Page 27 of Devil May Hunt (The Devils of Vitality #8)

Two Years Later

“If you keep doing this,” Gunho drawled, trying to ease out of Brennon’s hold, “we’re going to be late.”

“Don’t care.” He really didn’t. They’d just gotten done with a large restructure at the company that had kept them both far too busy for several days straight. All Brennon wanted was to stay home and be alone with his alpha. “Let’s cancel.”

“We can’t cancel.”

“Why not?” Brennon shoved him against the door to their walk-in closet, refusing to let him exit the room. He nuzzled Gunho’s throat and then even went as far as to lick his jawline.

“Because you haven’t seen your friends in weeks.”

“Yeah, but I haven’t fucked you in days. That’s way more important.”

“We did it on Thursday,” he reminded, only for Brennon to snort.

“Today is Saturday. It counts.”

Plus, the sex Gunho was referring to had been little more than a quickie in his office when Brennon had snuck in between meetings.

“You need lots of sex to help stabilize your pheromones now that I don’t have heats, remember?”

“Oh, so you’re doing this for me?”

“Glad you’ve realized how generous I am.”

Since giving up on the Academy a year ago, Brennon had officially joined Gunho at Cree Cosmetics. He’d stuck it out as long as he could, but eventually he couldn’t deny that his heart wasn’t in it there. The company and Gunho were the things he wanted.

Still, he’d been worried spending so much time together would be bad for their relationship at first, but he’d quickly learned his fears had been for naught.

Aside from the occasional office visit and lunch, the two of them were kept so busy they seldom saw each other.

Now that Brennon had a handle on corporate life, he was starting to grow more antsy over his home life.

As in.

He was horny all the damn time, and it wasn’t fair that his alpha was seated just down the hall every day, and yet he wasn’t allowed to touch him.

“Move my office closer to yours on Monday,” he ordered, slipping the first two buttons of Gunho’s navy dress shirt free.

“I created a sex starved monster with that drug,” Gunho stated.

“That was over two years ago.” Brennon cupped him between the thighs, grinning when he found the alpha was hard for him. “You can’t blame the drug. Blame this instead.”

“Rin went out of his way to make this reservation.”

“So?” Rin, Calder, Daylen, and their significant others could all wait.

Or go fuck each other.

Brennon didn’t care.

“Remember when you were sad all the time because you didn’t have close friends?” Gunho gave one last attempt, but he saw through him.

“Don’t need friends.” He dropped to his knees, freeing the alpha’s cock before he could stop him. “Just need this.”

Gunho hissed when Brennon’s tongue darted out, circling his flushed crown. “Am I just a cock to you, pretty lover?”

“Of course not. You’re my alpha. So,” he licked him again, “do what you’re supposed to do, and satisfy your mate, alpha.”

He chuckled, and Brennon felt the moment he gave in, his hand delving through his hair to brush it off his forehead. “Are you ever going to stop being so stubborn?”

“Not a chance in hell. How about I show you heaven instead?” Brennon wrapped his lips around him and gave a pointed suck that had the alpha’s hips jerking forward.

Gunho let him blow him for a few moments, then he tore him away, grinning when Brennon glared. “Relax, pretty lover, you win. But I need you to say those words to me again first. Otherwise, I’ll put my clothes back on and leave for the restaurant without you.”

Brennon huffed, allowing the alpha to pull him to his feet and back him toward the circular settee in the center of the room.

“Come on, you know what I want to hear,” Gunho insisted.

He did.

It’d taken a full year of dating for Brennon to finally say that three-word sentence, and ever since, Gunho had used it as a bargaining chip. Not that Brennon minded. It added a layer of playfulness to something he’d otherwise always been unsure and somewhat afraid of.

“You’ll fuck me if I say it?” Brennon pretended to hesitate.

“Yes.”

“The way I like?”

He chuckled. “Nice and deep, so you’re screaming and seeing stars.”

“In that case.” Brennon leaned back on the settee seductively and spread his thighs. “I love you, alpha. Now fuck me hard and call me pretty.”

“Of course, mate.” Gunho stripped out of the rest of his clothing. “And in case it wasn’t painfully obvious.” He bent down and captured Brennon’s mouth in a scorching kiss, ending it with a nip to his bottom lip that stung in the best way. “I love you, too.”