Chapter Forty-Eight
Derick
Walking into the bedroom, Derick eyed his husband, who was stripping in a way that suggested he remained annoyed with him. Derick understood it, but he didn’t have to like it. His need to protect his family had come the moment he’d held Silas in his arms. It had expanded with each new son. They might not have been his biological children, but that made no difference to the love he had for each of them. The man who he’d claimed as his mate, against all the odds, got it. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t make Derick suffer a little more for going against his wishes and paying a visit to that scumbag.
“How did it go with Booker?” he asked, clicking the door closed behind him as he continued to watch Lane’s ass sway seductively to the closet. A sight he’d never tire of or stop finding arousing. He adjusted himself before going to sit on the bed, knowing the teasing and driving him crazy with lust could continue for days, as punishment for not talking about his plan to support Booker. He held back a sigh and took off his loafers. Would he change what he’d done? No. But talking to Lane first would have been a wise move. He removed his socks and, standing to remove the rest of his clothes, he watched Lane as he continued to torment him with his sexy, lean body. Despite his age and love of cake, Lane’s body still enticed Derick to taste, touch and devour it in hungry bites.
“What did you say to that A-hole?” He looked over his shoulder, beautiful eyes pinning him with a look that said he’d pay for any bullshit.
Derick hated to disappoint this man as much as their sons did. Lane had a wonderful ability to make them all feel like crap for actions he didn’t approve of without so much as a cross word. He envied his husband for it. It was also something Lane had used in business and balanced out Derick’s rougher edges.
“All I did was explain that I’ve got insurance, evidence of what he’s been getting up to with a certain omega across the other side of town. And if he didn’t want his wife to read about it in the local tabloids, he needed to stay the fuck away from Booker, Frey and Emmy.”
Lane’s shapely brows arched. “So you didn’t lay a finger on him?”
Derick heaved a sigh at how much he’d wanted to punch the fucker’s lights out but resisted because of the very man coming towards him, giving him a searching look .
“No. I told you, I wanted to, but it’s always better to go with something they value more. And hitting him would have only given me satisfaction for a few seconds.”
It was the truth. As much as he wanted to ram the asshole’s teeth down his throat, seeing Booker crush his balls had to suffice, not that he was going to tell Lane that. Booker had the right to make the man suffer, if only a little. “That fuckhead is all about pride. To take that away from him would be the worst thing…”
Derick gave Lane a devilish grin and tugged him to him, wrapping his arms loosely around his waist, inhaling his warm scent. “That and take back every red cent we paid him to sign the adoption papers. The law is very clear, no money should exchange hands when it comes to shifter children in adoptions.” His nostrils flared in anger at how the fucking law makers had no issue selling divergent children.
Lane reached up and cupped Derick’s face. “Don’t. I can see exactly where your thoughts are heading. We have made a wonderful family despite what society deems ‘appropriate or correct’. We will continue to support divergents anyway we can. It’s who we are.”
“How did I get so lucky, my love?” Derick murmured before taking Lane’s mouth in a hot, hungry kiss. His heart beat for this man. He’d taken it the moment Derick had laid eyes on him and in the forty years they’d been married, nothing had changed.
Lane groaned and eased back, his arousal painting Derick’s thigh. His lips were glossy and his skin wore a flush of desire .
“You were always good at fighting dirty.” Lane gave him a seductive smile, eyes gleaming with wickedness. “I’m not sure I’ve forgiven you yet.”
Fingertips trailed down the silver hair covering Derick’s chest until they rested on a nipple. He gently squeezed, then licked at his lips, making Derick’s system hum with anticipation right as Lane twisted the budded flesh painfully.
Derick moaned in pleasure, arching into the touch, wanting more, then the fingers let go, leaving him needy. He groaned anew when Lane took a step back, then another. His arousal poked towards Derick, one he wanted to taste enough that he’d beg if he had to. But that wasn’t part of this game. “I believe I prefer you lying on the bed… tied up so you can’t interfere.”
Heat poured through his body like lava rolling straight down to his throbbing shaft, which bucked in total agreement at what his lover planned to do.
Lane tapped at his lower glossy lip, his hooded eyes roaming over Derick’s body with a satisfaction that made Derick’s heart tremble with love—with need. Yet, he remained where he was. He’d played this game many times and his love would give him what he wanted… but only after he’d made him suffer in the best possible way.
“Spread eagle, tied up and blindfolded… yes, that will do nicely. For starters…” Lane all but cooed at him, getting Derick walking to the bed, his heavy cock bouncing as his eagerness matched his anticipation of what Lane would do to make him beg .
Fuck, he loved his husband, and hoped his boys, those who remained single, would be as lucky to find someone who matched their souls.
They all deserved that.