He’d have to deal with that later. Sweet boys shouldn’t say such things, and he’d have no more of it after tonight.
Not after he claimed him.
Soren whined when Arlo removed his fingers and gripped his hips, lifting him as Taggart slid him forward. Together, they seated him on Arlo’s cock, Soren’s fingernails scrabbling for purchase on Arlo’s shoulders as he cried out, his body struggling at first to accommodate him.
He was so light; it was easy for Arlo to hold him up by his thighs to keep him from taking too much too fast while Taggart stroked his back and ran fingers over Soren’s neck until he shivered, melting as he plastered himself to Arlo’s chest. Now heopened easier, bottoming out to sit on Arlo’s thighs as he gently rocked that slight form against him.
“Daddy?” Soren whispered, more question than plea.
Arlo understood why the moment Soren cracked his eyes open to look up at him, a hint of caution having damped his passion. He could see in Soren’s gaze the smallest amount of fear that Arlo wouldn’t take the irrevocable step. He couldn’t be more wrong.
Arlo tugged him closer until their noses brushed. “Daddy,” Arlo growled, firm and possessive, seeking to leave no doubt in Soren’s mind as he slowly bounced him on his pulsing shaft until there was only pleasure.
He waited until he had him gasping and using the handhold he had on Arlo’s shoulders to rock himself to meet every thrust. Only when he threw his head back in ecstasy did Arlo bite, sinking his teeth into both sides of Soren’s throat the same way he’d done with Taggart, marking him where no one could ever claim to miss it.
Mine!
Arlo shouted in Soren’s mind to leave no doubt.
Daddy! Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!
Soren’s thoughts were one word on repeat, filled with joy. The scent of Taggart’s completion hit him as their mate came on both of them, marking him with his seed as they came down from their high.
Mates, Arlo groaned in delight, reaching to drag Taggart’s quivering body close. He lost his balance and fell over backwards, dragging them down to rest their heads on his chest.
Mine. My Boys.
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!
Dual voices filled his head. It was the best damned word in the world to a rhino who’d been alone as long as he had. A word he planned to live up to every day for the rest of their lives.
Taggart
His squirrel brain woke him early, as it tended to do, and though it was amazing to snuggle in the middle of Soren and Arlo, Taggart was aware of how his thoughts would tumble around and wake the others. The mind link was cool, but he wasn’t sure the others would think it so great when they got the full effect before breakfast. Deciding to get up and go dig into the bag that Arlo had brought two days ago, he slid out from between limbs. He held his breath while hoping he didn’t jab someone in an awkward place. With his size being what it was, he’d learned to be careful.
Out the bottom of the bed, he let go of his breath, grinning in the semidarkness at the two men—mates—now gravitating towards each other.
They were mine forever.
Mine.
No one could take them from me.
The smile grew wider as that thought lingered as he walked naked through the house, making a pit stop in the bathroom first, then the kitchen to get his can of soda to slurp on before he went to his office. The underfloor heating meant he didn’t need to get dressed if he didn’t want to, and often he didn’t when he was alone.
“I’m not alone anymore,” he whispered gleefully to himself, parking his ass in his big, leather gaming chair. The cool leather caused him to shiver, so he reached for one of the fleecy blankets he kept under his desk and wriggled it under his bottom, his free hand going for the bag Arlo had placed on his office desk two days before.
They’d not talked about it in front of Soren, with the newness of the mating he sensed and agreed with Arlo, they really didn’t want to take the shine off their mating. It sparkled inside him. The connection like spun gold threading him, Soren and Arlo together. It was too precious to tarnish, and Taggart would never want Soren, with whatever past haunted him, to experience a reminder by accident.
He hummed as he snuggled into his seat, giving himself a few moments of the happy before he emptied the bag onto his desk.
He eyed the contents, his belly trembling. The computer hard drives, data sticks, he expected. The recording eye devices, not so much. He’d watched the news and knew that Cosmo and his mates had retrieved the eyes of the owls and that what was on them had brought about the downfall of the existing council. The two eyes staring up at him, though clean, weren’t super clean, and they felt sticky against his fingers, giving him the ick when he hesitantly reached out to touch them.
His nose wrinkled, and he shut off the part of him that wanted to scream, ‘you’re holding a dead owl's eye’.He forced his morbid curiosity to the forefront—it was the only way he survived delving into the darkness—and let the inquisitive mind work on figuring out how to Bluetooth the eye to his computer to gain access to whatever information it held.
Once he’d done that on one of his multi-terminals, he went through repeating the action. Then started attaching the hard drives and data pens. He connected those to other terminals until he had eight fresh streams of information running through his systems. The wall of screens in front of him flashed data as it downloaded.
Taggart had built his supercomputer, which was basically the parts of about a dozen computers, pulled apart and rebuilt to make it work for him. He had a storage unit full of bits, computer parts, additional screens and anything a true geek needed tofix anything that broke. He never talked about this because no one knew exactly how clever he was with computers. Once he’d mentioned it, which led to a lot of questions about money and the Daddy wanting to take control of Taggart’s. His gut had made him wary when the Daddy didn’t want anyone to see them together. So, Taggart had ghosted the guy because he struggled with confrontation and was grateful he’d never brought him to his house.
