I smirked. “I love you, Pet.”
He groaned. “That’s so fucking sexy. I love you, too. Please fuck me?”
I shifted my hips, getting into a better position, before I pulled my cock nearly all the way out and gently rocked forward. My movements started slow, a light thrust forward and backward. I kept an eye on his face, taking note of the way he parted his lips while his cheeks flushed, but when I didn’t see any sign of discomfort, I began to pick up pace.
He trembled in my arms and his fingernails dug into my back. The sound that slipped from between his lips was downright wicked.
“Love you, so fucking much. Never leave me again. I’ll kick your arse,” he mumbled against my lips, and I growled into his mouth, capturing it in another rough kiss as my thrusts began to pick up speed. My balls slapped against his skin, and he whimpered, rolling his hips to meet me.
Everything felt electrified—an all encompassing buzz that echoed around us. It was me and Conall. Our passion. Our need. Our obsession with each other.
I hooked my fingers under the bottom of his collar and tugged, causing him to gasp. “Who do you belong to, Pet?” I laid hungry kisses over his jaw and down his neck. “Whose collar do you wear?”
“You. Yours.” His nails dug deeper into my back. “I’m yours, Sloan. Only yours.”
“Did anyone else touch you while I was away?” I tongued his neck, tracing the mark I’d already bitten into his delicate skin. “Do I have to cut off anyone’s hands?”
He whined when I buried my nose against his collar, breathing in the mixture of leather and his natural scent. “No. No one. I’m yours. Only yours.”
“Yes, you are. Anyone touches you, Pet, and I’ll kill them. I’ll slice them into pieces and feed the earth with their remains.” Iclaimed his mouth again as I thrust roughly into him, burrowing my cock into the tight heat of his hole. “No one touches what’s mine.”
“I’d never want them.” He brushed a finger down my spine, provoking a shiver from me. “I only want you. No other man’s been inside me, and they never will. I’m yours, Boss.”
It was enough to nearly send me over the edge. It’d been too long since I’d been here with him in our bedroom—a month too long—and I was on the verge of blowing my load. A few more rocks of my hips were all it took before I tensed and my orgasm ripped through me. I filled Conall’s hole to the brim.
I pulled out, and he released his legs from around my waist, letting them drop to the bed, but they didn’t stay there for long. I grasped his knees and shoved them back toward his chest. He gasped as I swooped down to kiss his hole again, and I dug my tongue into his warmth, searching for the combined taste of him and me.
“Fuck. Oh fuck.” He trembled roughly. “Sloan. Shit.”
I grinned and spat into my hand so I could wrap it around his still hard cock, then stroked him in time with the exploration of my tongue in his hole.
“Come for me, Pet. Show me how much of mine you are.” I nuzzled and licked his taint.
He arched his back with a cry of pleasure and his cock jerked in my palm. Jets of cum splattered across his stomach and chest, one string managing to hit him on the forehead. He laughed as he wiped it with the back of his hand.
“Shit. Nearly got me in the eye.”
I gave his hole another lick before I helped him place his legs back on the bed, and then I crashed onto the mattress beside him. My chest rose and fell in deep breaths as I chased the ability to breathe again. “Pet, you killed me.”
He continued to chuckle as he rolled onto his side and tickled a finger down the middle of my chest and stomach. “You’re not allowed to die yet. I have use for your dick still.”
I snorted and shook my head. “Well, I’m back now. Use it whenever you want.” I shot him a smirk as I forced myself to sit up again. “I need a real shower, one that’s not in a filthy jail. Join me?” I glanced at him and raised an eyebrow.
He hummed thoughtfully. “Hm. Maybe later. Just give me a few moments to rest.”
I gave him another kiss and stood, but before I could go to the bathroom and clean up, a knock interrupted me. I frowned and stalked over to the door, yanking it open. Ronan stood on the other side and barking erupted. My gaze dropped to the floor where two dachshund puppies yapped up at me.
“Wha—”
“My babies! Come!” Conall cooed, opening his arms to the puppies that rushed straight toward him. They couldn’t jump onto the bed, it was too high for their small bodies, and being the sucker I was, I went over there to place them on the mattress.
Conall caught them in a hug as they rushed him again and kissed each of their little heads. “My guard dogs. This is Guinness.” He raised the blue-and-tan puppy, and the tiny thing barked, though it sounded a lot like aruff. “And this is Whiskey.” Conall raised one hand and lowered the opposite to show off the other dog. This time he showed me the black-and-cream pup. “They’re my wieners.”
I stared, a little more shellshocked than I wanted to admit. I’d expected all kinds of scenarios when I’d told Conall to get guard dogs, but this didn’t touch any of them. He’d outdone himself.
Conall stared up at me and the pleading in his eyes was enough to have me sighing and sitting on the bed. I ruffledGuinness’s head and it set off the pup’s little tail, which swung side to side, whacking against Conall’s thigh.
“Not what I had in mind,” I said, grinning. “But they are...adorable.” There was no other word for them.
