“Can you keep that on?” pleaded Dean, feeling his eyes bug out of his head. The thought of railing his mate whilst he was wearing that was making him drool.
Silas chuckled, “Like full leather, do you?”
Dean nodded enthusiastically.
“I need to shower, I’m covered in dust. How about you take a picture, it will last longer?”
Dean hurriedly picked up his phone. “Can you put the mask back on?”
Laughing amusedly, Silas obliged. Dean took several photos as Silas struck different poses. One was definitely going to be his new home screen. Or maybe not. He’d end up staring at his phone for hours and getting horny every time he got it out. It seemed like a great idea in Dean’s current frame of mind, but some lingering sensible part of himself was telling him it would not be very practical.
“Can I get in the shower now, and then on your cock?” asked Silas teasingly.
Dean grinned and nodded. “Are you okay?” he asked, just as Silas turned to head for the shower.
Silas looked back over his shoulder and smiled. Dean could see he understood what he had really meant. Was he upset about going into an unexpected heat because his cycle was off from being thrown? Dean had asked Malachi about the herb he had been taking, but the healer advised that it could just confuse Silas’s body even more. He had assured Dean that Silas’s cycle would soon settle back to its normal rhythm.
“I’m fine. I expected it was coming and that was what all this was about,” said Silas, gesturing at the nest.
Dean hid his wince. It didn’t seem like Silas had made any further connections. He grinned innocently at his mate. Silas returned it and strode off to the bathroom. Seemingly none the wiser. Dean squashed down his guilt, it was for the best. Silas didn’t need to know. It would only upset him.
As soon as Silas was gone, Dean scurried over to the cabinet and grabbed the lube and a coil of red silk rope and a few other toys. Thoroughly distracting Silas from the nest as soon as possible sounded like a great idea, one with numerous additional benefits. Dean jumped back into the nest, placing the items within easy reach. He was already naked, so there was nothing left to do but wait. Dean couldn’t stop grinning in anticipation.
Silas came out of the bathroom naked, much to Dean’s utter delight. His eyes were getting a feast tonight. First that amazing outfit and now Silas completely nude. Most shifters didn’t think of nudity as anything remotely sexual, and Dean had never felt that way until he had met Silas. His mate’s body was just far too stunning to ignore, he would never tire of looking at it. He would never get enough of seeing it in its full, unhindered glory.
Silas caught him ogling, and the omega smirked, his dark eyes sparkling. He looked at the rope and the toys by the bed and raised an eyebrow.
“I’m the boss tonight,” said Silas.
“Yes, boss,” agreed Dean eagerly.
Any and every way Silas wanted him was fantastic by Dean. Silas picked up the rope and gave Dean a wicked grin. His dark eyes full of promise. Dean groaned as all the blood in his body rushed to his cock, leaving him dizzy.
“Give me your hands,” ordered Silas.
Dean obediently held out his arms, wrists together. Silas deftly wrapped his wrists in the silk rope, effortlessly creating a series of beautiful knots.
“Test it.” said Silas.
Dean did as he was bid. The rope held. He wasn’t going anywhere. His cock twitched.
“Raise them above your head,” Silas commanded.
Dean held his mate’s dark gaze as he slowly lifted his arms above his head. Silas’s dark eyes gleamed in appreciation.
“Good boy,” breathed the omega happily.
Dean groaned helplessly, he could already tell he was in for another mind-blowing night. He had never been happier.
Chapter eleven
Thenextmorning,Deanbit into the hot buttery toast and moaned. It was delicious.
Silas looked up at him from across the table, “Don’t make noises like that, or we will end up going back to bed and starting our day later than it already is.”
“I’m supposed to object to this plan?” Dean chuckled.
Silas smirked at him, his dark eyes flashing with a naughty look. Last night, as soon as his heat had broken, Silas had phoned Baltazar and found the fight was over and they had won. Grinning delightedly, Silas had climbed back into the nest for several more hours of fun.
