back far enough to look at him, just enough so that he can talk into the hollow of my neck.
“Roan, you couldneverhold me back. Yougaveme my freedom.” I tense, ready to argue, but he squeezes me hard enough to sting. “No. I don’t mean when you rescued me. While I am grateful for that, youknowthat’s not it. You have been there, without question. No pressure, no demand. Just you and your support and kindness. It allowed me to bemewithout any of the bullshit.” A huffed laugh tickles at my neck and is quickly replaced with a firm kiss.
“I love you, too. I love you with every molecule of my being. I want to be with you. Properly. No more bullshit about friends with orgasms or whatever other lie we have to tell ourselves. I want you to bemine, and I want to beyours.”
He wriggles under me, and I take the hint to shift off him so I can look him in the eye. The wide smile across his face matchesthe one currently pulling at my cheeks. “I want you to move into the house with me. I want it to be ours.”
His nose wrinkles adorably, making me ache to kiss him again, but once I start I am not going to stop.
“It sounds weird offering your own place to you. But I want it. You there, with me. Every day. Every night. Together. I mean, we basically planned it all together, anyway. There is no way I could be there without you.”
“Then why did you buy that ugly ass bed?” My laughing question is met with a swift pillow to the side of the face. I chuckle again and steal a quick kiss.
“That bed is gorgeous and you know it. Not that it matters because the offer’s rescinded. You can go back to sleeping in that tiny little shack you haven’t ever invited me to, cold and alone.” He sniffs, raising his nose snootily in the air, exposing the long creamy length of his neck.
I kiss my way along it, hot, open mouth kisses, from his shoulder, up past the sensitive dip at the hollow of his neck and the taut tendons to bite just under the line of his jaw. Goosebumps erupt over his skin, and the feral part inside me gloats with happiness at his reaction.
“I’ve never invited you there because itiscold and lonely. It is not my home. It is the place I sleep. The tavern is my home.”
I continue to kiss and bite along his neck, sucking at his flesh until there is another bruise to add to the others decorating his skin. “Itwasmy home. Now, my darling, sweet little brat,youare my home. Wherever you are is where I lay my head.”
I suck particularly hard at the place I know he loves, where his shoulder meets his neck, and he writhes beneath me, arching his hips up to grind his dick into me, seeking friction andmore. I bite down again and he cries out my name. I want to beat my chest and roar with pride.
“Even if it means an ugly peacock bed.”
Theo’s lustful moans turn to outrage again.
“You are lucky I love you, you dick.” The laughter in his voice fills me with the type of contentment that I’ve never felt until him. Like a wholeness of being. It almost hurts to pull off him, sitting back on my heels to let my eyes roam over him.
His legs unlock from my waist, falling to the bed, spread wide on either side of my thighs. He is no longer the pale, scrawny, under-nourished man who we’d first taken from Marieth’s cottage. Muscles rope over his body from the hard work he’s put into the house and the garden and from his hikes and swimming at the Falls.
His skin is still pale, but it has lost its unnatural whiteness—instead, he seems to glow with a halo of golden light seeping through his pores and his freckles. He is sunlight personified.
The fact that his copper curls are a tangled mess only adds to the vision, as does the leftover makeup and glitter streaking his face and body. No doubt much of it has transferred to me, too, but it is just another mark of the way we fucked and loved last night. His perfect cock juts up between his legs. The same creamy colour of his skin, only more of a blush at its weeping head, his balls tight to his body.
A pearl of pre-cum pools at the head there before dripping down the length. I want to take him again. Fuck him into the mattress. Own him, possess him. Theo must see it in my eyes, or maybe it's the way I lick my lips while eyeing his cock. With a sly smile, he tucks one hand behind his head, displaying himself, and strokes his cock from root to tip, gathering the slick there and coating himself with it.
I flick my eyes up to his face, and he raises an eyebrow, teasing me. But all it does is make me want to push back against him—the dance between us is one of the things I love about him. Us.
“Enough of that, brat. You complained about being festy. Time to get in the shower, and then it’s probably time to head back to the tavern.”
Before I go back on my own word, I roll off the bed and make my way to the hotel ensuite. I can feel the way he watches me, and I make sure to put a little more ass into my walk.
Never one to ever let me get the last word in, his heat is on my back all too quickly as he brushes past me to get to the shower first. As he passes, he makes sure to drag his still rock hard cock against me as much as possible, and he gives me deceitfully innocent eyes, pulling himself up close on my arm.
“Whatever you say.” His breathy whisper tickles my skin. “BossDaddy.” Exasperation and lust war within me, and I groan, too late to snatch him up, Theo already having darted away to start the shower. I grumble, mostly pretending, and join him, waiting for the water to heat. He is bound to torment me for the rest of my life. And I can’t help but be excited about it.
