Chapter 52

Aden clamped his arm around Darren’s waist before he could escape again. Darren protested the direct contact against his injuries, but this time, Aden didn’t care. He needed this as much as he needed to breathe. His assault on Darren’s mouth was unrelenting, voracious, though he kept the swipes of his tongue as slow as they had ever been. He didn’t necessarily want to speed this up, but damned if he was going to lose Darren’s heat now that he had it.

Aden rolled Darren to his back, trapping him against the bed. Though Darren wasn’t free to explore with his mouth, his hands never stopped moving. Up and down Aden’s back, along his ass, and over his chest again. Their mouths finally broke apart as they both gasped for breath, and the color was high in Darren’s cheeks.

“So…what, exactly, does it mean? Being a mate?”