Page 30 of House of Kallan
“He didn’t tell?—”
“He sure as fuck did; you just chose not to accept it.” Hadrian reached for me, gripping my neck and bringing his face to mine.“Do notmake him upset with your selfish impatience, Tobiael. He doesn’t deserve to feel like there’s something wrong with him because he doesn’t attach to someone the same way you do. He’s had enough assholes in his life, Toby. You know that.”
Tears stung my eyes. I would never intentionally make Aden feel bad. Hadrian was right. I knew exactly what Aden had been through growing up. Right up until the moment he was brought into The Harem Project.
My chest tightened so much I couldn’t catch my breath. I was just hurting him, wasn’t I?
“Apologize,” Hadrian said. “And then leave him alone about Tatum. Am I clear?”
I nodded. “Yes,” I whispered.
He let me go and I hurried out of the room as if I were a kid just being scolded. Except the age thing, that’s exactly what I was. But I deserved it.
Stepping back into the kitchen, I waited sheepishly by the door until he looked up. “Can I come in?”
Aden gave me an amused look. “Yeah. I never said you couldn’t be in here.”
“Maybe you should have,” I said as I crossed to him. Making sure I was out of his way, I dropped to my knees on the floor before him and bowed my head. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”
His hand brushed my hair as he walked by, but he didn’t say anything. I deserved for him not to forgive me. but I really wanted him to. I didn’t move. Just waited there. I wasn’t going to get up until he forgave me.
Eventually, he stopped in front of me and gripped my hair to pull my attention up. He’d taken off his apron and stood before me in nothing but his cute briefs.
“I’m sorry,” I repeated. “I love you so much. It’s no excuse, but I was just being impatient. I’d never change anything about you, Aden.”
Aden sighed. “I know, Toby.”
“Forgive me?”
He huffed a little, still smiling down at me with a soft curve of his lips. “I was never mad at you, but if you need me to forgive you, then yes. I do.”
Sighing, I leaned forward and pressed my face into his crotch. Why? Because it was right there, face height. Aden chuckled but didn’t pull away. After a minute, I wrapped my arms around his legs to hold him close.
“I really am sorry,” I said, my lips brushing his dick.
“I know you are.”
“I love you just as you are. I actually really like that you need to feel an emotional connection with someone to be attracted to them. It feels better that way to me, and I used to have sex with anyone.” He laughed and I winced again. “That sounded really bad, didn’t it?”
“Definitely just branded yourself a slut, angel boy, but I know what you meant. I’m glad you see it as something other than inconvenient and… different from everyone else.”
“I don’t care about how everyone else feels.” I looked up at him. “Just you. Just us.”
His finger brushed my cheek bone. “Thanks, Toby.”
“Think you can spare ten minutes without dinner being ruined?” I asked.
His eyebrows knitted together. He looked over his shoulder at the clock and then nodded. “Yeah. Why?”
“I want to have make up dick sucking,” I said. His cock immediately enjoyed the suggestion.
“That’s really not necessary. I promise, I wasn’t upset,” he said.
“Yeah. I believe you. But I kinda really want you in my mouth.” I licked my lips and looked at the growing chub in his underwear. I flicked my eyes up to his. “Can I?”
Aden was chewing on his lip. He nodded. “Seriously, ten minutes. I don’t want to burn dinner and have to call for delivery instead.”
“Sure. I can make you come in eight.”
