“Congratulations!” exclaimed Logan. “Another nephew for me to spoil.”
“Maybe it’ll be a girl,” said Colton.
“I’m betting it’s a boy,” called Carson.
“Not fair,” complained Zane, “I was going to call a boy.”
“So what? I called it first. You can pick a girl,” said Carson.
“Stop it you two. Let Colton and Ian enjoy their moment without it being a slugfest,” ordered Jackson.
“Sorry, bro, sorry Ian,” Carson and Zane said in unison.
“I’m so happy for you,” Cody said. “I can’t wait to have another nephew…or niece…to spoil. When is the pup due?”
“In about seven months,” said Colton.
“Are you still going to go to Scotland?” Logan asked Ian.
“Yes. My morning sickness…if I have any…shouldn’t arrive until the second trimester so it gives us time to take the trip while I’m not showing,” he said. “My parents will be surprised when we tell them. I’m hoping they’ll come here when the pup is born.”
“I have a favor to ask you, Logan,” said Colton. “We want you to design our pup’s nursery. Will you do it?”
“Really? Holyfuckingshit! A royal nursery! Absolutely! I’m honored,” exclaimed Logan.
“Ahh, bro, you got to stop with the ‘fucking’ crap,” said Colton.
“Finally, someone who understands what I’ve been trying to tell everyone. Thanks, Colton,” said Jackson, relieved that someone had finally gotten his message.
Ian looked at his mate and burst out laughing as Colton turned red.
“What?” asked Jackson.
“I’m the one who insisted my mate clean up his language,” announced Ian, “Colton feels if he has to, then his brothers should, too.”
“Good luck with that, Ian,” roared Steel.
Jackson slapped his mate’s chest and said, “I agree with you totally, Ian, and maybe we will make some inroads if there are two of us nagging these animals.”
“Sure, babe,” Steel said to Jackson chuckling. “You just keep thinking that will happen.”
“Where are Oracle and Maximus?” asked Ian, “I wanted to tell them our news.”
“Maximus took Oracle into San Francisco for a mini vacation. They should be back about the same time Dylon’s parents return,” Jackson said. “Now Dakota, I assume some of these recipes you made are from Scotland, right?”
Chapter 23
Cody was kneeling, waiting for his punishment. His body was thrumming with excitement as he listened to his mate move around their room. He never knew how satisfying being a submissive could be and the peace it could bring. The rules and punishments helped provide a structure to his world that had been missing ever since the massacre. Cody thought back to when his mate first arrived.I was going to reject him.Not possible. Never was possible. He’s my world now, the one I want to be in always.
“Get up, my pet.”
Cody stood, waiting for his next instructions. His body remained still with only his hard, leaking cock jerking in eagerness and causing drops of pre-cum to fall to the floor. With every minute his mate kept him in suspense, the level of sexual tension in his body rose and he was close to begging for relief just before his mate spoke.
“Tonight, my pet, your punishment will be a paddling, ten swats on each cheek, in addition, you will wear these nipple clamps and you won’t be allowed to come.” Dylon held up a pair of clamps and put one on Cody’s left nipple and then his right. He immediately saw a reaction in Cody who was shifting from foot to foot. “Do they hurt, my pet?”
“Yes, sir,” Cody said breathlessly, trying to control his pain.
“Good. Now lie on my lap with your cock between my legs.”
