“Stop, oh, stop,” he murmurs, trying it out. He’s weak with pleasure, the echo of his words reverberating through him.

Liam grabs his wrists, pressing them down into the bed, and his Daddy’s cock fills him up, leaving him breathless as his balls squash hard into Daniel’s buttocks.

“Good boy. It’s in. Now the knot, sweetheart. Can you take it?”

Daniel almost says yes. He wants to say no. “Please,” he settles on.

“Good boy. Don’t fight, sweetheart. You’re going to get it now, baby.”

It’s perfect. His submission rises to meet him, keeping him weak and receptive as his Daddy claims him.

He’s home. Daniel drifts away, knowing his Daddy will keep him safe.

EPILOGUE

It’d been a busy day. Daniel had spent the day with his twin and while it was getting easier to be together and put the past behind them, it wasn’t perfect.

They always have to talk about the past. How they were raised, what life was like for each of them when they were apart, and struggling to survive the changes made to them.

How difficult it was to be apart. How Logan wishes things had been different.

But they weren’t.

And so there’d been tears, and then Liam had told him it was time to leave and Logan had been sad and it was all just… a lot.

But it’s getting better.

The moment he’d gotten in the car to go home, he’d slumped in the seat, so dang tired he’d let his Daddy put the seat belt on him. He’d turned his head towards the window and felt the pull of sleep even before they’d started driving.

It’s the door shutting that wakes him up. The engine is off. Maybe they need gas? He’s tired enough that he doesn’t even open his eyes. His Daddy will tell him when it’s time.

His door opens and he jerks.

His Daddy leans in, expression serious as he unclips Daniel’s seat belt.

“Where are we?” Daniel mumbles, looking around. It’s the end of a road and he can hear the freeway, see where the lights of all the cars are.

“Out.”

“I’m tired,” he says, because it’s true. But he’s rapidly waking up, and his cock is filling with arousal because his Daddy is hard in his pants and that can only mean one thing.

“Not too tired. Come on, princess.”

He’s pulled out of the car, the back door gets opened, and Daniel is guided across the back seat.

“Oh god, Daddy,” he whispers, because it’s all happening so quickly. He can hear his Daddy’s pants being opened and shoved down, and then there’s a knee between his and hands are on his ass, squeezing the flesh.