Damian laughed again under his mate's command, the only one who could ever dare give it. With a flick of his hand, the study door locked, the wards pulsing faintly as they synchronized to seal the room. His golden eyes glinted with mischief. "Let's see how ready you are for a third pregnancy."
The words had barely left him before Gabriel pulled him back down by the tie, their mouths crashing together. This time the kiss wasn't neat or measured but consuming, a clash of teeth and breath that tasted of challenge and surrender all at once. Gabriel's cologne, with sharp green notes and smoke, mingled with the warmer undercurrent of his natural scent, his pheromones rising unrestrained. It hit Damian like a strike of lightning.
