Duron’s cock bobbed in time to his pulse as he reached the top of Duron’s inner thigh. His breath held as the lips parted and the tongue trailed a path of heat up the long length of Duron’s cock. Eyes back to rolling, his thighs widened, his hips quivering with the need to push up for more.
Beaumont teased, sucked, licked at the head which leaked as fingers wet from his pre-cum rubbed around his asshole. The nerve ending tingled in a way he wasn’t sure he liked until a finger breached his ass. His hips jerked up so hard he nearly poked Beaumont in the eye with the cock he’d just stopping sucking on. “Is this okay?”
How to answer when his ass burned in a way that answered, he wanted more. But one look at Beaumont’s enormous cock made him reconsider. That would surely never fit inside him?
“Fate made us for each other,” Beaumont answered his thought.
A blush coated his skin and with difficulty he held Beaumont’s gaze. His cock bucked in agreement, though that was not the head who should be in charge. It never had been before.
Beaumont chuckled and it struck that with their mate connection, he was projecting his thoughts.Shit! Fuck! How do I stop that?
You can, you just need to dial back the strength of your thoughts, is all.
He jerked at Beaumont’s voice in his head, which distracted from the finger in his ass and the issue of wanting more.So I just have to think quietly?
In essence, yes. Though in practice it might be harder to do. I don’t know. I’ve never had a mate before.
The fact they were having this conversation in their heads was weirding out some of his animals, who occasionally liked to chat with each other.
Can you hear my animals?
“I don’t think it works that way,” Beaumont answered aloud, his finger moving a little deeper in his ass, distracting him once more.
He bit his tongue as the desire to wriggle his ass to get the finger deeper came hard on the heels of whatever Beaumont found in his ass. His cock leaked over his stomach, pre-cum pooling in the ridged muscles as they shook with the effort of holding still.Did he have a spark plug in his ass?
Beaumont’s amused expression told him he’d projected his question at his mate. About to demand more and stop Beaumont from answering, Duron’s whole body lifted off the ground as the house shook around them. It tossed Beaumont backward, his body slamming into a large chest sitting next to a wall, his finger ripped from Duron’s ass painfully.
He cried out, his instincts kicking in a split second later as Duron ignored the pain, the need to protect his mate, his only thought. He rushed to Beaumont and lifted him off the ground, running for the door as plaster and dust rained down on them.
The floorboards creaked underfoot as he thrust open the door and stood in the doorframe. Did they have earthquakes in Paraguay?
Beaumont huffed in a way that suggested he wasn’t entirely happy with being held. His arms eventually wound around Duron’s neck. “I can stand, you know.”
Duron ignored the comment, his head snapping left to right to see where it was safe to move to when he heard shouting from down the corridor.
“It’s a fucking bomb!”
Fuck, a bomb!
Chapter Four
Beaumont
Beaumont felt Duron’s determination mimicking his own. There was a part of him that preened. His mate was trying to protect him, which was… unusual for Beaumont. He was usually the one trying to protect others. But his alligator was furious, and he was determined that before the hour was over, bodies would roll.
The kitchen was a hive of men and guns. Duron finally put him down, and Beaumont grabbed the first weapon handed to him. He wasn’t a fan of guns. They were noisy, but if the people attacking them were human, the guns would be what they would expect.
“Dude, you need clothes.” Wyatt, Duron’s friend, wrinkled his nose.
“Not if I’m going to shift.” Conscious of Duron’s bulk behind him, he snapped, “Status report.”
“This is our home,” Kylo snapped back. “You’re not in charge here.”
“Really? We’re going to have a cock measuring contest now?” Beaumont was well aware he would win, and everyone else in the room probably could see that, too. His cock, ready and primed to enter his new mate, wasn’t going to go down just because someone let a bomb off near the house. “Just talk. What are we dealing with?”
“Someone’s tried to blow open the front gates,” Nori said quietly as he checked his gun. “There were enough bloody explosives in it to rock the house, causing the damage, although the gate’s still standing strong. It was likely a handmade device. We’re heading out that way.”
“Aha, which is exactly what the idiots who set the bomb off want you to do. Fine, you go. Don’t forget to duck.” Beaumont turned the other way.
