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“Am I hurting you?”

That earned me a grunt. “No. I just have a feeling you’re going to drag this out, and it’s going to be another hour before you finally put your dick in me.” Leo opened his legs more, and I took the invitation for what it was. I moved down enough to get myself into position. Once I had his legs pushed up and out enough, I lined up the head of my cock and applied just enough pressure to keep it there.

Leo moaned, and I grinned down at him. He was incredibly needy, and I was just the person to give him exactly what he desired. With gentle pressure, the head of my cock slid in easily, and then I held myself there while I lowered my upper body over him enough that I could look down into his eyes. When he met my gaze, I smiled down at him. “Do you really believe that I would make you wait after we’ve gotten this far?” I asked just before I snapped my hips forward.

Leo’s sudden gasp was muffled by my own mouth when I covered his with mine. I thrust my tongue back into his mouth and started moving it around in tempo with my hips, which I was pulling back and thrusting forward. Leo shouted into the kiss, but his hands on my waist pulled me harder toward him, telling me he was certainly not complaining.

I wanted—no, needed—to see him, and I pulled my mouth from him as I halted my thrusts. Leo’s protest was adorable but not needed. He didn’t know that though, but he would soon enough. I pushed up onto my knees, grabbed his hips, and after getting him exactly how I wanted him, I started moving my cock in and out of his again. Leo closed his eyes and moaned.

“You were saying?” I teased. “You will need to tell me how you like it, mio amato. I do not yet have the ability to read your thoughts.”

“Ugh,” Leo said as I continued to thrust in and out of him. This was going to be a short round, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t have several more today. In fact, that was the only plan I had for the day. We would be spending it in bed, naked, sweaty, and sexually satisfied.

“Anyway, Sandro. Just…mmm.”

I chuckled at that and snapped my hips forward again. The tightening of his body around my cock when I did so told me that he probably liked a little bit of intensity. That was all good and well. For now. But there would certainly be times in the future that we would be taking things very slow, but not this time. Leo wanted intense, so that’s what I was going to give my beloved.

I slowly started moving again, and from this angle, I could see all of my beloved. With every forward thrust from me, his cock bounced on his stomach while he moaned louder and louder. Knowing exactly what he needed, I wrapped one hand around his cock and started stroking. Leo’s back arched off the bed, and he shouted into the room at the added stimulation.

I was taken by surprise, but maybe I shouldn’t have been because it had been incredibly long since I’d had sex, and my body suddenly tingled everywhere, and my fangs throbbed unlike ever before. I knew holding back was useless, so I fell on top of Leo and lowered my mouth to his ear. “Come for me, mio amato,” I whispered just before I lowered my mouth and sank my fangs into his neck again.

The gush of sweet yet metallic blood in my mouth had my hips snapping forward, my balls pulling tight to my body and tingling, and my cock throbbing as I came inside my beloved. I moaned loudly against Leo’s neck as I filled him with my cum. I sucked deeply once, then pulled my fangs from his neck, but before I could lick over the bite, there was a sharp pain in my own shoulder where Leo had sunk his canines into it. Our combined moans of pleasure filled the air as the bond was completed and seemed to hit with an intensity that I don’t think either of us expected.

Chapter 12

Leonardo

Iwas mated. Sandro had surprised me, and he’d claimed me. And seriously, the man had stamina. More than I honestly expected, with him still recovering from his injuries. That definitely wasn’t the case. He’d claimed me, then proceeded to show me what he was capable of, and we spent the entire day in bed. And then…then I remembered little to nothing after that.

I rolled over and found myself in bed alone. That wasn’t really the issue. It was the fact that I felt like I had been beaten up. I closed my eyes, thinking about Sandro, and discovered that he was downstairs.

“I’ll be right there, mio amato.”

I smiled. “No need to hurry. I’ll be here.” I thought about it for a moment. “Maybe trying to get to the bathroom if needed.” I was almost positive that I was going to need the bathroom very soon. I rolled over onto my back and groaned when my back twinged. I heard chuckling through our bond, and I wanted to scowl at Sandro, but it was no use. He wouldn’t see it. “Really? You’re laughing at me?”

“I would never do such a thing,” Sandro replied. I heard him on the stairs, and seconds later, he appeared at the top. I lifted my head, smiled, then let it fall back to the pillow.

“I would ask what happened, but I know what happened. But I really want to know how long I was in heat for.”

Sandro appeared above me, and when he looked down at me, it wasn’t with humor but caring concern. “Seven, almost eight days.”

I cringed. “Really? That long?”

Sandro nodded. “According to my phone, yes.” He set a cup of something on the bedside table, then reached for me. I wasn’t given much of a choice or warning. I was suddenly lifted from the bed, and although I didn’t have much energy, I had enough to wrap one arm around Sandro’s back and grab hold of his shoulder.

“Are you taking me to the toilet?” I asked. I really hoped that was where we were going because my bladder definitely needed to be emptied.

“Yes. And while you sit there and take care of any business you might have, I’ll start the bath. Did you want me to join you in the tub?”

I could already scent that Sandro had showered at some point, so there was no need for him to join me in the tub. “You don’t have to. You’ve already showered.”

Sandro set me down just in front of the toilet, and I was so grateful that he didn’t let go of my waist. If he had, I would have crumpled there on the floor.

“Just because I have already showered does not mean that I won’t join you in the bath. It is quite enjoyable to hold you in the tub. Even more so to wash you.” I was too busy sighing in relief at the ability to empty my bladder that I couldn’t answer just yet. Did I want Sandro in the tub with me? Sure. What omega wouldn’t want their sire in the bath with them. But he’d been doing something else. What I wasn’t certain about was what, exactly. If he had something important that he needed to do, I didn’t want to take him away from that.

Sandro went to the tub and started the water. He picked up some dark bottle that wasn’t there before that I could remember and poured the entire contents into the tub.

“What’s that?”