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Duke sat up and snagged Noah’s waist. In a flash, Noah found himself pinned beneath Duke’s large body. “That’s not true. I love you.” His gaze moved down Noah’s body and turned heated again. “I love this body. You’re perfect.”
Noah wanted to believe, but the lump in his throat wouldn’t go away. “Then why aren’t you looking at me?”
Duke touched his forehead to Noah’s and stared into his eyes. “It’s not you. I swear. You’ve always been light years out of my league. Now I’m not whole any longer. I’m scared to see the interest leave your eyes. You could do so much better than me. There are hundreds of obviously rich and young men downstairs. One day, you’ll realize you could have any of them. I don’t want you to resent me.”
Noah pushed at Duke’s chest until he rolled over, and Noah straddled his body. Outrage had him ready to punch something. “You’re who I want. I died when I thought you had. Silas has had these parties before since I came to live here, and yes, men have tried to convince me to choose them at every one I’ve attended. I couldn’t because I gave my heart to you. It’s yours whether or not you want it. Whether you’re alive or dead.” Noah’s gaze moved down Duke’s body. His cock ached. He had dreamed and burned for this man. Duke had made him writhe and fly. Above everything, he had respected Noah’s boundaries and rights. Noah was a whole person with Duke. No one else saw him the way Duke did. There was no one who could replace him.
Noah ran his hands down Duke’s torso. A ragged-sounding breath escaped him. His body recalled every time he had Duke between his thighs. A pant burst from Duke. Their gazes met. Duke was every bit as aroused as Noah. Noah saw the desire in Duke, and his sanity returned. The dark thoughts vanished. Duke still wanted him. Nothing had changed.
While holding Duke’s stare, Noah scooted lower. He savored the sensation of skin scraping skin in the most delicious of ways. The memory of their first night together nearly caused Noah to double over in desire. Duke had let Noah use him. He had held completely still while Noah had rocked his cock against Duke’s stomach, using the friction to get off while Duke’s dick barely kissed his asshole. It had been empowering. He had felt so fucking safe and cherished. For the first time in his life, the control had been his. Noah started the same way now. He braced his palms on either side of Duke and pivoted his hips. With his erection trapped between their bodies, a delicious friction had his back arching. Duke’s breathing turned ragged, as if the pleasure was his. Noah kept fucking the space between them, driving himself insane.
Duke’s dick barely touched the tight ring of muscles surrounding Noah’s asshole. Noah whimpered. He was turned on to the point of insanity. Then Duke’s hands landed on his hips. Noah felt the way he fought to ask for more.
“I’d give you anything.”
Duke sucked in a ragged breath at Noah’s confession. “You’re so beautiful.”
Noah moved lower. He pressed back harder against Duke’s erection. “I need you to put it in me, Daddy. I feel empty.”
“You can have anything you want, baby.” He held his cock in place so Noah could lower himself onto it. Noah moved slow. His eyes fell closed as the first inch penetrated him.
“That feels good. I have toys I put in my butt while chanting your name, but it’s not the same. Nothing feels the way you do.”
A low and sexy chuckle rumbled from Duke’s chest. “You make it damn hard to be patient when you talk to me like that, minx.”
The air stuttered from Noah’s lungs as he took all of Duke. He wiggled, finding the perfect angle. A moan tore from him when he found it.
“Fuck, Noah. You’re really killing me here.”
Noah’s eyes opened. He stared down at the man he loved more than air. “No more dying. I need you to live.” He lifted and sat. “I need you to make me come.”
In a flash, Noah was on his back with Duke’s dick pounding inside him. He hit at the perfect angle. All Noah could do was cling to him and moan. Sounds burst from him without his permission. He sucked air while Duke took him to heaven. Noah stayed completely focused on every sensation. He moved closer to the edge by the second. Then Duke grabbed his cock and tugged. Noah saw stars. A cry tore from his throat. His dick twitched and spit in Duke’s grip while his body tried sucking Duke deeper. Noah bit Duke’s chest and sucked hard, trying to smother his screams.
“Goddamn. Yes. That’s it, Noah. Come for me. Let me hear your pleasure. I missed you so fucking much. I could watch you come all day.” A ragged-sounding moan broke through Duke’s rambling. “Damn. You’ll break my dick if you don’t relax. Shit. I’m going to make you drip with cum. You’re marrying me. Don’t fucking forget it. Jesus, Noah.” Duke slammed hard inside Noah, making him see stars, and then he cried out. Duke buried his face against Noah’s chest and chanted Noah’s name as he rode out his orgasm. Noah couldn’t as much as blink. He didn’t want to miss a second. So much had changed in a few short hours. As Duke collapsed, Noah held on for dear life. He would never let go again.
“Maybe Santa is real, after all.”
Duke chuckled. The sound came out breathless and tired. “What?”
Noah smiled at the ceiling as he hugged Duke tighter. He really had his love back, and it was a Christmas miracle. Santa was real, and his name was Silas Dreco.
Chapter Four
Itfeltlikeithad been years since Duke slept. With Noah tucked against his side, Duke swore he had died until he jerked from his sleep with the oddest sensation. A man in teddy bear pajamas was on his knees next to the bed, staring at him.
“Hi.”
Duke blinked at the whispered greeting. “Um, hello.”
The adorable bear smiled. “I’m Benji.”
Duke rubbed his eyes. “Nice to meet you, Benji.” He glanced Noah’s way. Noah was sound asleep. A smile tugged at Duke’s lips. Noah looked adorable and peaceful.
“Silas wants to see you. Tommy is waiting in the hall to show you the way. I’ll stay with Noah so he doesn’t wake up scared.”
While Duke didn’t want to leave Noah, and his heart still feared Noah might disappear, these people had not only taken Noah in, but had also sent for him. He couldn’t repay their kindness by saying no.
“Okay. Just let me get dressed.”
