“Now. Draven. I need you now.”
Pulling my fingers from him, I slick myself up, and press… into… him. An inferno isnae this hot. The inside o’ a volcano couldn’t compare. I’m shaking again, still. I dinnae ken. All I ken is him and how he feels wrapped around me. He fits me like a glove.
I’m nearly seated inside him fully when his legs clamp down on me. His mouth falls open in a silent scream as his back arches until his head is all that’s touching the bed. His assflutters around me once, twice, and he’s coming. It shoots out of his dick, painting his chin and face, then his neck and chest.
I pause, completely in awe o’ his rapturous face. Pride and love fill my chest at the sight. He’s so fucking beautiful. So strong and brave. And I’m in awe.
“Fuck me, Draven. Fill me up. Breed me!” he calls out to me.
My hips move o’ their own accord, thrusting into him over and over as I watch his dick stiffen as I peg his prostate. He’s screaming, tears running down his face. His strawberry lips, puffy from our kisses and his teeth biting at them.
Leaning over him, his legs on my shoulders, I take his mouth with mine. My tongue moves in and out o’ his mouth as my cock moves in and out o’ his ass. I can feel his insides starting to spasm again, and the burning in my belly, and the tingling in my spine, tell me I willnae be able to hold off much longer.
His eyes meet mine. They’re shining like wet diamonds, and my heart jerks in my chest and my cock jerks in his ass. It feels like our souls merge as I bury myself to the hilt, growling in his ear, “I love ye, Tavish. I love the man, and the boy, and the sub. I love all o’ ye.”
He gasps, sobbing as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me down to him. I collapse on top o’ him, trying and failing to keep most o’ my weight off him. I pant through my cock, continuing to jump and shoot.
I roll us over, holding him against my chest until we both catch our breath. He scoots up my chest, curling himself up next to me, placing his head on my shoulder. I should go get something to clean us up, but I cannae bring myself to leave him. I cannae bring myself to disrupt this beautiful, tranquil moment.
Famous last words.
A crackle sounds next to us and I turn, looking at the offensive object. It’s the little box Jane pressed into my handsbefore she left for the night. Way past when she should’ve gone home to her family.
A moment later, a bairn’s cries pierce the air.
“At least he waited until we both got off,” Tavish says, rolling away from me.
He gets up and walks bowlegged to the bathroom, returning with a washcloth and my sweatpants.
Hours later, the phone rings next to the bed, and I roll over to grab the fucking thing off the nightstand. Seeing the name on the screen, I sigh.I need more sleep for this call.
I silence the phone, but the screen lights up immediately.
Do not make me come there.
Sighing, I weigh my options and decide to get this out o’ the way now. The bairn had kept us awake for hours after we returned to the castle. I finally sent Tavish to bed and walked the halls of the house with the wee one. Tavish grumbles and pulls the blankets up over his head. I lean over the boy, kissing the back of his head.
Standing up, I head to the bathroom, typing out a response as I go.
Give me a bit and I’ll call you.
I walk downstairs and into the kitchen for coffee. After fucking with the machine, I finally have it brewing. I lean against the counter, crossing my arms across my chest. I let my eyes slide closed. My thoughts drift to the bairn and Tavish, and then to the phone call that pulled me from my bed.
The machine screeches as it sputters the last few drops into the carafe. I get everything set up and carry it into the study, setting it down in front o’ my armchair on the table between the sofas.
The phone buzzes and the screen lights up again.
I’m waiting.
“Och, aye, ye are, and ye can keep waiting for a few minutes more.”
Once the steaming cup of caffeine is in my hands, I breathe a sigh of relief. Like any Scot, I like my tea, but first thing in the morning, a cup o’ coffee is just what I need. And after the night I had last night with Dillon, who thank God let Tavish and I reconnect, I think I need to hire someone to keep the pot full around the clock.
I pick up the phone, lean back in my chair with my coffee in hand, and open the contact to place the call. The coffee dances over my tongue as I take a sip while the phone rings.
“It’s about time you called her.”
“I’ve been a wee bit busy, Damon.”
