“No.” Daryl pushed into Jason’s fist, the slide of his dick against Jason’s making his balls draw up tight. He never wanted to move from that spot. “Close,” he murmured, the words slurred around fully extended fangs.
“Me too.” Jason gripped the back of Daryl’s neck and eased him forward so his mouth brushed the base of Jason’s throat.
His hand sped up, urging them both towards orgasm. One, two, three more strokes and Daryl felt Jason’s breath stutter against his neck. The only warning he got was a whispered, “Fuck,” then Jason’s whole body tensed. His cock pulsed, wetness coating Daryl’s belly, and he’d barely registered it before Jason bit down hard. Pain and pleasure hit him full force, shooting through him like a lightning bolt all the way to his toes.
Blunt nails pressed against the back of his neck as Jason gripped him tighter. Daryl opened his mouth wide as he started to come, biting down and completing their bond.
The connection flared between them, bright and all-consuming, joining them together for the rest of their lives.
After a moment to catch his breath, Daryl carefully extracted his fangs, licking over the bite mark with a smug satisfaction so strong that it surprised him.
It took him a good few seconds to realise it wasn’t only coming from him.
Warmth filled him inside, starting from his chest and spilling outward, and he was suddenly aware ofsomethingin the back of his mind. Jason’s soft laughter against his throat was accompanied by a wave of pure joy that brought an immediate smile to Daryl’s lips. He’d never felt anything like it.
Had never felt so complete, so right, in his entire life.
His smile widened, so big his cheeks ached with it, and he lifted his head to meet Jason’s eyes.
Jason laughed again, fingertips tracing the curve of Daryl’s mouth. “If you go around smiling like that all the time, people are going to think I’ve swapped you with someone.”
Daryl shook his head a little, in awe of everything right then. “I never thought . . . I didn’t—”
“I know,” Jason shushed him and kissed him softly. “I didn’t know it’d feel like this either.” His gaze dropped to Daryl’s throat, and that same surge of satisfaction hit Daryl square in the chest.
Through their bond, now settled to a comforting hum at the back of his mind.
He’d thought saying that would feel weird, that experiencing it would feel weirder, but it didn’t.
Nothing about this was anything other than perfect.
And Daryl didn’t give a fuck if anyone thought him smiling was weird. He didn’t see it changing anytime soon.
“No regrets?” Jason asked, a sliver of doubt creeping in, andjust, no.
“None.” Daryl traced a finger over the bite mark he’d left on Jason, hoping that everything he felt
—the joy, the excitement, and anticipation of everything ahead of them—would filter through.
“This . . . us . . . is everything.”
The doubt coming from Jason lessened but didn’t go away entirely. “What changed your mind?”
“Alec gave me a few home truths—and he’s going to be unbearable when we see him next—but he also told me to talk to my mother.”
“And did you?” Jason’s gaze kept flicking between Daryl’s eyes and his bite mark until he gave in and touched it.
Daryl shivered, a fresh spark of desire coursing through him. “Stop that,” the roughness in his voice made Jason smile. “I’m trying to be serious.”
“You started it.”
Neither of them moved their hands.
Daryl hurried to finish what he wanted to say. Talking about his mother while sporting a semi wasn’t something he wanted to happen. “Yeah, I spoke to her. Properly talked things through this time.
Turns out I should’ve done it a long time ago. I thought I knew everything that had happened between her and my father, but of course I didn’t. It was their relationship; they didn’t owe me all the details.
Instead of talking to her about it at the time, I drew my own conclusions and put up walls.”
