Victor had thought he'd satisfied his craving once, but the scent of imperial iris proved him wrong. It wasn't a whisper anymore, saturating the air and winding through every breath until his composure snapped like glass in the heat.
He pressed Elias deeper into the cushions, mouth hungry at his throat, pulling at every sound his mate couldn't hold back. "You're mine," he growled against his skin, the words more like a vow than a claim, roughened by the way Elias's scent burned through him. "And you're not done. Not nearly done."
Elias shivered beneath him, his own body arching up, hips grinding forward with raw impatience. His breath broke on a curse, low and desperate, his fingers dragging at Victor's hair as though he could anchor himself there. "Then take me again," he rasped, no hesitation this time. His scent spilled sharper with the words, heat rolling through the room.
