Percy's breathing grows more shallow as Essek's foot slides higher. His head is emptying of every other thought. Essek is everything. And now that Percy's on his knees, his mate fills his vision and all he can smell is his arousal. His mouth waters and he swallows thickly. That smirk will haunt his dreams.

Maybe it's too bold, but he moves closer. That forces Essek's boot higher, but Percy doesn't look away from the wizard's face. His impressive, perfect mate.

"Unlike most alphas, my thoughts are only of you," he murmurs, voice heavier. His hand brushes over Essek's ankle and he feels the deep urge to kiss his way up his husband's soft leather boot. "What must I do?"