“Oh, it really is.”
As Soren tried to focus on the menu, he was reminded of the scent of rain that had filled the air on his walk over and the way the puddles had shimmered on the sidewalk. After the long car ride he’d had, Soren longed to shift and splash around in one, as a reminder of better days, and to join the bluejays he’d seenplaying in one. He never felt freer than when he was flying, so in the morning, he was going to wake up early, bring everything into his motel room, turn in the rental and take a nice, long flight to see the town from the best vantage point he knew. And check out the giant movie screen for himself. Sitting in the grass might be fun for a rhino, but if he went to the movies, Soren intended to have a completely different view than the one from the ground.
Arlo
“Come ‘er Darlin’, that’s right,” Arlo murmured, gently coaxing Taggart back into his lap. “Finish getting those clothes off and come on up here.”
His body felt like melted caramel, and badass enforcer that he was, he struggled to lift his arm to draw his mate forward, with how sated he was. Fortunately, Taggart was eager to be in his arms, and scampered up naked, snuggling against his chest with much more care than he’d shown earlier. Still didn’t make the reminder of the way his boy had hurt himself any easier. Seeing those tears in his eyes had left him wanting to do everything in his power to make sure he never shed one again. Carding his fingers through Taggart’s hair, he reclined against the back of the couch and took the time to just hold him and enjoy the way they fit together.
“I haven’t felt this good in, well, I can’t remember. In fact, I've never felt as good as you just made me feel,” Arlo praised. “Gonna make you feel just as good and put my mark on you where everyone can see it.” He nuzzled at his neck, murmuring sexily, “Anyone ever touches you, if they so much as glare in your direction or are mean to you in any way, they are gonna have one hell of a reckoning coming, so they best heed my mark.”
“Y-you’ll protect me?”
“With everything I am, even if that means trampling them to bits and stomping the bits until there’s nothing left but the dust of bones.” It might not have been romantic words, yet it held true for Arlo.
The way Taggart clung to him, hold tightening, body melded to his, let Arlo know Taggart believed him. It also gave Arlo a sense of Taggart’s relief. It wasn’t complete though, and he knew it wouldn’t be until they were both wearing mate marks. But before that, there was something else Arlo longed to give him first. Nudging his leg, Arlo got him to move, opening his legs to allow Arlo access to Taggart’s weeping cock.
“Hard for Daddy again already,” he rumbled, nuzzling Taggart to inhale his scent. “That’s so good, darlin’ ‘cause Daddy really wants you right now.”
He whimpered, his lips finding Arlo’s neck as he started sucking a mark Arlo would be proud to wear. Gods, he had a soft mouth and really seemed to enjoy having something in it. Arlo would let Taggart suck on whatever he wanted whenever they were alone, or in a dark place, no one would notice what they were doing.
Get a grip on yourself enforcer,he told himself, laughter rolling through his mind as he shoved aside the image that had popped into his head, of those reclining balcony seat at the movies, and Taggart spending as much time with his head in Arlo’s lap as he did watching the screen.
“What’s funny, Daddy?” he murmured against his throat.
“Oh, you heard that, did you?”
“Uh-huh.”
Never wanting to be the type of rhino to fib to his mate, even a little, he immediately told him the truth. “Was picturing your mouth on my cock in a dark movie theater and coming down your throat while something blew up on the screen.”
Taggart groaned, the vibration going down his chest as Taggart kept his mouth on his throat. “Does Daddy like it when things go boom?”
“Daddy loves it.”
He giggled at that, and Arlo had a moment of pause, because Taggart had already proven that he could be impulsive, now Arlo sat there hoping Taggart wouldn’t try to rig up a little surprise just to create a treat for him. Explosives, even little ones, were nothing to play with.
“But don’t you go trying to plan a surprise for Daddy, okay? I wouldn’t want you to get hurt trying to be frisky.”
His lips popped off Arlo’s neck, and he moaned when Arlo caressed him again.
“You wouldn’t want to miss out on moments like this because we couldn’t play the way we wanted to,” Arlo cautioned, continuing to stroke him until he was spluttering over his words.
“A-am I s-s-supposed to say yes, or, or no, so you’ll keep doing that?”
Taggart’s breathless words made Arlo’s cock throb as he chuckled and gripped a handful of Taggart’s hair in one hand while continuing to stroke him with the other. Knowing his strength, Arlo tugged with the greatest of care, just enough to get him to tip his head back so he could kiss him while he increased the speed of his strokes, swallowing all of Taggart’s desperate cries.
His squirming had Arlo desperate to claim him, but he refused to rush things along. The moment he felt Taggart tense and began to spill, he kissed his way down his throat and sank his teeth into the side of Taggart’s neck, cutting off his air supply, just a little, with the pressure of his bite, and causing his mate’s orgasm to intensify. Blood filled his mouth while cum covered his hand, Taggart’s cries so wild and unrestrained that Arlo bucked, his cock spurting untouched at Taggart’s wild abandon.
In the aftermath, there was nothing but harsh panting and the perfect imprint of his teeth around Taggart’s throat, cementing their connection with one another.
Taggart
There was whatever Arlo had brought to his home for him to look at, except that wasn’t what Arlo wanted to do after they’d showered together, and Arlo had washed him. Nope, Arlo had cooked a basic meal with Taggart’s help and then they had curled up on the couch and settled in to watch a movie. It was bliss.
Never had Taggart felt so contented in his entire life. If he had a choice, he’d never move off the couch again when Daddy let him suck anything he wanted. He’d chewed on his thumb for an hour before he’d switched to Arlo’s nipple, that was harder, but he’d enjoyed having his face mashed into Arlo’s barrel chest, struggling to breathe but loving the strong smell of his mate being so close.
At some point, Taggart had fallen asleep warming Arlo’s cock, only to be woken when Arlo lifted him—he lifted him up—to carry him to bed. Taggart wasn’t ashamed about crawling onto Arlo’s vast body, snuggling right in, and falling right back to sleep.
