“No, why do you ask?”
“It seems he can make animals appear,” Steel said.
“In what way?” asked Oracle.
“I’m not sure, but this morning I found a rabbit…the same one he talked to outside…in his bedroom and it happened again just a few minutes ago. Jackson and I are worried he might get hurt if a larger, wild animal materializes instead of a fuzzy bunny.”
“The last time…were you watching him? Did he do anything unusual?” Maximus asked.
“Unfortunately, no. What can we do, Dad?”
“I’m not sure…Mystia will be back at dinnertime and I can ask her.”
“Thanks. In the meantime, I’m not letting Daniel out of my sight.”
“Probably a good idea,” Maximus agreed. “I’ll call you after I see Mystia.”
“Fine. Bye Mom, Dad.” Steel ended the call after his parents said their good-byes. A disturbing thought crossed his mind:What if Mystia can’t give me the answers I need to protect my son?
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Rolling over, Dakota opened his eyes, giving a sleepy smile to the brown eyes watching him. Cupping the face he loved with his hand, he brushed his lips across Slate’s. “Hi there,” he murmured.
“Hi, yourself, did you have a good nap?” asked Slate.
“Mmmm, especially because you were in bed with me,” Dakota replied.
“How’s your nausea? Gone?”
Lowering his hand to his belly, Dakota rubbed it. “Yup, but I think our bean is hungry.”
“I’m not surprised. I’ll call Ian and find out what’d be good to eat after morning sickness.”
“Not necessary. All I want is toast and jelly along with a bottle of water.”
“Just that?” asked Slate.
“Uh-huh. For now.”
“How about some broth, also?”
“Yeah, that’s good, too,” Dakota said. “While you order, I’m going to take a quick shower.”
“Need a hand?”
Grinning, Dakota felt his cock harden at the lust swirling in his mate’s eyes. Reaching down, he palmed his mate’s jeans-covered bulge, loving the groan he elicited. “I thinkyouneed the hand, babe.”
His mate was right. Rubbing his cock against Dakota’s, Slate thrust his tongue inside his mate’s mouth, hungry for a taste of his essence. When Dakota began a slow, sensuous, tongue dance, fire ignited in Slate’s balls. His nut sack tightened, threatening a release of his pent up desire.
Eating and showering now on a back burner, Dakota’s hands itched to feel Slate’s skin. Tearing off his mate’s t-shirt, he moaned as his fingers found the muscled chest belonging to the man who was devouring his mouth. Wanting more, he pulled open Slate’s jeans, sliding his hand into them, fisting the cock it encountered. Swallowing his mate’s moans, he became almost giddy with power at being able to pleasure his mate so well.
Breaking away from the lips he loved, Slate groaned, “Babe, I need to be in you now.”
Smiling sexily at his mate, Dakota crooned, “So, take me.”
Not waiting a second more, Slate wriggled out of his jeans before removing Dakota’s. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed the lube, then, kneeling between his mate’s legs, poured some on his hands. Staring at Dakota’s half-closed eyes and puffy lips, Slate growled. Quickly coating his cock, he spread his knees apart, forcing Dakota’s legs to open wide, exposing a visual feast for Slate’s eyes that triggered him to begin stroking his cock. Slate’s eyes moved down until they found Dakota—pumping his cock in time to his.
Looking further, Slate saw his cock’s destination winking at him as Dakota’s body responded to the stroking. Placing his hand on top of Dakota’s, joining the action, Slate grinned at the moans coming from his mate. Intent on upping the game, he cupped Dakota’s ball sack, softly rolling his nuts in his hand and then, tracing his finger down below them, reached the place his cock would find relief.
