Page 69 of Dark Bonds

“What do you need, Leo?” I give a little thrust, his dick bouncing in my hand. “Tell me. Be specific.”

“You. I need you to fuck me, to move inside me. I need… I need to come. Please, Matteo.”

I lean over him, my lips brushing his ear. “And Frankie? Do you want her here with us too?”

“God, yes,” Leo murmurs, a hint of a smile in his voice. “You, me, Frankie—it just feels right, you know?”

His words send a jolt through me, and I can feel my control slipping. “Then come for me, Leo,” I growl, releasing my grip on his cock and slamming into him hard and deep.

Leo cries out, his release spilling between us as his body clenches around me. The sight of him coming undone, combined with the delicious pressure around my cock, sends me over theedge. I come with a shout, pouring myself into him as waves of pleasure crash over me.

We lie together for a moment, panting and trembling in the aftermath. Leo’s fingers trace lazy patterns on my back as I slowly come back to myself.

“Holy shit,” he says beneath me, his voice filled with awe. “Fuck, I want to do that again.”

I chuckle breathlessly, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. “I aim to please and exceed expectations.”

We clean up and settle into bed, neither of us quite ready to face the day yet. Leo curls into my side, resting his head on my chest.

“Leo,” I whisper softly, my voice trembling with emotion. “You mean everything to me. You know that, don’t you?”

He meets my gaze with unbroken love and unwavering trust. “And you mean everything to me, Matteo. You and Frankie both.”

Leo’s words hang in the air, heavy with meaning. I feel a tightness in my chest, a mixture of love and fear that threatens to overwhelm me. I’ve always prided myself on my ability to predict outcomes, but this… this is uncharted territory.

“Do you think she feels the same way?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. “About us, I mean.”

Leo’s hand finds mine, intertwining our fingers. “I think she does,” he says softly. “The way she looks at us and gravitates toward us, it’s like she’s drawn to us just as we’re drawn to her.”

I lean down, pressing my forehead against his. “We’ll take it slow and follow her lead,” I promise. “I don’t want to pressure her or mess this up.”

“Of course,” Leo agrees, his usual playful smile returning. “We have all the time in the world, and hey, if anyone can figure out how to make this work, it’s you, Mr. Mastermind.”

“We should probably get ready for class,” I say reluctantly, always the responsible one.

Leo groans dramatically, burying his face in my shoulder. “Five more minutes? I promise to make it worth your while,” he adds with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.

I chuckle, running my fingers through his hair. “Fine, five more minutes, but then we really need to get up. I don’t think Professor Blackwood would appreciate us showing up late, no matter how good our excuse is.”

“Spoilsport,” Leo mumbles, but there’s no heat in his words. He snuggles closer, his hand clenching my hip.

“Leo,” I warn, my eyes closed.

“Five more minutes, Matteo.” He nips my skin as his hand closes over me.

I’m going towantmore than five…

Chapter 22

Frankie

Early morning classesare the worst.

I’ve never been much of a morning person, not since Valerie. She had this belief that all hergirlsshould wake with the dawn and rest at dusk. It always felt wrong, going against everything that I am and everything I wanted to be.

Hell, now that I know who and what I am, rising with the dawn feels even more unnatural. I feel like I should wake with the dusk and rest with the dawn like a vampire.

Old habits die hard, I guess. Even now, years later, I find myself stirring as the first rays of sunlight peek through the dingy dorm room curtains. I groan and roll over, burying my face in the pillow.

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