Pressing on the nerves surrounding the pucker, a deep groan echoed in the room as his mate pushed against him, seeking more. Pressing in, his finger popped through the ring of muscles into a fiery, velvet furnace. Slowly pushing in, then pulling back a bit, Slate loved watching the emotions fleeting across Dakota’s face. Repeating his erotic massage several times, he finally heard his mate hoarsely cry “More! I need more!”
With a smile that could only be described as feral, Slate added another finger, pushing in and brushing over Dakota’s prostate. Listening to his name bouncing off the walls as his mate’s hips shot off the bed, Slate fought off his own release. Desperate now to be in Dakota, he jerked out his fingers and lifting his mate’s legs, Slate lined uphis cock and thrust in, overcoming the resistance, before breaking through. Pausing once his tip was inside, he waited until he felt Dakota’s muscles relax on his cock. Then slowly entering until his balls were kissing his mate’s cheeks, he stopped—trying to resist the tingling starting at the base of his spine.
With Slate’s cock now up to the hilt, Dakota panted as he felt his body welcome the turgid intruder. The burn had faded and now he had an itch for motion. Pushing his hips down, he groaned, loving the fullness and connection.
Grinning at his beautiful mate, Slate pulled back slightly as he watched Dakota’s eyes widen, turning almost black with lust. Then, snapping his hips, he pushed in, brushing the spot guaranteed to…Ah, yes, there it is…as his mate’s back arched. Rolling his hips at a leisurely pace to build the fire in his mate, Slate lowered his body until his tongue licked Dakota’s lips and, when they parted, he accepted the invitation to enter and found within the taste he never could get enough of.
Dakota was being driven insane by the unhurried pace of his mate’s movements. Capturing Slate’s lower lip in his teeth, Dakota bit down hard while raising his hips, burying his mate deeper within him. Hearing his mate grunt from the bite, Dakota’s lips morphed into a wicked smile, whispering, “Faster and harder, or I swear your lip won’t be the only thing I bite.”
A depraved smile formed on Slate’s face, loving the rough play his mate was demanding. Bracing his hands on either side of Dakota’s hips, Slate thrust hard and fast into his mate, grunting as his cock repeatedly sank into the hot tunnel. Shifting slightly, he kept up the rhythm, intent on giving his mate what he wanted.
Oh, my fucking gods! Writhing under his mate, primal sounds erupted from Dakota’s chest as Slate gave him therough fucking he’d been craving ever since Slate’s rescue. Though Ian had given Slate a clean bill of health after he recovered, Dakota had held his need in check—but no longer. Grabbing Slate’s biceps for leverage, Dakota’s hips rose to meet each thrust, filling himself deeper and deeper with Slate’s now-raging cock. When it hit his prostate, Dakota’s back arched off the bed, his body ablaze as he fisted his cock, hoping to quench the flames.
But Slate’s heated gaze only added fuel to the fire, forcing Dakota to close his eyes as he fought to control his need. He felt his mate’s hot tongue flicking along his jaw until it reached his cheek, then a long lick followed by Slate’s teeth sinking into his mating scar. Dakota’s eyes flashed open. “Slaaaate...” he screamed as his cum gushed its creamy essence over both of them.
Responding to the cascade of jism, Slate’s balls drew up; on the verge of shooting their own juices. Dakota’s ass muscles tightened and Slate howled. No longer able to stem his orgasm, he lifted himself to gaze at the beautiful face of the man who’d changed his world. Hard-thrusting into his mate’s ass, he filled it with spurts of cum. “Holy fuck!” Collapsing, Slate rolled to his side, pulling Dakota with him, burying his nose in the crook of Dakota’s neck, inhaling the scent that meant home, knowing he’d never get enough of it.
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After Steel and Daniel had left the room, Jackson said, “Before I remove baba, there are a couple of things I need to go over with both of you.”
“Good, so do we,” replied Cody. “Penn called me about Fionn. There’s an upcoming hearing about his uncle’s custody claim. Since Dylon and I both have to attend, would you watch Jake and Jessica for us?”
“Of course,” Jackson said. “Logan already told me about it this morning and I was going to remind you about it.”
“Yeah, Penn explained everything,” said Cody. “He didn’t see any problem, so I think it’s more of a formality, than anything else.”
“Huh, weird,” Jackson said, “I got the impression it could go either way.”
“Not according to Penn. He has the evidence and witness to prove Fionn is an adult,” Cody said.
Shrugging, Jackson said, “Maybe Fionn is worried about nothing. Anyway, the next thing is that I got an email this morning from a shifter who heard about your home for boys.”
“How young is he?” asked Dylon.
“No, no. He’s a teacher and wanted to know if you were hiring,” Jackson said.
Cody exchanged glances with Dylon, before answering. “Maybe. To be honest, we haven’t discussed what to do about schooling. I’m not sure it’s a good idea sending them to a regular school until there’s some evaluation of the level of education they have…some might have received none. Also, some of the boys may have come from abusive homes and have self-control issues.”
“We should talk to him,” Dylon said. “It can’t hurt. We’re going to hire a psychologist so maybe we should think about a teacher too. He could help assess each boy and develop a plan so they could eventually integrate into a school.”
“It won’t hurt to interview him,” said Jackson. “Steel already has a crew remodeling the lower floor of your home for boys.”
“You’re right. Forward the email to me, will ya?” asked Cody.
“By the way,” said Dylon, “did he say how he learned about what we’re planning to do?”
“No, but that’d be a good question to ask him,” Jackson said, getting up from his chair. “I better take baba outside before Daniel gets back.”
“You better let me distract Jessica before you do that,” smirked Cody, looking at his daughter, who was playing with the rabbit.
“Good idea. I don’t know how, but I swear these three have their own language,” Jackson said.
“Gods forbid,” replied Cody, picking up his daughter and tickling her belly, “C’mon princess, time for a nap.”
Jackson waited until the twins had left before picking up the rabbit and taking him outside. Walking over to the edge of the forest, he set him down. “Go on. Your mate must be wondering where you’re always disappearing to.”
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