He pressed a soft kiss to the side of Boaz’s neck, making him shiver.
“I am?” Boaz asked softly.
“Yes,” Alexander said. “I love you.”
Boaz swallowed, warmth spreading through him, but he forced himself to say the words he’d been carrying all night. “What about Lyla? She’s your bride. You’re supposed to have a child with her. You can’t just walk away from that. You have to…”
Alexander lifted his head and looked at him. “I don’t have to do anything. I’m choosing who I want to be with. And I want you.”
Boaz leaned into him, unable to hold back anymore. He had wanted this closeness all night, but had kept his distance. Now, he couldn’t deny it.
For a moment, nothing else mattered. Not the expectations, not the future, not even the uncertainty ahead.
“Fuck me,” Boaz said, sinking his fingers into Alexander’s hair. He moaned as Alexander tightened his arms around him but didn’t do anything else. “Come on,” Boaz complained.
Alexander laughed and pulled back to stare at him. “You’re one horny werewolf,” he said.
“You made me that way,” Boaz said.
He cupped both Alexander’s face with hands and kissed him, before he moved to the bed. He took off his clothes and lay down on the bed.
Alexander groaned as he followed him there. He stood at the foot of the bed as he roughly pulled off his clothes.
Then he was on top of him. Boaz reached for him, smoothing his hands down his back as they kissed and rolled on the bed with agency. Alexander pulled back and stared down at him.
“There are so many things I want to do you,” he rasped.
“Later,” Boaz said, as he spread his thighs wide and reached between them and grasp Alexander’s cock. He brought it to his hole. “We don’t have time right now. We have to go to war. And I want to feel your cock inside me again.”
“Fuck,” Alexander hissed. “We need lube.”
“It’s fine. You fucked me yesterday morning, remember? I’m still stretched,” Boaz groaned as the head slipped inside. It hurt, but he didn’t care. He wanted him now.
“It feels like a long time ago,” Alexander said as he carefully sank inside him. Boaz gasped as he felt every inch of his thick cock in his ass.
“Yeah,” Boaz said.
He arched into Alexander as he started to move. He sank his nails into Alexander’s back as he fucked him deeper and harder. “Ahh…shit,” Boaz cried out.
A sudden warmth filled his body, and it was like they were wrapped in a cocoon and there were the only people alive. A sudden knock at the door startled him. Boaz froze and turned to the door.
“What’s going on?” a voice outside asked. “Open the door.”
“It’s locked,” another voice answered.
“Are they having sex in there?” the first voice asked. “We were supposed to use the room.”
“Hey, you can’t use the room. It’s for our honeymoon.”
Vigorous knocking followed.
Fuck.
“Alex, stop. We have to…” Boaz said, but his words dissolved into a moan as Alexander pulled out and flipped him to his stomach. When he slammed back in, Boaz forgot his name. Alexander pushed him into the mattress, his entire weight sinking into him. He didn’t even care that they were people outside trying to get in. That he was screaming, moaning uncontrollably and people could hear him.
“Harder. So close. Don’t stop,” he moaned, meeting Alexander’s every thrust.
But the vampire suddenly pulled out. “No,” Boaz cried in protest.