“I know. I promise I won’t do it again, but you have to promise me you’ll be careful about putting yourself in danger.”
Kieran beamed at Logan. “Promise. Now do we have time for a little hanky-panky?”
Chapter 35
Entering their suite’s bathroom, Dakota immediately understood why Kieran told them no hanky-panky—if ever there was a shower built for it, he was staring at it. “Babe,” he called to his mate, “you have to see this.”
“Holy fuck!” Slate exclaimed, after joining his mate in the bathroom. “Thirty minutes will be cutting it close, but babe, there isn’t any way we won’t be doing hanky-panky in there.”
Giggling, Dakota stripped in record time, turned on the multiple jets and shower heads and then stepped into a glass shower big enough for an orgy.
Slate stood there, naked, tugging his hard dick, lusting for his mate’s body as rivers of water gushed over it from all directions, ending in a cascade flowing down Dakota’s legs.
“We can’t do any hanky-panky if you stay out there,” Dakota teased, rubbing shower gel over his muscles.
Growling, Slate joined his mate in the shower and immediately grabbed Dakota’s cock, stroking it until it was hard and leaking. Then he knelt before it and, looking up into Dakota’s eyes, parted his lips and playfully tongued his mate’s cock tip.
The sexual heat Dakota saw in Slate’s eyes fanned the fire within him, causing his legs to shake and forcing him to brace himself against his mate’s shoulders. Glancing down at his cock, he whimpered at the sight of Slate’s tongue teasing it as his mate continued the slow torture. Moaning when he felt his cock sucked into Slate’s mouth, Dakota felt his need build until he was on the edge, but dammit, his mate wasn’t going to push him over yet, he was sure of it because Slate loved to tease.Each time he was on the point of coming, Slate varied his tactics, making Dakota start over again. His mate was a master at edging—perfect for Dakota who loved the build-up and denial.
By listening to the intensity of Dakota’s moans and cries, Slate knew exactly when he was at his peak of need. He lowered his head over Dakota’s cock, nestling his nose in the hair at its base. Fondling his mate’s balls while bobbing faster and faster, Slate tightened his lips, giving Dakota’s cock the delicious friction it craved. Reaching back with one of the fingers caressing his mate’s nuts, he pressed it against Dakota’s taint, finally igniting his mate’s orgasm.
Shot after shot of cum filled Slate’s mouth as Dakota fell over the edge, savoring the most delicious orgasm he ever had. When his balls were drained, Dakota felt his legs give out and he started to crumple to the shower floor, only to be caught by his mate’s muscled arms, pulling him against Slate’s chest, where he fainted.
Grinning when he realized what happened, Slate lifted Dakota onto the counter, toweling him dry before carrying him to the bedroom where he sat him at the foot of the bed. Wrapping a blanket around them, Slate hugged Dakota, realizing how lucky he was to be given someone who was perfect for him in every way. Not only did his mate relish edging, but easily surrendered and trusted Slate to know when he’d reached his limit. Smiling tenderly at Dakota, Slate loved his mate with a depth he never knew existed and vowed to always treasure what the Fates had bestowed on him.
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By the time Slate and Dakota made it back to Logan’s suite, the food was cold, just as Kieran predicted. Red cheeks graced Dakota’s face as he saw the smirks andsmiles on everyone’s face. Grateful when Kieran said nothing, but just ordered more food for them, he smiled and thanked him softly.
Luckily for Slate, everyone had calmed down, so he could actually follow what was being said. As he listened to Theo tell Dakota about different foods he’d tried in Scotland, Slate noticed a difference in both him and Norman from a month ago. Both had put on weight, filling in the gauntness he’d seen in their faces when they were rescued, and frequent laughter expressed their happiness. Love between the two had also blossomed—Norman was ever so protective of Theo, always standing near him and shifting positions to keep him guarded.
If he thought Theo and Norman had recovered, Kieran was otherworldly—with brilliance that eclipsed the sun; what really struck him, though, was the power he felt radiating from him. This wasn’t any ordinary power and he wondered if it had been given to Kieran when he mated Logan, since he didn’t have it in Tajikistan. That seemed a valid conclusion; Steel never mentioned it to him and if Slate was right about the source of Kieran’s power, Jackson was in for a big surprise when his brother and mate came home.
Then his attention turned to Fionn, an underage dragon that had the saddest eyes he’d ever seen, set in a pale thin face, showing months if not years of malnutrition. Even though Kieran always included him in conversations—even if it was just asking his opinion—Slate could see the loneliness wrapped around him like a cloak, protecting him from the dark side of life. But there was also mental strength to him that belied his fragile appearance, making Fionn no push-over as his father found out.
During a lull in the conversation, Slate said, “Colton, I haven’t offered my congratulations to you and Ian. Thelast time I saw you in Mexico, both of you seemed a little pre-occupied. My mate said you have a pup on the way so congratulations on that too.”
“Thanks. Jackson is laughing his ass off at me because I seem to have a bad case of worry-itis. Ian tells me it’ll disappear in about five months,” said Colton.
“Hey, Logan,” Dakota called out, “Congratulations to you and Kieran on your pregnancy.”
“Thanks,” Kieran said, as Logan pulled him over to sit on his lap. “My mate said I could design the nursery for our squirt so I’ve been buying all kinds of stuff I plan on using in there.”
“A lot of pink stuff like a pink bear, a pink wolf and a pink dragon,” Theo said, “I didn’t even know they came in that color.”
“Of course they come in pink, everything comes in pink!” exclaimed Kieran, rolling his eyes.
“Why pink? Are you having a girl?” asked Slate.
“Nope, we’re having a little Kieran,” Logan said, hugging his mate, “lots and lots of little Kierans!”
Noticing Slate’s confusion, Dakota said, “Pink is Kieran’s favorite color.”
Theo explained, “Everything he owns is pink, lots and lots of different shades of pink.”
“Yeah,” said Fionn, “be careful if he offers to help you shop for clothes because I guarantee you’ll end up with pink underwear.”
Giggling, Kieran looked at his friend. “But you look so sexy in pink briefs.”
