"I want you," Cecil said.
Before Frederik could gather an answer, Cecil went on as if the matter had already moved past debate, his hands still resting against Frederik's ribs.
"If I were an alpha, you would already be marked," he said. "But I'm not. And unlike them, I cannot take that step without your will in it. I need your intention, Frederik. Your choice."
His gaze did not waver.
"I can corner half the court into silence. I can make nobles regret speaking my name carelessly. But this?" His fingers brushed the skin under him. "This is the one thing I cannot force. You would have to want it too."
Cecil went quiet after that.
