Chapter Ten
Dean
After getting his boy dried off, Dean helped Logan limp back into the bedroom. Dean hated seeing his mate injured but as he’d been showering with his boy, Dean had checked the wound. Logan was healing even if it wasn’t fast enough for Dean.
Logan was still a little cum-drunk but held on tight as Dean sat him on the edge of the bed.
He knelt in front of Logan, cupping his face. “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” Logan slurred. “I want you.”
“I know, baby. I’m still going to claim you. I just wanted to make sure that you are fully aware.”
“I’m—” Logan swallowed hard. “I’ve wanted this since I was old enough to know what having a mate meant.”
“Me too.” Dean chuckled. “Lucifer and I used to talk about having a mate. What it might be like.”
“Are you disappointed?” Logan asked quietly.
“In you? Never!” Dean shook Logan. “Never! Do you hear me? I’m so proud to have you as my mate.”
“I…I haven’t told you everything,” Logan confessed. He dropped his gaze before looking away.
“There’s nothing you could tell me that would ever make me not want you,” Dean told him. He couldn’t imagine anything that his sweet boy had to say would change his mind. It didn’t matter what or who Logan might have done in the past. Logan was his perfect match. Promised to him by the fates.
“I…” Logan began to shake.
“Baby!” Dean pulled Logan against his chest. “Whatever it is, it’s all okay. I promise you!”
Logan pushed gently at Dean’s chest. “Third drawer on the right side of the dresser. All the way in the back.”
His boy was hiding something? Dean kissed Logan’s forehead then backed up. He didn’t waste time drawing this out. Not with Logan becoming visibly upset. Yanking open the third drawer, Dean spotted the lace, silk, and satin items pushed against the back. He reached in and pulled out a sexy pair of pink panties with white lace around the edges grinning.
Logan couldn’t be any more perfect for him.
“Are these what you are scared about?” Dean asked as he turned.
Logan’s face was beet red while he nodded.
“Sexy.” Dean whistled. “I can’t wait to see them on you. To dress my pretty boy and knowing I’m the only one that gets to see you.”
Slowly Logan lifted his head. Their gazes met.
Dean nodded. “I’m serious.”
“You…you don’t mind my…pretties?”
He strode forward with purpose. “I love your pretties. Daddy wants you to wear these around me all the time.” Dean knelt again. “But I get the feeling that you haven’t shared this with anyone else.”
Logan shook his head.
“Why not?” Dean asked gently. He didn’t want to push his boy, but he needed to know. “I’ve seen both Bryce and Nate wearing diapers. I also walked in on Lawson being Drake’s cock warmer. I’d think that your family would accept that you like to wear these.” He placed the panties on the bed next to Logan.
“I think they will,” Logan whispered. “But how do I know for sure? My mama and father didn’t want me once I told them I was gay. I wouldn’t survive it if my family here…if they sent me away.”
His poor baby. Having to hide something that was so important to him. “I’ve got your back. Always. And you don’t have to tell anyone if you aren’t ready.”
“I could wear them though.” Logan ran his fingers over the gorgeous silk next to him. “Sometimes?”
“I would love that,” Dean said sincerely. “I would love to help you put those on every morning. As often as you want.”
Logan fell into him.
Dean dropped back onto his ass to hold his boy close to his chest. Logan nuzzled his face into Dean’s neck. Dean had lost his towel and so had Logan, their naked skin pressing together as Logan practically strangled Dean with his tight hold.
“I’ve got you, honey,” Dean cooed. “And I’m so glad you told me.”
“It was scary,” Logan admitted, his words muffled against Dean. “I didn't know how I was going to hide them from you. If I would have to give up my pretties.”
“Never. Don’t hide anything from me.” Dean forced Logan’s head up so Logan had to meet his eyes. “Do you hear me?”
“Yes,” Logan replied. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be sorry. I’m just glad that you trusted me. We’ll take it slow with your family.”
“Okay,” Logan agreed. “Do you still want to mate with me?”
“I do.” Dean smiled. “I really do.”
Logan returned his smile before kissing Dean.
Dean took control of the kiss, forcing his tongue inside Logan’s mouth. Logan squirmed until he was straddling Dean’s waist. Dean encouraged his boy to hump against him. Dean was already hard, but he needed Logan to be desperate for him again.
Using his magic, Dean wrapped a lightness spell around his boy. He picked Logan up easily as he rose to his feet.
“Oh!” After ripping his mouth away, Logan peered at Dean with his big eyes.
“Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable,” Dean told him.
“Bed?” Logan asked as Dean laid him down.
“I plan to take my time with you, baby. I’m too old to be doing anything on the floor.”
“You’re not old,” Logan argued.
His sweet boy had no idea of Dean’s age. He’d have to share it with Logan later. First, he had things that needed to be done. Neither of them was leaving that bed until they were mated. Noah had even gone back to the apartment for the night to give them more privacy.
Logan scooted up the mattress before beckoning Dean forward. “You have a promise to keep.”
Yes, he did. Dean crawled up the bed to settle between Logan’s spread legs. Dean ran his palm up Logan’s leg to his crotch. Logan’s hard dick was such a gorgeous sight. Dean couldn’t wait to dress up that package in some pretty lace. “Are you ready for me?”
“I’m ready. You already stretched me. Don’t make me wait!” Logan begged.
Dean continued to stroke Logan’s shaft as he pulled open the drawer where he’d stashed the lube the day before. He pulled out the bottle as Logan watched him.
Logan shuddered.
Releasing Logan’s dick, Dean slicked two fingers before probing Logan’s hole once again. He’d used the shower gel earlier, but Dean wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt his mate.
Logan’s body sucked in his two fingers. Yes, he was still loose.
Dean covered his cock with more lube before he grabbed Logan’s uninjured leg and pushed it up to Logan’s chest.
Logan wrapped his arm around his knee as he nodded.
“This is forever,” Dean promised. “I will always be by your side to take care of you. We’ll be partners every step of the way.” He wrapped his slick hand around the base of his cock as he pressed the tip inside.
“Partners. Forever. I’ll take care of you too,” Logan told him.
“My boy.” Dean pushed going deep with one smooth glide. He groaned as his cock was practically strangled but Logan’s tight hole.
Logan arched his back as he cried out in extasy.
Dean pulled out then eased back inside.
Logan lifted his hips.
Logan’s body was tight around his cock. Dean pulled back then slammed inside. He repeated the move again and then again. He slammed hard, rocking the entire bed.
His boy clung to him as he rode Dean’s shaft like a madman.
He’d been planning to take his time, but he was still riled from the shower and he needed his claim to be permanent on Logan. Dean couldn’t hold back. Even as much as he wanted to. He knew that he should be careful with Logan’s wound.
They reached a hard and fast rhythm that quickly brought Dean to the edge of climax.
Logan panted under him. Opening his eyes, lion Logan was evident in that gaze. The animal side of Logan wanting to get out.
“Bite me!” Dean ordered. He wasn’t going to last much longer.
Logan roared as his eye-teeth dropped.
Dean folded his boy’s body up so he could plunge deep while giving Logan access to his neck.
There was a slight sharp bite of pain as Logan’s teeth pierced his skin.
“Logan!” Dean grunted out his mate’s name as his orgasm hit. He grabbed the right side of Logan's throat with his palm, wishing for his mark to flow from his magic.
The magic whirled around them. Pulsed. The bond settling and strengthening.
The missing pieces of Dean’s soul clicked into place as contentment like he’d never felt before filled him.
Logan released his bite as he yowled and cum shot from his cock.
Throwing his head back, Dean yelled his own release. He filled Logan, his boy, his mate, with his seed until Dean was drained dry.
That was all Dean could handle.
He managed to ease out of Logan before he fell to the side.
Beside him, Logan panted with a red face and a smile that Dean had never seen on the boy’s face before. Dean turned onto his side before he pulled Logan into his overheated body.
With a wave of his hand, Dean cleaned the two of them up.
Logan began to giggle. “Magic is so cool.”
He’d normally have gotten up and cleaned Logan himself. Not being able to feel his legs cautioned him that he could spoil his boy at a later date. This time Dean would bask in the fact that he’d claimed Logan, and Logan had claimed him, that they were mates.
On the bedside table, his phone chimed.
Logan knew, just knew, that it would be Noah who messaged him.
The familiar would have felt the moment that the bond with Logan had slid into place.
They were family now.
Mates.
For better or worse.
And Dean would do whatever it took to keep his mate safe.