Just say thank you,Kylo prodded through their mind link when Conrad seemed stunned silent.
“Thank you, sir,” Conrad said. “It’s appreciated.”
“Now, I know you boys must be hungry,” Kylo’s mom said, “because you always are. My ears still work while my hands are busy, so one of you can fill me in on exactly what’s going on since your dad and I have been away. And I don’t want to hear the word ‘fine’ come out of anyone’s lips. Your dad and I want details.”
Well, shit.Resting his hand on Conrad’s where it was on the table, Kylo explained what they’d found and what had happened. How Duron and Beaumont had left, and were now working for hybrids through the council offices, and what messes he and his brothers were trying to fix with Conrad’s help.
The only thing Kylo didn’t mention was the fact Devil was still alive, although that niggled at him throughout the chat and the lively meal that followed. If anyone would have an insight into that woman’s mind, it was the woman’s father.
Chapter Seventeen
Conrad
Of all the things he’d faced in his life, a hugger was not one of them. Mom, as she insisted he call her, hugged him no less than fifteen times. He’d counted, as Kylo’s amusement had grown while they’d remained at the kitchen table eating food that was some of the best Conrad had ever tasted.
It was one of the weirdest days of Conrad’s life. The acceptance of those at the table of who and what he was came with a dollop of understanding his mate had grown up with love. With unwavering support for the person he was. Never more had Conrad felt proud of the fact that Fate had given him such a gift as his own. This family was now his to take care of, and he’d give up his last breath to ensure they stayed safe.
“You ready for some shuteye?”Kylo’s question pulled him from his reverie.
His mate was yawning, his jaw so wide Conrad considered he could fit his head inside. “Yep.”He wasn’t, but it was easy to agree when so many of the occupants of the table were now staring at them. Some with more knowing smiles than others.
After another hug, Conrad trailed after Kylo to his bedroom. He flipped on the lights and shut the door, making a point of turning the lock before leaning against it.
Kylo paused at the side of the unmade bed, a brow arched, and his throat worked as he eyed Conrad cautiously. “You coming to bed?”
Conrad kept the smile from forming. There was a nervous quality Conrad hadn’t heard before in Kylo’s voice. “What did I promise earlier?”
His Adam’s apple was bobbing, and dark eyes became hooded as Kylo held Conrad’s stare in challenge. “To make me pay for causing you a heart attack.”
Conrad slowly peeled himself away from the door and reached for the hem of his T-shirt. Pulling it up and over his head, he dropped it to the floor. His gaze swept the room to look for things he could use to restrain his mate. “Exactly.” Conrad heeled off his sneakers, then shucked off his jeans.
Naked, he stood and let his mate look his fill, because it was going to be the only chance he got.
Kylo’s tongue licked over his bottom lip as his eyes roamed over Conrad’s body in a passionate caress. “Strip,” he growled in a husky voice. His cock thrummed with the attention, despite it being only his mate’s gaze.
The tension in the air was thick and scented with pheromones that got all of Conrad’s animals excited.
Hands that shook did as he bid, Kylo’s gaze never strayed far from Conrad’s. Kylo’s cock sprung from the confines of his underwear and slapped at his stomach. The arousal left Conrad hungry for a taste. Only he had learned patience, so Conrad went to the enormous set of drawers and opened each one, searching.
“What are you looking for?” Kylo’s alarmed tone brought a wicked smile to Conrad’s lips when his fingers brushed over a little treasure hidden in a stack of socks.
He lifted out the prostate massager and flicked the small button on the base. The buzz filled the quiet of the room as Conrad slowly turned. “I was looking for something to tie you to your bed. Only I found a little fun item.” The vibration tingled his fingers. It wasn’t strong enough to do more than tease. Perfect for what he had in mind.
He strode to a red-faced Kylo, who looked a cross between defiant, mortified, and aroused. His cock pulsed, and pre-cum coated the head as he stood unmoving.
Conrad slid his empty hand around the back of Kylo’s neck and brought him closer. His fingers gripped hard enough to suggest Kylo do as bid.
A shuddery breath hit Conrad’s lips as Kylo visibly relaxed. He brushed a light kiss over Kylo’s parted lips. “What is your safe word, Mon Bebe?”
“Tembo’i,” he murmured against Conrad’s mouth as he followed when Conrad eased back.
“If you need me to stop, say it, and I will.” He kissed him hard, his tongue plundering deep as Kylo stood with his arms by his sides as if waiting for permission to touch. Desire for such an action tempted Conrad to rush, only that was not part of his plans.
“On the bed, Mom Bebe, face down.”
Kylo gave a sigh that was pure frustration, that made Conrad bite his bottom lip when Kylo complained, “Why do I always have to be face down?”
Conrad squeezed the back of Kylo’s neck. “Who is in charge here?”
