The mafia King's Pet [M×M]
"In approximately six hours, you will officially be my husband. King Milo. My mate, my omega, my everything, with the paperwork to prove it."
I laughed, turning to press a kiss to his palm. "When you put it that way, it sounds very romantic."
"I can do better," Damon promised, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. "Wait until you hear my vows. I have been working on them for months."
"No fair," I protested. "I only finished mine last week."
"Quality over quantity," Damon said diplomatically, though his eyes sparkled with amusement.
A sharp knock interrupted whatever I might have said next.