“Fionn. I know. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Fuck! Fleeing my mate before he could even say hello was a piss poor thing to do. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just needed some…”
“Pet, don’t. It doesn’t matter why you left; only that you came back to me…willingly. That’s what’s important. Thanks for that. I promise never to do anything to cause you to think you made a mistake by returning.”
Rolling over, Fionn cupped his mate’s handsome face and then leaned in, outlining Hunter’s lips with his tongue, relishing how soft they were. When his efforts proved successful and his mate’s lips parted, Fionn’s tongue darted in, seeking to taste his essence.
Momentarily surprised, Hunter nevertheless took control, sucking Fionn’s tongue in, lightly biting it as he felt it retreat—a warning for his mate not to leave.
Fionn’s cock hardened when he felt the light bite, enjoying the control Hunter was exerting over him. Thrusting his tongue back in and finding his mate’s, Fionn grinned. His mate loved playing rough, just what he always dreamed of—someone who enjoyed giving and receiving some pain in their lovemaking. Thrusting his cock against his mate’s, Fionn found it hard and was unable to stop his hips from grinding against it. Swallowing Hunter’s moans, Fionn dueled with his mate’s tongue, teasing it as Hunter repeatedly tried to withdraw it. He was in control, that is, until Hunter flipped him on his back and, sitting astride him, grabbed their dicks together in his large fist. Moaning in pleasure at being cock-cuffed this way, he grinned, ready for the next round. Reaching up and squeezing his mate’s nipples hard, Fionn was rewarded when his mate gave him a predatory smile; they’d soon be climbing passion mountain again.
Chapter 22
Theo quietly shut his bedroom door. His pooh bear was still asleep but it was time for him to get breakfast started. Yawning, he headed downstairs, hoping he’d be working with Kota today since he missed his mentor.
“Hey, you look tired today. Late night?” asked Steel, meeting him at the bottom of the stairs.
“Pooh bear and I were up late helping Quin and Ki make stuff.” Theo yawned again, following Steel to the kitchen.
“What stuff?”
“Glass candle holders. It was Ki’s idea and they turned out really good.”
“Love to see them,” Steel said, pushing open the kitchen door. “What are they…What the fuck!” Steel stopped suddenly, his eyes taking in the mess on the floor. “Who the hell did this?”
Bumping into Steel, Theo reached out to steady himself first, before peeking around him. “Oh my goodness! What happened?”
Taking a couple of steps inside, Steel stared at the broken glass, pickles, mayonnaise and venison splattered on the floor. Footprints led to the doorway, then disappeared. Scoping out the rest of the kitchen, Steel spotted a backpack on the island. “Theo, can you get a broom and a mop? I’ll try to wipe up the mess and pick up all the big pieces of glass.”
“Sure,” Theo said, eyeing the backpack.
Grabbing a roll of paper towels, Steel got to work, mumbling curses at the person who’d destroyed the kitchen he’d cleaned so thoroughly yesterday. Fifteenminutes later, the floor gleamed once again. Satisfied Dakota would be happy—meaning he wouldn’t get shit from Slate—Steel grabbed the backpack and held it up. “Do you know who this belongs to?”
Nodding, Theo said, “I’m pretty sure it’s Fi’s.”
“So I can assume Fionn is back, huh?”
“I guess, unless he got frightened and went back to his hoard.”
“Oh, shit, look at what time it is.” Shaking his head, Steel placed the backpack on one of the island’s chairs. “We better get going on breakfast. Jackson can sort this out later.”
Opening the fridge, Theo asked, “Same as yesterday? I was going to make Miss L’s frittata but it’s getting late.”
“Let’s just do simple and fast,” Steel said. “Hopefully, Dakota will be back tomorrow and you won’t have a mess to clean up first.”
Grinning at the news, Theo began rounding up the breakfast ingredients.
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Wrinkling his nose at the overwhelming smell of cum in the room, Fionn opened his heavy lids, grinning as he remembered the night of passion he and his mate enjoyed. Their claiming started it off and from there on he and Hunter were trying different positions, coming multiple times until finally, at dawn, they fell into an exhausted sleep. Now, inhaling the scent of their combined cum, Fionn felt his cock harden, but there wasn’t any way his poor hole could take his mate’s cock again, at least not for a few hours.My mouth, though, is working just fine.
Rolling over, Fionn wriggled down the sheets until he was staring at Hunter’s semi-hard cock. Fingering the piercing that had pleasured him so much last night, he decided to do his nipples with gold rings. Smirking, he knew his dragon would love it, as would he, especially when his mate played with them while they fucked. Grasping the base of Hunter’s cock, Fionn leaned in, tonguing the slit before laving the rim and sucking the tip into his mouth. His hand moved slowly up and down the shaft while his tongue did the same to the head. He’d never given a blow job before but Ki told him to just do what he’d like done to his own cock. As he felt Hunter’s cock begin to swell, Fionn remembered some more advice from Theo, and began to hum.
Holy shit!Waking up to a blowjob was paradise for Hunter. Growling with pleasure at the vibrations from Fionn’s mouth, he grasped his mate’s hair, burying his fingers in it, wanting more of that talented act. When he felt Fionn’s teeth gently tickle the rim before sucking in more of his cock, his hips jerked forward, seeking the fiery heat inside his mate’s mouth. Forcing his body to remain still, Hunter felt a tingling sensation in his groin as his self-imposed denial sped up his orgasm. “Pet! Pet!” he gasped as he came, his multiple spasms filling his mate’s mouth with cream.
Swallowing it all, Fionn continued sucking until his mate’s balls had nothing left in them. Then, starting at the root, he slowly began to work his way up the softening shaft, licking his mate’s cock clean until it finally slid from his mouth. Moving back up the bed, he propped himself up on his mate’s chest, slowly running his tongue over his lips.
Hunter chuckled. “You look like the cat who ate the canary.”
