Rejected Luna
The audience applauded, but neither of them looked at the singer.
“I’ll be there if you need me,” Westcliff said at last, stroking his palm against Jules’s cheek. “Just ask, Julian.”
“Okay,” Jules mumbled, his eyes slipping shut as he nuzzled into the duke’s hand. It felt so good. He had a feeling he would be purring if he were a cat. He kissed Westcliff’s palm chastely.
“Fuck,” Westcliff said, his voice tight and low, the air thickening with his alpha pheromones. “I can’t wait for you to live in my house. I’m going to take such good care of you, I promise.”
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