Giving each of his mate’s nipples a small bite, Dakota rolled off Slate’s chest and got out of bed. Then, he headed to the bathroom and, feeling his mate’s eyes looking at his ass, made sure to put an extra wiggle in his walk. Hearing Slate’s groan was the sweetest sound Dakota ever heard.
So my mate likes to tease!Slate chuckled as he followed his mate where he found Dakota already in the shower with a soapy hand that was slowly stroking his cock. The heated look he saw in his mate’s eyes left no doubt about what was about to happen. Stepping in, Slate grabbed the body wash and lathered up his cock all the while keeping his eyes locked on his mate’s. He set the bottle down with one hand while grasping his cock with the other and matched his mate’s rhythm.
Slate watched the heat and need rise in Dakota and when he saw the flames of passion light up his mate’s eyes, he moved in close until their cocks were touching. Brushing aside Dakota’s hand, Slate wrapped his hand around both cocks, slightly squeezing them as he resumed his stroking.
Lowering his eyes from his mate’s, Dakota watched Slate’s hand jerking them off. After a few moments, he raised them again until he was staring at the well-cut chest in front of him, and then, unable to resist any more, Dakota leaned in until his lips were around one of Slate’s nipples, sucking and nipping it before moving to the other. After his mate’s nipples were puffy, Dakota began licking Slate, wanting to taste his mate everywhere he could reach.
Dakota’s nipple nibbling had ignited Slate’s need which was now burning brightly as his balls grew hard and pulled tight to his body. Feeling it in his groin, he knew he was close and increased his speed. Then, at the moment his cock shot its first load, he bit the mating scar on Dakota’s neck and immediately felt his mate’s cock pulse in his hand.
Slate quickly grabbed Dakota when he felt his mate wobble from the force of his orgasm, pulling him tightly to his chest. Then he removed his hand from their still-sensitive cocks and turned Dakota around until his back faced him. Picking up the body wash, Slate soaped up Dakota using slow caressing circles until every part of his mate’s body was covered with soap bubbles before rinsing him off.
Once his mate finished washing him, Dakota spun Slate around until he was facing the shower wall. After soaping his upper body, he knelt down and washed his legs, saving his ass and groin for last. “Turn around,” Dakota growled, sitting back on his feet, staring as Slate’s cock appeared. Then, reaching up and grasping it, Dakota lovingly soaped it, spending time on it and his mate’s balls, before finally reaching around with both hands to wash Slate’s gorgeous ass. Making sure everything was clean including Slate’s pucker, which earned him a gasp, Dakota finally stood and rinsed his mate off.
Slate then led his mate out of the shower and wrapped him in a heated towel, warming him before drying him off. Grabbing a bathrobe, he put it on Dakota, all the while caressing every bare piece of skin he could find. After giving his mate a quick kiss, Slate donned his robe before leading Dakota into their bedroom and over to a small table in the corner.
“Are you sure Steel will be here with our dinner?” Dakota asked, dubious about the cooking skill of his brother’s mate.
“Trust me, babe. The food will be simple but very edible. Steel loves to cook so I’m surprised he hasn’t ever offered to give you a day off, which by the way, will be happening in the future,” growled Slate.
“He never said a word about cooking. I wonder if my brother knows his mate can cook?”
“I don’t know but I bet once he tasted your cooking, he decided to keep his mouth shut. What you did with those scrambled eggs this morning…no wonder Colton wouldn’t stop singing your praises when he was in Mexico with me.”
Turning pink again at his mate’s compliment, Dakota looked to change the subject or at least turn the focus away from him. “Who taught your brother?”
“Don’t ever tell Jackson but it was a dude my brother was trying to get into bed. A friend of ours told Steel the best way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, so my brother signed up for a cooking class at the university. Unfortunately for him, he was the only guy in the class and all the girls started to cook stuff for him, hoping to get a date with him.”
“Didn’t he tell them he was gay?”
“No, because I threatened to kill him if he did…not really. He couldn’t bring himself to hurt them by telling them he was gay. So every night, some girl would bring him dinner and always enough for two. He would gratefully take the food, and gently steer the girl out of our dorm room, with one excuse or another.” Slate shook his head. “I should’ve recorded all those encounters because each one was a masterpiece.”
Dakota was laughing so loud, they almost didn’t hear the gentle knock on the door announcing that dinner had arrived.
Chapter 22
“Did you check all the locations?”
“Yes sir. Nothing. They were all empty.”
“Fuck!”Where could it be?He thought he knew every hiding place his wife had given their son so if Fionn’s hoard wasn’t in any of them that could only mean he found a new place.But where? Shit!He needed to rethink his plan.Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!Everything had been arranged. First the shifters he hired would seize Fionn’s hoard and transfer it to him in France, then kidnap his son, lock him up, then torture his fucking queer ass to death. The High Council couldn’t charge him with violating the restraining order and by the time the mercenaries he hired were finished, there wouldn’t be a body to find.
“What do you want me and my men to do, sir?”
“Just sit tight. I’ll get back to you.” Artur MacDùghlas ended the call and, slammed his phone down on the desk. “Sonofabitch!” he roared, as fire shot out of his mouth, scorching the wooden top.Where the fuck did that shithead move his hoard?For the millionth time, he cursed his dead wife. If it weren’t for his wife’s family, he would have rejected her long ago; she couldn’t even give him an heir that made it past their first birthday—that was, until Fionn was born. And he was surprised his weak, sickly son lived as long as he had, for all the good it did.A fucking gay son! She gives me a queer for a son! How the hell did my wife ever think their son would have children…someone to carry on the MacDùghlas name.
But gay or not, it didn’t matter according to the mating agreement he signed with her family. Once she gave him a male child, he was locked into her until she died.Well now she’s dead and I can get myself a healthy youngfemale dragon who can give me children to carry on my name.He’d already entered into a mating agreement but needed his son’s hoard to make the payment to her family.Fuck why didn’t his son catch the Dragon fever from his mother?
Once Artur found out his wife was sick, he was sure Fionn would get it too, and it would have been so easy if they both died so he could start over without any ties to his first mating.Shit! I don’t understand why he never got sick.Refusing all requests from his son for medicine or doctors, Artur stayed away from home during the months his wife lingered on her deathbed. When word finally reached him that his son had survived, it took him a week before he was able to control his anger.
After the burial, his wife’s attorney gave him the news that Fionn was the sole heir to her hoard and he realized his wife had chosen her son over her husband.Fucking bitch! Because of you I’m sitting here with no new mate or heir.When he learned what his dead wife had done, Artur’s anger crystalized into cold hatred for his son and all he could see when he looked at him was the fucking asshole who stole his inheritance.
Whatever love, if he ever had any, was long gone and the years after his wife’s death were spent trying to right the wrong that had been done to him. Artur sat back in his chair, contemplating the possibilities and the probabilities of success for several plans he was considering. Then it hit him—the Blackwood Pack—he needed to learn more about them. He’d bet anythingtheyknew where his son’s hoard was. Reaching for his phone, he punched in a number, knowing who could get him all the information he needed.
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Slate opened his bedroom door and found his brother standing behind a food laden cart. Taking a sniff, he grinned, “Come in. My mate wasn’t sure you would be here, but then I told him all about the cooking class you took.” Stepping back, Slate waved his brother in. “Babe, dinner has arrived and it’s just what we ordered.”
Dakota stood. “Hi Steel, thanks,” he said eyeing the covered food, but wondering what condition he was going to find his kitchen in.
