Fionn was pressed against the wall, eavesdropping, as Logan and Groose talked about the men at the club last night. He hoped none of his friends would come looking for him after realizing he hadn’t returned from the bathroom, but it was a chance he had to take. So far he’d found out the two men who held him against his will were mercenaries—hired guns—and Fionn knew who hired them even if Logan didn’t.
He snorted to himself as he listened to Logan and Groose discuss the possibility of the men leaving Fionn alone after their failed attempt. He knew they’d never quit—unless his father called them off—because they’d never get a penny from the bastard otherwise. Keeping him in this hotel might work for the short term but he wouldn’t even bet on that because his father was always coming up with a new plan. Shaking his head, Fionn knew as long as he had his hoard he was a target.
When he heard what he needed to know, he slinked away, careful not to make any noise. While he wasn’t proud of secretly listening, he justified it because his life was in danger and knowledge was the best weapon he could use against his father. The asshole was getting desperate—last night had confirmed that—and Fionn was sure the next attack would be worse. If he was lucky, he’d be gone before his father came up with a new plan. As he headed back to the living room, Fionn prayed to the gods that the Blackwood Pack would keep him safe when he finally arrived.
Spotting Fionn, Kieran chirped, “Hey, we were just deciding on a movie, so any preferences? I like romance or maybe a rom-com, Theo loves gay porn and Norman loves sci-fi…”
“I donotlike gay porn…” protested Theo.
“Oh yes, you do,” Norman said.
“I know everyone loves gay porn,” said Theo, “I meant it’s not what I watch with other people.”
“Why not?” asked Kieran. “You should do it with Norman. You know, ‘don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it’ kind of thing. Norm, would you watch gay porn with Theo?”
“Of course, what other way is there for us to learn new things to try?” Norman said.
“See, Theo, it’s good for you,” Kieran said, “but maybe we should watch something else…Fionn, you’ll be the tiebreaker. Romance, rom com, sci-fi, adventure…pick one.”
“I like sci-fi adventure,” replied Fionn.
“Oh my gods, I know just the perfect one for a rainy day…it’s the best film ever,” Norm said.
“Great,” said Logan, coming into the living room and sitting down next to his mate. “I need something to take my mind off this miserable weather.”
“Ohhh, I know exactly what will help you,” Kieran said, grinning.
“I bet you do, but no, I’m in the mood for a movie,” said Logan leaning in to his mate, whispering, “I want to keep Fionn’s mind off what happened yesterday.”
Winking at Logan, Kieran said to Norman, “Okay, my mate wants a movie, so a movie it is.”
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With his mate spooning him, Dakota smiled at being in a luxurious bed, 30,000 feet in the air. The whole experience was something out of a fairy tale or maybe more like a five-star hotel, with impeccable service, delicious food, a shower big enough for both of them to have some fun in and finally…The. Bed. Soft on top, firm below, perfect for fucking—and his mate made sure it got a workout. Dakota would remember his initiation into the ‘Mile High Club’ for as long as he lived though, in this case, it was more like six miles high.
Giggling at how the turbulence that shook the tail of the plane added a whole new dimension to fucking, Dakota felt each of his mate’s thrusts wildly enhanced by the up-and-down movement of the bed. His orgasm had been unbelievable; it seemed his balls had a never-ending supply of cum. He was sure the plane’s motion had something to do with it. Wondering if a vibrating bed would give the same effect, he decided to ask Logan about it later. If it did, he was ordering one as soon as they got home.
Dakota listened to Slate’s breathing as his mate slept, knowing he should be asleep too, but his mind was racingwith everything that happened to him in so short a period of time. The swiftness with which he’d accepted Slate and the unexpected pregnancy that followed worried him, but his wolf was happy—at this moment snoozing peacefully with his mate’s wolf wrapped around him—and that gave him strength to embrace the changes in his life. His hand moved down to his belly, still flat, but that would change. He knew his bean was in there. Growing.
Chapter 34
“Wake up babe, we’ll be landing in an hour,” Slate murmured in Dakota’s ear.
Dakota, still half asleep, rolled over and smiled at his mate before snuggling against Slate’s chest and promptly fell back into his dream world.
Chuckling, Slate knew what would wake his mate up. Reaching down, he grasped Dakota’s semi-hard cock, tugging at it until it lengthened. His mate’s moan made him grin as he stroked the now turgid cock, using the pre-cum leaking from the tip as lubricant. Keeping his hand rhythm slow and varied, Slate kept teasing his mate about things to come when he awoke. Dakota’s moans grew louder and stronger; he finally rolled onto his back, eyes wide open, filled with need. Slate then lowered his mouth onto his mate’s cock, swirling his tongue around it and into the slit, lapping up Dakota’s essence.
Holy fucking shit! What a way to wake up.As soon as his cock was surrounded by Slate’s warm, wet mouth, Dakota’s hips jumped, thrusting more of his cock into his personal heaven. When he felt hands stilling his hips, Dakota knew he was going to be tormented before being allowed to come. His cock grew harder under the slow assault of his mate’s mouth, driving him to the edge but never over it. Whimpering and crying out in need, he begged Slate to let him come.
Letting his mate’s cock slide from his mouth, Slate quickly sucked a finger, making it slick with his saliva. Wrapping his lips around Dakota’s cock again, and pressing his wet finger on the nerves around his mate’s pucker, he drove him closer to his orgasm. Not ready to let Dakota explode yet, Slate’s head movement slowed, but his lips tightened around his mate’s cock as hepressed hard with his finger until it broke through the tight muscles of Dakota’s pucker.
He was in hell—no, he was in heaven—Dakota wasn’t sure just where he was. His body was on fire, his orgasm so close?he needed it so badly, yet his mate was keeping it from him. Frantically, Dakota gripped the sheets, keening with need, his unfocused eyes wild with lust. He felt his mate’s finger jiggling his prostate, then pressing it firmly, sending him into oblivion as his cum shot down Slate’s throat.
After swallowing all his mate had to offer, Slate kept the softening cock in his mouth, gently licking up all the bits of cum he could find before letting it slide out. Lying back down, he rolled Dakota over onto his chest, keeping his arms tight around his mate, and sighed. This is what had been missing from his life—someone who’d love him for who he was—and now he had it. Slate had finally found the happiness he’d been searching for since childhood.
Paul’s discreet knock on the bedroom door broke the spell and Slate realized they’d be landing in Edinburgh in thirty minutes. Caressing Dakota’s back, he said, “Good morning, lover.”
Dakota lifted his head until he was gazing at Slate’s gorgeous face. “Good morning and thanks for the unique wake-up call. Was that part of my graduation from the ‘Mile High Club’?”
