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DANTE

T he house smells so heavenly that my mouth waters the moment I walk inside.

As I take off my shoes by the front door, I realize it’s the scent of herbs, onions, and butter wafting from the kitchen.

My gut tightens when I walk in to find Reid helping Jacob cook dinner.

Hayden is sitting at the table with his fingers tangled on top, head tilted as he also watches the two men interact.

Something about Reid here with us feels so right that it’s a little frightening.

Like maybe we’ve been waiting for him to come along to even out our odds.

Hayden’s gaze is fixed on Jacob’s back, tracking his movement as the other man moves around the kitchen with obvious intent.

A timer goes off and I watch with my heart in my throat as Reid slips on an oven mitt, opens the oven, then tugs out roasted potatoes.

The domesticity of the moment overwhelms me.

Jacob flips over steaks that are sizzling in a cast-iron pan on the stove. He murmurs something to Reid, points at the steak, then jiggles one a little with his fork. Reid smiles and nods while giving Jacob his undivided attention.

Quietly as I can, I pull out the chair beside Hayden and join him in staring.

Jacob’s carefully honed senses clock the sound though, because he glances over his shoulder toward us.

He grins at me, then flushes under Hayden’s scrutiny and turns back to Reid.

They gather plates, then place meat and potatoes on them.

“Parker said he’ll be late,” Jacob apologizes on his twin’s behalf. “He’ll eat leftovers from the other night.”

Reid’s eyebrows quirk in confusion, but he stays quiet instead of interrogating Jacob.

I wrap my arm around the back of Reid’s chair after he takes a seat.

We’re all quiet as he digs into the perfectly seasoned dinner.

Reid lets out these little hums as he eats that make the base of my spine tingle with need.

He only eats about a quarter of his steak before pushing his plate away.

I go to tell him to eat more, but one look from Reid shuts me up.

Oh. Suddenly, I don’t want to eat my entire meal either.

Our eyes stay locked for a moment, before I stand abruptly, my chair scraping awkwardly against the floor.

Jacob and Hayden stare at me in confusion, then quickly lose interest when I awkwardly clear my throat, grab Reid by the arm, and drag him bodily up the stairs.

“What—”

I don’t let Reid finish. I shove him down onto the bed and devour his mouth with single-minded focus.

He laughs against my mouth while curling his arms around the back of my neck.

His skin is hot beneath my touch, warming me from the outside after the past few days.

I have this insane urge to mark him, make sure it's clear to everyone that he’s mine.

The fuckers trying to take him from me will die by a thousand cuts before they even have a chance to touch him.

I swear that on all my belongings. On my life.

Reid’s cock is hard as he rocks up into me, moaning softly against my mouth.

“You were so good last night, so good today. Such a good boy.”

Reid mewls underneath me, his fingers sneaking under my shirt to rake painfully down my back.

I latch on to his neck and bite hard, almost hard enough to draw blood, and the sharp bite of my teeth makes Reid go wild beneath me.

He bucks his hips up so our cocks roughly slide together through our clothes. All control bleeds out of me.

“Please, please, please,” Reid all but sings.

God. I lift onto my knees to hastily drag my shirt over my head. The way Reid stares up at me makes all the blood in my body boil at once. I need to be inside him now. Make him see how much he means to me. How much I always fucking want him even though none of this makes a lick of sense.

We make quick work of getting me out of the rest of my clothes, then get him undressed.

Reid laughs when I blow a raspberry on his scarred belly, but it turns into a low moan when I lick just below his belly button.

I spend a few minutes giving attention to his belly button ring, urging deep, guttural moans out of Reid.

I stare up at him as I slowly take his cock into my mouth, feeling like a king when his mouth opens on a silent scream.

His hands fumble on the sheets for a moment as if unsure what to do, where he can put them.

I can’t have that. Grabbing his hands, I gently place them on top of my head, and that shatters a loud, borderline-violent moan out of Reid.

He fucks up into my mouth without any finesse.

The taste of him explodes on my tongue, warmth and musk and Reid .

I lick the head of his cock, smiling around it when his thighs quake with pleasure.

He throws an arm over his eyes as if to ensure he can’t watch me take him apart, like the pleasure’s too much to handle.

Reaching a hand up, I fumble under the pillow until it latches on to the lube.

Reid moans low and long when I slowly press a lubed finger into him.

I work his cock over languidly in my mouth, just enough to take the focus off of getting some lube into him.

God, he’s so fucking tight. I need to be inside him already.

His head is tossed back, tendons tight enough to snap as his mouth hangs open from the pleasure of the moment.

I crawl up his body, two fingers still inside him, and take his mouth in a bruising kiss.

His tongue duels with mine for a moment, giving the illusion of a fight, before he falls back to letting me own his mouth as per usual.

I nip at his lips as I hitch his hips up my waist and notch my cock against his greedy hole.

He’s so fucking tight when I press in that his breath stutters in his lungs.

“Dante,” Reid whispers, head still tossed back in pleasure. His fingers rake down my back, searching for purchase as I bottom out inside him. “Dante, Dante, fuck me.”

“Fuck, look at the way you take me.”

That gorgeous red flush works its way down Reid’s chest as he pants up at me. Starry-eyed and needy, this is my very favorite kind of Reid. I sit for as long as I can, the control slowly bleeding out of me. When Reid borderline cries, trying to urge me on with his heels, I let go.

I can’t deny Reid a single ounce of pleasure, not with that maroon flush stealing down his pale chest, not when his lip is caught between his teeth, not when he wants but doesn’t know how to ask for his desires.

I snap my hips forward so hard that his head thumps against the headboard.

Reid’s eyes roll back in his skull and he’s lost to the pleasure.

We’re just slapping skin, bitten-down moans, and desperate kisses as I fuck him into the cloud-soft mattress.

His legs tighten around my hips after each thrust as if to keep me inside him, as if he can’t stand the momentary loss of me.

Sweat prickles my skin as I fuck into him as hard as I can, surely hard enough to make him feel it for days. A fierce pleasure settles in me at the idea of Reid feeling me days from now, knowing that he’s mine to give pleasure to, to take pleasure from. Reid’s all fucking mine.

“I’m gonna put a baby in you,” I pant above him, not knowing where the words even came from. “Breed you so everyone knows you’re mine.”

Definitely a shot in the dark, but the words make Reid go supernova.

His back bends off the bed as he comes untouched, his mouth slack, eyes shut tight as his body succumbs to orgasm.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I pummel into him, fucking him through his orgasm and seeking my own.

Grabbing his thigh, I hitch it up higher and press my forehead to his as the telltale tingle at the base of my spine starts to signal my orgasm.

My cock spasms inside Reid moments before a violent orgasm crashes through me.

Pouring every ounce of myself inside him, hips twitching even as I stop thrusting and fall on top of him.

Reid’s arms wrap around me, his fingers lovingly carding through my sweaty hair. We lie like that for a while, just enjoying each other's bodies, our breaths easing after the ferocity of our orgasms.

I bury my face in Reid’s sweaty neck. Swiping my hands up and down his sides, I stay inside him until I slip out. Reid whines at the loss, so I sneak my hand down to roughly shove two fingers inside him, keeping my cum where he wants it.

“You always know what I need,” Reid murmurs, words post-orgasm slurred.

“Yeah, I do.”

I lay my head against his chest, listening to his pounding heartbeat slowly return to normal.

He moves his leg slightly to rub at my side in a movement that has my chest constricting with want, despite already having fucked him senseless.

After a while I get us both up and into the shower to rinse off.

I like Reid in moments like this, when he’s less feisty spitfire, and more sweet boy.

He leans against my chest, head tilted back against my shoulder as the water trails a river down our bodies, cleansing us of our sins.

He lets me gently wash his hair, eyes closed, a sweet smile on his lips.

Reid returns the favor back to me, on his tiptoes so that he can reach.

Somehow that makes him even more endearing to me.

We dry each other off, then brush our teeth to get ready for bed.

“The picture of the woman on your desk?” Reid asks, eyes curious, mouth full of toothpaste.

Oh. “Ama, my older sister.”

Reid lifts an eyebrow. “And?”

I dip my head and spit out my toothpaste, keeping my head bowed to avoid looking at him in the mirror. Gripping the edge of the counter, I close my eyes tight against the thoughts of her.