Ghian
His heart leapt and his c**k wasn’t far behind. “Ah... sorry, I just...”
“You want that?” Aalyan asked, looking up at him hopefully.
Want that? Ghian almost laughed. One could say he wanted it, in the sense that he’d have considered giving up a limb to have it. He nodded, much more attractive than offering to m**m himself, he was sure.
“You can’t—” Aalyan cut himself off suddenly. Because he didn’t want to give Ghian an order?
“Anything you need,” he said softly. They were out in the open, but he felt trapped in his mate’s fear, heavy and sticky in his scent, even more overwhelming through the bond—a pain he could not alter with his own willpower or thought. He could just bear it for Aalyan’s sake and offer his words and his actions as proof that he could be trusted. And hope th
