[Smut ahead.]
"I thought not."
Arik moved without warning.
One moment Liam was straddling his lap; the next, his back struck the mattress, and Arik was over him, broader shoulders blocking the morning light as one large hand pinned Liam's hip firmly against the sheets.
Liam gasped at the sudden change, fingers twisting into the cool fabric beneath him.
"You bastard," he breathed, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes as the intensity overwhelmed him. "How much bigger did you get?"
Arik kissed the corner of his mouth, but there was nothing gentle in the grip holding him still.
"Only a little," he lied.
Liam glared through the wetness in his eyes. "Liar."
Arik's control was fraying visibly now, his jaw tight and his molten-gold eyes burning as he pressed closer, forcing Liam to feel the full weight and strength the Gate had given him. His fingers dug into Liam's hips, possessive enough to leave marks, while his mouth moved roughly along Liam's throat.
"Arik—"
"I know."
