His naked form was pale against the deep crimson sheets beneath him, but the collar around his slim neck blended in perfectly, and it was a reminder of howminehe was. He belonged to me, just like everything else in the kingdom I’d built, but he was also much more important.
My pet.
The man I loved, even if I hadn’t told him yet.
Fionn said eight years was long enough, but letting myself say what I felt was another beast all together. I’d never told anyone I loved them—not my parents, my siblings, Fionn, and especially not a lover. Conall was different, and he had been since the moment I’d met him. Still, I hesitated. He deserved the world and I would give him everything.
“Sloan.” The way he whispered my name elicited goose bumps over my skin. His eyes were closed and he arched up into my touch, eager for more. “Need you.”
I sucked on the delicate flesh above his nipple and bit down into his tender skin. He whimpered and rocked his cock against my hip. I’d never had a pet as responsive as him, and now I didn’t want anyone but Conall. He wasmine. My possessiveness knew no boundaries.
I brushed my knuckle over his stomach and across his hip, tracing an imaginary line to his inner thighs. He gasped and spread his knees wider, giving me more room to settle against him. I ignored the sharp pain from my side where a bullet had grazed during the shootout at the bar. I hadn’t told Conall about the injury yet and he hadn’t seen it, but I imagined he’d be pissed when he finally saw the bandage.
He threw back his head, lips parted in ecstasy. His Adam’s apple jumped above the collar, drawing my attention to his long neck. My cock throbbed with want.
“Tell me what you need, Pet. Anything. I’ll give it to you.” I brushed my nose between his pecs, trailing kisses over smooth flesh.
“You. I just want you. Please, Boss. I need your cock.” He reached for me and grasped my face in his hands, dragging me up so we could kiss. I sucked on his tongue and gripped his hips, nails digging into the grooves there. I couldn’t get enough.
With the cops on to us, this might be the last time I got this, so I wanted to enjoy every second, map his body so Iremembered every inch of it while feeling his skin against mine. I wanted him to never forget me if the worst happened.
IwasSloan Killough—mob boss and Conall Morrissey’s partner.
Despite wanting to take my time, though, desperation clawed into my chest, scrabbling at my lungs until it was difficult to breathe. My body screamed for him, and what I desired right now was to be inside him. A few hours wasn’t nearly long enough and I had to get back to the hospital. The cops would be sniffing around and I had to protect Fionn.
My fingertips prickled and hunger took control.
Need.
Want.
Starvation.
I had to get my fill of him.Now. I couldn’t go slow. There wasn’t enough time.
I kissed him deeper and rocked my hips against his.
He whimpered for me and the sound worked its way to my balls. Perfect.
Pulling away from his mouth took every ounce of my strength. I could kiss him for days and still want more. I shifted to my knees, and he groaned in disappointment.
I brushed my palm over his inner thigh. “Don’t worry, Pet. I’m only getting the lube.” I grabbed his leg and lifted it so I could lay a line of hungry kisses over his knee. “We’re just getting started.”
His smile stole my breath.
How any man resisted Conall, I didn’t know. He was so naturally submissive in bed—but strong willed outside of the room—which made him perfect. He knew my limits and never went past them, though he did enjoy testing the waters.
I snatched the lube from the nightstand and returned to my former position as fast as I could, then shoved down the scrubpants to my thighs and pulled out my cock. My desire for him stopped me from getting completely naked. There was no time. I needed himnow. Hard and fast.
“Knees to chest, Pet. Show me that pretty hole.”
Conall moaned and did as I’d ordered, bringing his legs to his pecs and wrapping his arms around his thighs to keep them there. His hole peeked out between his arsecheeks teasingly, and my cock jerked, bouncing up toward me with the movement.
He was striking. Conall could turn around and ask me to leave everything I’d worked hard for and I would agree—but he wouldn’t. He’d helped my business thrive for the last eight years.
My mouth watered for a taste of him, and despite the desperation to get inside him immediately, I couldn’t resist leaning down to lick a stripe up over his hole, making him curse under his breath. When it came to sex, I enjoyed hearing him swear. I wanted him to unravel, become a blubbering mess while I thrust into him nice and deep.
I seized the lube and coated my fingers. I prepared him as quickly but safely as I could, stretching him enough to take my width. When I was happy with my work, I slicked up my cock and threw aside the bottle. Warmth spread over my skin, producing excited goose bumps across my arms. My cock throbbed, balls tightening.
