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Octavius’s cool damp fingers pinched Saint’s chin, lifted his head, and then his hot, wet mouth claimed Saint’s, and his tongue swept in. Fangs nicked, but it didn’t matter, Octavius was kissing him, not killing him. And the kiss was as bright and devastating as any Saint had experienced.
When he straightened, Saint was left on his knees, lost in his startling blue eyes. “I’m not going to lie, I’m a little confused and a lot aroused. I see you’re mad, but also, that kiss was—”
“Yes, I’m mad. You kicked me out after we fucked, and then told me you used me becauseI was there.Is that true?”
“No. What? Wait. What I did, I’m truly sorry. I hurt you—”
“Hold on, what are you apologizing for exactly?”
He was going to make him say it? “For raping you.”
Octavius’s mouth fell open. “You didn’t—that’s not what happened. If I hadn’t wanted… that, I’d have fought you off.” Color touched his face and chest, a beautiful flush that clashed delightfully with his silvery white hair and blue eyes. “You asked me, and I said yes.”
“I did?Yousaid yes?”
“You don’t remember?”
“No, perhaps…” There had been a thought inside his head, a kind of freeing moment, when he’d first had Octavius in his grasp.
“I answered in your mind.”
“I thought I’d dreamed it.”
Octavius’s lips twitched with humor. He planted a hand on his hip, stepped back, and admired Saint from head to toe with a not unwarranted smirk. “The mighty Saint, on his knees, begging for forgiveness. I like you there.”
Hm. He considered standing again, now Octavius clearly wasn’t enraged, but he still wasn’t sure he’d earned it. “So why were you so angry?”
“I haven’t experienced anything like that in forever. I wanted it, and you. I thought… I thought it meant something, but right after, with cum running down my thighs, you told me to leave.”
He’d been so distraught after realizing what he’d done, he hadn’t even considered that Octavius hadwantedto be taken like that. “I’m an idiot.”
“Yes, you are.” Octavius chuckled. “And you need to have more faith in me. If I don’t want something, I will make sure you know itby getting inside your head.”
Saint winced at the penetrating thoughts.
“But you were also recovering from Mikalis’s bite, so just this once, you’re forgiven for acting like an idiot. Now get in the shower. You need it.” He sat on the end of the bed, all smug and virtually naked, then leaned back and braced his arms on either side of him, as though reminding Saint of the bounty he may or may not be allowed to touch.
Climbing to his feet, he took a shaky breath, feeling more wrecked now than when he’d been suffering from venom, but relieved too. Octavius wanted him. That was its own revelation. Did he want more than sex, did he want to be a part of Saint’s life? Was that even possible? His heart flip-flopped, but he guarded it against disappointment. Love hadn’t worked out so well in the past, and they didn’t have much of a future. But still, Octavius wanted him.
He stripped, stepped into the shower, and turned the hot water on full. It was just a shame he’d had to wait until the end of days for Octavius to find his way into his life. Did he love a man he’d only met a few weeks ago without the aid of venom? Had it been weeks? How long had he been unconscious, fighting Mikalis’s venom? Did two nyktelios even deserve such a thing as love?
The shower door opened, and Octavius stood there, naked, eyes ablaze with hunger. Before Saint could ask him to join him, he’d stepped into the small enclosed space, closed the door, and stood chest to chest under the pounding jets of water. He studied Saint’s face, then reached up a wet hand and traced the lines of his jaw, then skipped his fingers down Saint’s neck.
Saint snatched his hand, stopping its roaming. Octavius’s eyes widened, then narrowed with sly delight. This was… good. Close and warm and intense.
“Shall we do this a little more gently this time?” Saint asked.
“Define gentle.” Octavius dropped his free hand and clutched Saint’s filling dick, then shoved him backwards against the cool tiles. His slick body pushed, chest on Saint’s, and his thigh pinned Saint’s. Octavius’s mouth teased Saint’s neck. He was anything but vulnerable. He had control, and he’d had it before too, despite what Saint’s simple nyktelios brain had been telling him.
Saint freed his wrist, and Octavius became a writhing, hot, wet pillar of male suddenly everywhere—his mouth scorching Saint’s shoulder, teeth grazing his skin, hands sliding down Saint’s back, then cupping his ass. Every touch set his skin ablaze, igniting a softer yet potent desire. This wasn’t a mindless, chaotic need to fuck. This was relishing in having Octavius in his hands, against his skin, between his teeth.
Hm, between his teeth… Saint slid down the tiles, bracketing Octavius’s wet body, and went to his knees. Water cascaded down Octavius and ran in rivulets over lean muscle, into theVof his hips, and the proud, glistening erection was now level with Saint’s mouth. This was what he wanted. He was hard for Saint. But what if he’d preferred the rough nyktelios handling, the claws, and the exaggerated size of other parts?
“Now who is overthinking?” Octavius tipped Saint’s chin up.
“Do you want me as nyktelios?”
“Then, I did. But right now, I wantyoulike this. I can’t take another pounding.”
