Chapter 2

“Brat.” Shea chuckled, shifting Danny on his thigh and picking up his abandoned spoon. He fed Danny a few bites of his breakfast. “I mean it, little mouse. I know it’s stressful, between the move and all the new security measures. You had the album to distract you before. Say the word and I’ll stick around to keep your mind off things.”

Licking his lips, Danny shook his head. “I appreciate that, sir, but I’ll be all right, I promise. There’s plenty for me to do at the club. I need to learn how to do all the different jobs so I can be more useful. Maybe if I can master mixing drinks, I won’t have to serve tables.” He shuddered at the idea of trying to master dodging big handsy Doms and avoiding the nasty sub clique with a few members who seemed to be vying for Kelly’s old spot. Only...they were sneakier about it.

If he hadn’t learned his lesson the first time, he might’ve thought they were good guys. He’d gotten better at paying attention to the little things. The way they smiled to Reed’s face, then whispered about him the second he was out of earshot. The way Avery kept a wary eye on them when they were anywhere near Keiran. How Pike’s eyes narrowed whenever they tried to be ‘friendly’ with him, responding in a sugary sweet tone with comments that verged on threats that got him a warning look from Curtis.

Making a thoughtful sound, Shea fed Danny the last bite of yogurt—he’d been so lost in his thoughts, he couldn’t remember eating the rest. And his Dom had noticed. “I’ll talk to Lawson and make sure he doesn't have you working the floor.”

Bottom lip between his teeth, Danny furrowed his brow and stopped himself from telling his Dom ‘No’ again. The last thing he wanted was for Lawson to think he needed special treatment, but he couldn’t tell Shea that, he’d point out every instance where other core subs got it.

I’m not a core sub.

Shea wouldn’t agree. And even if he did, he wouldn’t care. His Dom had a habit of going against any kind of hierarchy in The Asylum, to the point that he’d ended up on the wrong side of the core Doms too often to count. Not as much as he used to, according to Jacks, but the only way to keep the peace was to avoid him getting in that position again.

Instead of starting a debate he knew he’d lose, Danny straddled Shea’s lap fully, brushing soft kisses down his Dom’s throat. The hum of approval urged him on, even though a glance up got him a look that said Shea knew he was trying to distract him.

Slipping his hands under Shea’s shirt, Danny trailed his fingertips over the sculpted muscles of his chest and abs, moving down to tug at his belt. He undid Shea’s jeans, biting back a smile when he took his Dom’s hard length in his hand.

It wasn’t often he initiated anything like this with either of his Doms, but when he did, he loved knowing he could get them as worked up as they did him.

Groaning, Shea curved his hand around the back of Danny’s neck, drawing him in for a long, deep kiss. He tasted like coffee and sugar, with a hint of mint, the heat of his mouth, the dip of his tongue adding a depth to the rich sweetness. Even after all this time, kissing this man was like the most addictive drug and Danny couldn’t get enough of it.

He stroked Shea slowly, enjoying the smoothness of his skin, the slick bead of precum gathering at the tip of his Dom’s dick making his mouth water. Running his thumb over it, he broke the kiss to lift his hand, flicking his tongue out to lick the saltiness from his skin.

Shea huffed out a laugh before claiming his lips again, then groaning against them. “You’re going to make me late, my boy.” He gave Danny a hooded look, sliding him off his lap, onto his knees. “And I don’t give a fuck.”

Eyes closed, Danny relaxed as Shea’s hand cupped the back of his head, guiding him down to take his length in deep. With his hands clasped at the base of his spine, all he had to do was let his Dom take what he wanted from him. Give pleasure, surrender control, and not think about anything else.

An insisted buzzing changed Shea’s groaning from pleasure to irritation. He drew back, tucking himself in his jeans as he stood, then went over to grab his phone off the counter.

“Hey…” Shea shot Danny an apologetic look before he began pacing the length of the kitchen. “Excuse me, what? That stupid fuck, I someone else doesn’t get to him first I’m going to— Yeah, I’m on my way, I’m just gonna drop Danny off at the club first. No, it’s all good. I’ll meet you there.”