He doesn’t budge, and Daniel surrenders almost instantly, a sob escaping him.

“It isn’t that I don’t want you. I do. Of course I fucking do. I brought you to my house, I didn’t even let you get food or drink before I bred you. I have never lost control like this, Daniel. I just don’t know if it helps to pretend. Our time will be up soon enough.”

He picks up Liam’s hand, nuzzling against it, needing to convince the man. “I won’t ever have more than this. If pretending is enough for me, can’t it be enough for you, too? It’s days, Daddy.” He lets his voice break, lets himself be sad and needing.

“Sweetheart,” Liam says, sounding torn up inside. “You already feel like you’re mine. I’d keep you.” The sharp spike of bitterness in Liam’s scent is reassuring. That can’t be faked. He’s sincere. His hand clenches in Daniel’s hair and it’s rough and perfect.

Daniel whimpers loudly.

“It’s going to break my fucking heart to let you go.” Liam bends down and kisses Daniel’s jaw, his earlobe, trailing kisses all over him. And all Daniel can do is close his eyes, try to open his legs and get more.

Then Liam stops. His smile is sad. “Let me just say this so you know. You’re in a very vulnerable state right now, Daniel. You’ve been mounted for the first time, and the hormones released when you wet make it hard to be objective. You went deep into your submission, and the primal instinct is to latch on and bond to the first Dominant to give you that. But that’s not necessarily how you’d feel in a few weeks. When you get away from your father, when you finally get a life, you can come to me. Do you understand?” Liam smiles, wanting to take the sting out of it, but it’s so goddamned false that Daniel has no choice but to accept that their attraction is mutual. The idea of not being with Daniel in a few days, not keeping him, is going to hurt both of them for a long time.

“I understand,” he says, and doesn’t argue. “I still want it. Pretend like you’ll keep me.”

There’s a low growl and then he’s turned to his back before Liam bites at his shoulder blade, taking flesh into his mouth, closing his teeth enough to leave indentations.

Daniel cries out, going limp with weakness, and Liam does it again to the other shoulder, moving down Daniel’s back, marking him with teeth all over. He bites Daniel’s cheeks, then the tops of his thighs, the smooth skin at his groin. The slick and come make his teeth slip over Daniel’s flesh. A filthy thrill.