I snuggled as close as possible, closing my eyes. He dragged his forehead over my hair again, and I laughed.
“Why do you keep doing that?” Not that I had any reason to complain. I rubbed my face on him all the time.
“Do you dislike it?” An oddly vulnerable tone had entered his voice.
I leaned my chin on his chest. “No. I like it.” I was rewarded with a wide smile, which I loved. Swallowing, I pressed a quick kiss to his lips before lying back down.
“Drakcol have scent glands on our forehead, sides of our necks, and our sides. It’s a way of marking you with my scent.”
Like a cat? I’d never had a cat, let alone knew much about them, but it seemed like a possessive move.
“Does it bother you now?”
“No.” I didn’t care if he felt possessive of me. I felt possessive of him. I fisted his shirt. While I was here, Don was mine, and I refused to let him go or share him. Anyone else who wanted him was fuck out of luck. I would literally beat them with a stick if they tried to take him.
“Thank you.”
I didn’t know what he was thanking me for, because what I was thinking was more than a little unhealthy, but I said, “Thank you for taking me on a date.”
“Date?”
“Um,” I said, falling asleep. “It’s a human courting term.”
“Are we courting?”
“I guess. No. Sort of.” I shrugged. I didn’t know, and I was too tired to figure it out.
Chapter 21
Music.
My arms tightened around a soft frame, and I groaned, nuzzling Vince’s silky black hair as I basked in his subtle floral perfume mixed with my own. He didn’t react, his body pliant against mine. His thoughts were a low hum, not dreaming. The trust Vince was showing me after everything that had been done to him was utterly amazing. I was humbled by it.
I simply watched him, waiting for him to wake up. I shouldn’t have taken a nap with Vince, as I had responsibilities that needed to be seen to, and yet, the greatest pull on my instincts and soul was this man in my arms. There was no higher duty than caring for and protecting Vince.
His eyes fluttered open, and he blinked before grinning and tucking against me. “Donny.”
“Did you sleep well, Little Warrior?”
“Yeah,” he groaned, arms pulling me until we were flush. “So good.”
“I’m glad.” I nuzzled his forehead, and Vince silently asked me to kiss it, so I did, pressing my lips against his smooth skin. I traced kisses over his forehead, brushing his back over and over again.
Vince groaned and lifted his face to claim my lips. I sank into him, reveling in the silk of his tongue against mine. He cupped my cheeks, forcing me onto my back and fucking my mouth with his tongue. I surrendered to him and swallowed the desperate noises that attempted to escape at the feel of him. I didn’t want him to be put off by whatever groans I made.
He pulled back, panting, and I struggled to not chase him. I needed his lips on mine once more.
Vince stroked my cheek. “I like waking up to you beside me.”
“You can have this every day if you wish.”
“Can I?” He smirked, fingers pinching my chin. “I don’t know, you might be giving me too much.”
“Not at all. You can have whatever you want.”
He smirked, and my tail wiggled and my gut curled, low and warm. Vince lifted my chin. “That’s dangerous to say, Don. I might decide to take everything.”
“You can have it all.”
