“Can I come,” Kylo’s whole body tensed as he begged in a strangled voice. “Please… please… let me come… Sir,” he cried out.
Conrad’s heart soared. “Yes,” he whispered against the side of Kylo’s face. The tightening muscles sucked Conrad’s seed from him as Kylo screamed, and the cock in his hand hardened, and ribbons of cum pelted Kylo’s gleaming skin.
Chests billowing, Conrad sank into pleasure as he prolonged his mate’s release with slow, steady strokes. His cum, which had filled his mate’s ass, leaked down on his thighs and balls. He grinned to himself at thoughts of getting Kylo to lick him clean.
When Kylo finally turned his head to look at Conrad, flushed and looking replete. There was a sense of peace that was new, and something else…acceptance?
Chapter Ten
Kylo
It appeared Conrad’s superpowers extended into Kylo’s dreamscape, and for the first time in longer than he could remember, Kylo’s dreams were horror-free. He awoke feeling more at peace with himself than he had in a long while, and in the light of day he wasn’t going to dwell too firmly on why that was. His relationship with Conrad was still too new, and Kylo wanted to just accept what happened in the privacy of their bedroom was between him and his mate alone. How that might impact the day-to-day and the way they conducted themselves remained to be seen.
Unwilling to deal with the good-natured and often pointedly picky attentions of his brothers, Kylo suggested he and Conrad go out for breakfast, before heading into the police station. Conrad’s grin and ready acceptance were another adjustment, which Kylo added to the list of things he was learning about his mate. It was the right move, though. Kylo literally felt the weight of the family house fall from his shoulders as he drove them out of the gates in Felix’s car.
Of course, Conrad picked up on it. “You don’t like living in your family home?”
“There’s a lot of expectations on me there,” Kylo said slowly, choosing his words carefully. “My parents are good people. My mom will love you like another son, and my dad will welcome you with open arms. I have no doubt about any of that. But, with the recent incidences…” Kylo made a point of not mentioning Devil by name, “I’ve encouraged them to travel more, and they really seem to enjoy it.”
“Is that something you’d like to do?” Conrad was watching the scenery, and Kylo wondered what he saw. As in, what did the eyes of a trained observer see in comparison to everyone else?
He focused on his mate’s question. “I love Paraguay. I love this town. I love the people. I work hard to keep them safe. I’ve often dreamed of moving out of the family homestead, but I would never want to leave the area or my job. Would that be an issue for you?”
Conrad chuckled and stretched out his long legs. There was more room to do that in the SUV, but Kylo made a mental note to get Mao and Felix to collect the jeep from the death house.
Maybe Mao could just blow that place up, too. Only there had been enough questions about the disappearance of the scientists’ house where Nico and Teilo were held captive—a suggestion that someone up the political chain had some idea of what was going on. Kylo didn’t want to take that risk of blowing up the death house—two bombings in one year was extreme, regardless of geography. There was also the small matter of Selina to deal with, but for the drive into town at least, Kylo wanted to focus on his new relationship.
“My animals would struggle if they couldn’t see you all day, and as I do not need to make money, you can always employ me as an unofficial police consultant. Any position at all that allows my animals, and me…” Conrad’s grin was wide, and he wiggled his eyebrows, “the right to be close to you at all times. My dragon sees you as the greatest treasure in our hoard.”
“I’m not sure anyone has referred to me as a treasure before.” Kylo felt his cheek heat. “I’m sure we can work together. Your insights could prove useful to me.” He sighed. “I don’t get a lot of support in my work, so yours would be welcome, but that lack of support is understandable. Life is hard here for many locals. Strangely, we don’t have high homicide rates, or at least not many reported homicides. Discounting the recent events with Duron and Beaumont, on a more general scale, this area is still part of a wider trafficking network between Brazil, Argentina, and more recently Bolivia, so there is always something to keep me busy.”
“What sorts of things does your office focus on, as in prevention tactics?”
It was Kylo’s turn to laugh. “Prevention tactics are minimal—we don’t have the resources to do more than we already do. My people do their best, don’t get me wrong. If they’re offered a year’s salary to overlook a parcel going through customs, or to let a stopped vehicle carry on its way when it’s clearly filled with guns or drugs, most people here are going to take that money rather than risk having one of those guns used on them. I can’t blame them. It’s part of our history here. During the time of dictators, fortunately now passed, locals learned to keep their heads down, and they did what they could to survive. That mentality persists today.”
“It’s interesting, isn’t it, how a certain mindset can impact generations, even when changes get put in place for the better?”
Kylo shrugged. “Belief in those positive changes can take a long time. One of the biggest problems we have is that for numerous years, generations even, people in law enforcement were as bad as the criminals they turned a blind eye to. There is very little public trust in what we do, which makes getting people to cooperate, or even report crimes, difficult. And then we have the issue where I could catch someone red-handed committing a crime, and chances are that person, if they have the right money and connections, would end up walking free. Our overcrowded prison population exacerbates the problem.”
“And yet you still keep going to work every day.” Conrad’s hand on Kylo’s knee had the feeling of approval about it. “Looking very handsome while doing so, I might add.”
“I didn’t think they trained assassins in flattery.” It pleased Kylo all the same, and he made sure that feeling flowed through their bond. “Enough about work for now, especially before breakfast. There’s so much I don’t know about you. For example, do you cook? Because if you don’t we’ll be living on take out a lot. And what sort of place would you like to call home?” He glanced at Conrad quickly. “Assuming you’d want to stay here with me. We’d need a house of our own.”
“I’m not going to take you away from all you know.” Conrad sighed and went back to looking out the window. They were close to town. “All I wanted when me and my cage brothers were released was somewhere I could stretch out and watch television. Gaming. Things like that. I can do that pretty much anywhere. Now the council won’t be calling on me again, and we can be sure that Beaumont and Duron will see to that, I don’t see any problems living here with you. And yes, I can cook.”
“Then why the sigh?” Kylo had to pay more attention to the roads now that they were in my traffic. “Is there something you’ll miss about where you were living before?”Someone?Kylo didn’t say that out loud.
“Only my television.” Conrad laughed again. “I can’t believe how you can drive in all this craziness. Sorry, on a serious note, I guess me and my cage brothers must have known on some cellular level that this day would come, especially after Ajani met Marvin. That idea that we could meet mates, be worthy of them, and live normal lives. It’s taking a bit of adjustment, and for some of us, that will be harder than for others…”
Kylo guessed his mate was talking about Wyatt.
“I’m good at adapting.” Kylo almost missed Conrad’s wink as he zapped into a parking space that had just come free. “We’ll create our home. Maybe even have a kiddie or two one day.”
“Kids?” Kylo almost yanked the parking brake out of its socket in shock.
“Why not?” Conrad’s eyes were creased in mirth. “As I said, I’m very adaptable, and a couple of my friends have already proven it’s possible.”
“I think I need coffee.” Kylo swallowed hard, his mind racing in a dozen different directions. “I’ve never dreamed…” and then his brain latched onto the one requirement necessary for Conrad to get pregnant. “Do you mean I could…”
