Another bathroom opposite the one Daniel was using — Draven made use of it to wash himself, then dressed shortly after. Looking toward the corner where Daniel’s bags were packed, he called the guards; they ca in carrying them one by one until nothing was left.
"All that for just a week honeymoon?" Draven exclaid in surprise, counting—about fifteen bags plus little ones with jewelry, which he wondered what God knows what they were for.
"Daniel, are you sleeping in there? It’s been an hour already... or even more." Draven stood there calling, but still no answer; it was as if he were talking to a wall. After forty minutes more, Daniel finally ca out, walking majestically from the bathroom.
Draped in a towel at his slender waist that accentuated his body—and his chest still dripping with water—Draven just kept staring, unable to keep his bulging eyes off him. The aura and nonchalance with which Daniel moved around the room made Draven’s pulse rise.
It was official: this honeymoon journey was lasting till nightti. Still not speaking, Daniel went to the table and chair in the opposite corner and stood before the mirror placed on the table. Picking up a cream, he began to rub it all over his body, starting from his hands in a slow, seductive motion.
"You’re doing all this on purpose, Dan, isn’t it? Xylander’s been waiting all this ti and so is Alexander." Draven finally dropped his frustration. This side of Daniel annoyed him, and the pregnancy only worsened it.
As if slapped, Daniel stopped. As expected, his face turned sour, his eyes twitching with rage ready to unleash inferno from his mouth—before Xylander knocked on the door loudly, stunning them both.
The force of the knock sent their minds into a panic. When the door jolted open, they realized it was Xylander.
"Draven!!! Leave us this mont." The command was terrifying—void of warmth. Draven dropped the words he’d been about to say, turned toward the door, and left them alone.
Daniel didn’t even acknowledge him; he simply returned to the cream, bending his ass while applying lotion to his leg.
"So you’re not going to apologize for making look like a fool and ignoring while I stand here?" Xylander’s voice ca out hard and authoritative, not the usual him. This ti he spoke with his pheromones at work.
A lemony, minty scent enveloped the whole room, dropping Daniel’s expression as he arched an eyebrow—the power of those pheromones was strong, and he couldn’t resist this ti. As special as he was, that scent wrapped around him, forcing his eyes to lock on Xylander.
"Was it Draven? Because I let that little boy stay here just to make you happy, assuming he marked you and was the father of your baby—and now this is how you treat ." Xylander threw the accusation like a spear, his hazel eyes turning fierce as fla.
Daniel’s throat itched to answer, but he kept silent—cool and collected. His silence did wonders, because as he turned back to his skincare, the enraged Xylander dragged him toward himself; Daniel fell into his arms and embrace. Xylander then kicked the table, sending the delicate glass cream and mirror tumbling to the floor where they shattered.
"You don’t pay attention to your cream when I’m talking? Don’t make cancel this honeymoon." Xylander’s anger flared as he gripped both of Daniel’s hands, trapping him with Daniel’s back pressed to Xylander’s chest—an effective prison.
"Still not talking, little bunny? Or should I try a different thod?" Xylander smirked, sliding his hands toward Daniel’s thighs, caressing his smooth legs until he reached the edge of the towel.
Daniel’s breath hitched as Xylander wrapped one hand around his neck.
"Don’t want to be hard on you, but I could be harsh if that’s the thod you like." Xylander’s husky voice rolled through Daniel like a reminder, filling his hairs with a strange music.
"No man here is getting more treatnt than —your husband. Whether Draven marked you or not, I don’t give a fuck. All I want is your whole heart, to be mine." Xylander insisted, placing his mouth on Daniel’s neck, sucking at his temples while using the other hand to shift Daniel’s hair aside.
"Days are going by, but I still have ti to claim you fully—on the bed. Both your body and heart, all of them are mine completely. Any other man can share you only after ." Xylander declared, then let Daniel’s hands go as he bent down, picked up one of the oil bottles that had fallen, and slowly poured so onto his hands with a grin.
"What do you say? Or are you still ignoring , Daniel? Should we get into bed before I hear you moan?" At that, Daniel let out a cough that choked him for a second from the sudden saliva.
Gosh, what’s with the n and naughty words—was Alex teaching him or Draven? These days he’d been hearing explicit things that could wreck his ears.
"Okay, I heard you loud and clear, Xylander. Stop with the torture already." Daniel muttered as Xylander continued rubbing oil on his legs, moving upward in an attempt to slide beneath the towel. He was seconds away from pulling the towel off, if it weren’t clinging on thanks to Daniel’s bulge.
"I can’t stop, Dan. I just can’t—you’re precious to . If I don’t pamper you, who will?"
"I love a polyamorous relationship, so I won’t complain if you get close to Alex or Draven—it makes happy seeing you excited with them. But what makes sad is when you ignore . Don’t do that again, my sweet hubby." Xylander smiled and stood up, dragging Daniel into a deep, smooth hug that mixed both their exotic scents.
Daniel clutched into the embrace, still longing for more, his body getting excited—but he didn’t want to do it here. Maybe wait for the venue.
The thought alone made him wet at his legs. At this point, if he were called a whore, he wouldn’t be surprised—what did it an that he was fantasizing about sex back to back?
"Please, don’t embarrass yet. Just wait till the appointnt ti." At this point, Daniel felt the sign coming again and it scared him—he didn’t want to drag soone into a road-kiss scenario, so he decided to try and steady himself.
"Can we go now? I’ll dress in not less than ten minutes and be out." Daniel dropped the information to make Xylander give him so space—and it worked.
Xylander doubted Daniel’s ten minutes; he didn’t believe it—but it was better to go now before he dragged him to the bed.
"You can go dress, but if it passes ten minutes I’ll co and fuck you—this ti as punishnt for breaking your promise." Xylander winked, leaving the young man in surprise.
At this point Daniel’s knees went weak. Arghhh—Xylander Wolfe... let him breathe for a second.
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