Chapter Twelve
Dean
Dean glanced over his shoulder to check on his mate. Logan was leaning against the base of his favorite tree with Noah sitting between his legs. Noah and Gage hadn’t stopped talking for at least half an hour. Dean was pretty sure that his mate was sound asleep. Not that it seemed to bother either feline.
There was a shout followed by laughter and Dean turned to see several of the other boys climbing the giant playset. Bryce, Nate, Cary, and Anton were at the top, throwing foam balls at River, Lawson, Sam, and Ansley as they tried to dodge while working on getting up to the top.
He felt Lucifer’s presence before his friend pressed against his back.
“There is so much love and acceptance here,” Lucifer commented.
“I agree.” Dean found his gaze drifting back to his mate as Lucifer stepped up resting his hip against the deck rail. “I always knew that but being a part of it…it’s more than I could have ever imagined.” He was so lucky that even with his disappearance, Logan hadn’t held it against him. Neither had the rest of the family. They just wanted Logan and him to be happy.
“Family.” Lucifer hummed as he rocked back on his heels. “They can be…”
Dean grasped Lucifer’s shoulder. “Michael?” It was always Michael. Lucifer’s older brother didn’t know how to keep his mouth shut.
“I don’t know why he acts so childish,” Lucifer admitted. “He made a bad impression on Cary and Gage and every time he sees them, it has gotten worse. I’m afraid that next time Gage might get his hands on Michael.”
“Michael is a dumbass but he wouldn’t hurt your mate,” Dean told him.
“It’s not Gage I’m worried about getting hurt. He’s fiercely protective over Cary. Michael might not survive, and I don’t want that. He’s an asshole but he’s, my asshole.”
“Michael needs something that’s just his,” Dean replied. “Someone to give his attention to that actually wants it.”
Lucifer nodded. “He needs something, all right.”
“I am very fond of your mates though,” Dean said. He didn’t want to ruin the evening by reminding Lucifer of his difficult brother.
“And you’re sure that there is no magical damage from that book?” Lucifer asked.
The first thing Dean did once they arrived at the big house was check over Cary and Gage. Both boys had been nervous meeting him nut Logan was there to smooth the way. Dean was used to people distrusting him because he was a mage.
“Noah and Gage will be attached at the hip soon. They’ll no doubt hang out when I start to train Cary in magic.”
“I can’t thank you enough for agreeing to take him on as an apprentice. I want the best for him, and we both know that is you.”
Dean appreciated the compliment but didn’t know how to respond. It wasn’t like Dean had done anything more than sharpen his natural talent. He’d been born powerful. That was why his old coven had wanted him.
“No thanks are necessary between us. Ever.” Lucifer was one person that Dean could call a true friend. “It will be good to see you and your mates more. I’ll keep a close eye on both.”
Lucifer nudged him. “We have mates.”
Dean couldn’t resist grinning as he was nearly giddy himself. “I still can’t believe it.”
“When they showed up, I thought that I had finally lost my mind.”
Dean laughed. “I can only imagine what a shock that must have been. To pop up in the middle of your office.”
“I was surprised.” Lucifer rolled his eyes. “My mates coming to me. A Christmas dream come true.”
“Gage is definitely one of a kind. Cary is the perfect little for you. They…they just fit, with you.”
“They are my perfect matches,” Lucifer agreed. “Just like I told you about your young lion.”
“I messed up,” Dean admitted. “I was so busy worrying about my coven coming after him that I ended up hurting him. I will be thankful every day that he forgave me.”
“Perfect match,” Lucifer commented.
“I get it now,” Dean confessed. There was no question that he had been living a half-life without Logan. “That doesn’t mean that I’m any less worried, especially now that you showed me that book.”
“What are you going to do with it?” Lucifer questioned.
“I need to look through it. See if I can strip the magic away,” Dean replied. “I don’t want it to fall in the hands of someone who knows how to use it. It’s a miracle your boys weren’t more hurt.”
“Yeah, I’m going to have some nightmares about that,” Lucifer confessed.
“They’re safe now.” Dean offered comforting words. He meant them though. “I just don’t know about the rest of us. I need to talk to Axel. This isn’t over. Not until the coven leaders are taken care of.”
“Let’s enjoy tonight,” Axel said, joining them. “Family meeting in the morning.” He glanced at Lucifer. “That includes you and your boys.”
“I’m a firm believer that you can never have too much family,” Lucifer said with a grin.
Axel snorted. “That says a lot coming from you. I’ve heard stories about your family.”
Dean nodded. Some of Lucifer’s brothers were infamous. And humans thought demons were the ones that created chaos. Not in Dean’s experience. Angels…angels were who you needed to look out for. Angels had been around for so long that they’d grown bored. If an angel wasn’t causing mischief, then something was wrong.
“They…” Lucifer grunted. “Are mostly true.”
“I figured.” Axel nudged Dean’s shoulder. “Drake is putting the steaks on the grill. You might want to wake up your mate. It takes him a few minutes to get his bearings.”
“I’ll do that,” Dean replied.
“I’ll come with you and see if I can wrangle Gage and Noah. I might ask Noah if he wants to come home with us tonight. Give you and your mate some privacy.”
Winking, Dean approved of this idea. He’d promised Logan some pretty jewelry and Levi had brought Dean what he needed.
“Oh! You already have something planned,” Lucifer teased as they made their way down the deck steps and across the yard.
“That I do,” Dean told him.
Gage spotted them first and his attention was drawn away from Noah. Noah glanced over and beamed wide.
Dean wasn’t wrong. He could already tell that the two feline shifters were going to be hard to separate. Not that Dean wanted to do that to them. With his taking Cary as an apprentice, they would be together nearly daily.
“It’s almost time for dinner.” Lucifer knelt beside his shifter mate.
Noah glanced from Dean to Logan. Dean lowered himself to the ground then pulled Noah into his lap. Even in human form, Noah was smaller than the rest of them. Barely five-foot two.
Dean scooted over until he and Noah were against Logan’s side before he gently caressed his mate’s face.
“Cupcake,” Dean cooed. “It’s time to wake up.”
Logan’s nose twitched.
“Come on, pretty,” Dean encouraged. “Open your eyes for me.”
Slowly, Logan blinked before he was peering at Dean. His smile was blinding bright. So happy. “My two favorite people.” He nuzzled Dean’s throat before kissing Noah’s forehead.
“Aww,” Gage cooed. “He loves them already.”
Logan turned a pretty red color before he sat up. He looked at Gage and Lucifer before ducking his head. “Sorry, it’s not that you’re not my fav—”
“No explanations are needed, young lion,” Lucifer said. “Your mate and familiar should be your favorite. No one would fault you for that.”
“O…okay.” Logan shuffled closer to Dean.
“It’s fine, cupcake,” Dean whispered. The others could still hear him, but they at least pretended otherwise. “Are you hungry? Drake’s making steak.”
That perked Logan up. “With mac and cheese?”
“I don’t know,” he confessed. If his boy wanted mac and cheese, then he would get it. Dean knew a homemade recipe.
“Let’s go get our boy out of the playset,” Lucifer said to Gage.
“He’s been having fun. I’m glad he has little friends.”
Dean let the two go off, talking and teasing each other as they headed for the boys playing. Glancing down, he checked that Logan hadn’t fallen back asleep against his shoulder.
No, his boy was awake although he was still sleepy.
Logan and Noah had their fingers entwined and it warmed Dean’s heart. When Noah had told Logan about Dean’s past relationships, he hadn’t been able to keep the hurt out of his voice.
It didn’t matter how much Dean had told his previous partners that nothing sexual had ever happened between him and Noah—there always came a point in time when the issue would be make or break. Like Dean would have chosen any of them over Noah. They should have known that.
He didn’t have to worry about how Logan would react. Without needing any explanation, Logan had opened his heart to Noah. Accepted the familiar as his own.
The perfect mate.
Dean vowed, as he closed his fingers around Logan’s and Noah’s, that he would help in any way so others would know this absolute feeling of perfection.
* * * * *
Logan
Fresh out of the shower, Logan lay in bed as he watched Dean. His mate walked around the mattress, gazing at him. He was naked but Logan didn’t feel vulnerable. Not with the heat in Dean’s gaze. The scent of his arousal.
They had the suite to themselves as Noah was spending the night with Lucifer and his mates on Lucifer’s personal plane.
Daddy had decided it was time to make good on his promise. Dean was going to pierce Logan.
He was both nervous and excited.
Having any part of his body pierced had never dawned on him. Even though Levi owned a tattoo shop and Logan had met the piercer on staff, Logan had never considered letting anyone do that to him. Anyone other than his mate. Dean grinned as he set down a towel with the needles and jewelry.
Logan glanced over.
“Levi brought a few things home for me. I assured him that my magic would keep everything sanitized and clean so my boy wouldn’t get an infection.” Dean also promised that it wouldn’t hurt.
Well, not more than Dean wanted it to. A slight sting. Pressure. Everything that Dean loved doing to Logan already. Oh! He was getting hard just thinking about it.
Logan wanted to be pierced by his mate’s hands.
Logan trusted his mate.
They would both enjoy this, and Logan wanted to be pretty under his clothes. The jewelry and pretty panties. Logan was becoming very spoiled.
“You seem ready.” Dean trailed a finger up Logan’s erection before swiping the precome from the tip.
“I am, Daddy,” Logan vowed.
“Should I start here?” Dean stroked him once.
“Yes!” Logan hissed. It was so hard not to push up. Not to thrust. Dean had already told him that he needed to be flaccid.
“What should I do about this?” Dean stroked again.
“I…I don’t know,” Logan admitted.
“I guess you are going to have to be a good boy for me and come,” Dean jerked him harder and faster.
Logan hadn’t been prepared for the sudden sensations. He cried out as his hips came off the mattress.
“Ride my hand, baby,” Dean ordered. “I’m not going to suck you. If you want your pretty cock decorated, then you better fuck my fist.”
“Yes!” Oh! Logan liked this. He loved it when Daddy commanded him.
“More. Your leg isn’t hurt any longer. Brace your feet on the bed and thrust,” Dean told him.
He grew lightheaded as he chased his orgasm.
Dean ran his thumb over the head of his cock. “I’m going to put the needle right through here.”
Logan could already imagine it.
“Your cock is going to be so pretty. Decorated for your Daddy.”
Logan grunted.
“Then I’m going to do your nipples. Your belly button. All this jewelry I made with my magic. And it’s so pretty. Pink and shiny. Your birthstone. I already claimed you with my mark and now everyone will see how beautiful I keep my boy.”
The words were working. Logan strained to snap his hips faster as his balls grew tight up against his body. “Gonna!”
“Do it,” Dean demanded. “Come!” His fingers tightened. His hand jacked even faster.
“Daddy!” Logan called.
At the last moment, Dean leaned down and sucked the release from the tip of Logan’s cock.
He collapsed on the mattress as he panted.
“Here we go,” Dean told him.
Again, Dean caught him off guard. The long curved needle pierced Logan’s skin and he hissed. The sting. Oh! Oh! Logan began to tremble. It felt incredible to watch Dean’s long fingers handle the tool that was putting a hole in him.
It wasn’t just the sight of his mate holding his dick.
Logan appreciated the sting as well.
His cock gave a twitch wanting to get hard even thought he’d already came.
“Now to make it pretty, like my boy. Only the best for you.”
He stared in awe as Dean replaced the needle with a gorgeous gold bar with pink gems on the end.
They’d done it.
Logan’s eyes welled up.
He was pretty. Well, his cock was. Pretty jewelry that would be hidden under his pretty panties.
“Shh,” Dean coaxed, bending down to breathe over the hurt.
The pain left as quickly as it had started.
“Next,” Dean said.
It was probably a good thing that Dean wasn’t giving him too much time to think. Even though Dean was managing his pain, there was no hiding the fact that a needle was going through him.
Still, Logan couldn’t look away. Not when his belly button was done. His right nipple. His left.
All his new decorations the pink of his birthstone.
Pink Tourmaline was what Dean had called the stone.
Logan had never looked into his birthstone before, but he wasn't surprised that Dean knew. His mate was brilliant like that. Once Dean had finished, he sat back on his heels, gazing down at Logan.
His smile took Logan’s breath away.
“I am so proud of you,” Dean told him. “You were brave and wonderful. Such a good boy.”
Logan nodded. He was hard again too. So was Dean. “Will you fuck me now? Play with me?”
“Yes. You deserve to be loved on.” Bending down, Dean took Logan’s right pierced nipple into his mouth. His tongue playing with Logan’s new pretty.
He shuddered. His nipples were more sensitive! Tingles traveled from his chest to his dick. Pressing his nipple harder against Dean’s mouth, Logan groaned long and low.
Dean moved to his left nipple and that was even more amazing. Dean’s tongue played before he grabbed the ring with his teeth.
Logan sucked in a sharp breath.
Dean tugged.
Logan screamed as his cock erupted untouched and he came.
“That’s not going to stop me from making you come again,” Dean told him. He slid down the bed to hover above Logan’s cock.
He swiped his fingers through Logan’s seed before bringing them up to his mouth. Dean sucked Logan’s come off his own fingers.
Oh! That was sexy!
“Roll over.” Dean didn’t wait for Logan to comply. He turned Logan himself.
Logan climbed to his hands and knees.
“I’m going to take you hard,” Dean warned. “I’m going to fuck my boy’s tight little hole until you come one more time for me. You want that?”
“Yes.” Logan pushed back. Dean’s erection rubbing against his already sensitive balls.
“I’m gonna touch your little nipples, your belly button, then I’m going to jack that pretty cock. You’ll let me hear how much you love it, won’t you.”
“I will! I will!” Logan was desperate to get his mate inside him.
“Let Daddy open you up,” Dean said.
“Use magic!” Logan told him. “You said you could…before…you said…”
“You want Daddy to hurry up and fuck you?”
“Please!” he wailed.
Dean pressed a finger against his hole and Logan grew slick. Wet. His hole sucked Dean’s finger right in as Dean pushed that digit forward.
Magic was wonderful!
“All loose and ready for Daddy now, aren’t you, boy?”
“I need—”
“I know what you need.” Dean’s cockhead brushed against his entrance before he began to push inside.
Too slow.
Logan threw himself back.
Dean grunted as his fingers tightened on Logan’s hips. “Bad boy!”
He was a very good boy and his mate knew it. “Fuck me!”
“I’m going to.” Dean pulled back then thrust forward.
Logan had to brace his hands farther apart. Dig his knees into the mattress.
Dean was not messing around. He fucked Logan like a man possessed. Logan couldn’t do more than hold himself up with his shaky arms as he was railed. It still amazed Logan that his loving and sweet mate who spoiled him rotten could also rock his world.
Dean’s hands roamed all of his body. His ass cheeks, his back, his nipples, before he finally wrapped those long fingers around Logan’s shaft.
It didn’t take more than a few strokes before Logan reached his limit. He climaxed hard enough that he lost vision. Dean grunted like an animal behind Logan as he filled Logan with hot soothing seed.
Best. Sex. Ever!
Logan hadn’t imagined that sex with his mate could even get better but Dean had totally proved him wrong. Logan sighed as Dean carefully helped him slide face-first into the mattress.
If he never moved again, it would be too soon.
Logan had no idea how long he basked in the afterglow of his orgasm when a warm wet cloth was brushing over his ass and down his crack. Logan hummed.
“Are you back with me, baby?”
“Mm-hmm,” he managed. Logan appreciated Dean cleaning him up since his arms and legs still felt like Jell-O.
“Do you want to roll back over?” Dean asked.
Instead of words, because who really needed words, Logan grunted.
“I have a surprise for you if you turn over and face me,” Dean told him. His warm hand felt wonderful rubbing down Logan’s back. Like that would be any way to convince Logan to move.
“Mmm tired,” he responded.
“Baby? You sure you don’t want your surprise? I think you’ll like it.”
“Surprise?” Logan lifted his head. Sniffed. Sugar. Sweet. “Treat?”
“The prettiest treat,” Dean cooed. “Just for my boy. I saved it specially for you.”
That was about the only way to get Logan’s attention. He flopped onto his back to peer up at his mate.
“Good boy.”
Logan warmed. He loved it when Dean called him that. Among other things.
“I was hoping you would wear your pretty outfit for Daddy?” Dean held up Logan’s pink silk shorts, edged with white lace, and matching camisole.
“Really?” Logan pushed himself to his elbows. It still shocked him that Dean enjoyed seeing Logan in one of his pretties as much as Logan longed to wear them. He was gaining more confidence and maybe he’d share his secret with the other boys soon. Logan thought he might be ready. He knew he had Dean and Noah on his side. Not that he thought his family would make fun of him. Logan didn’t know why he hadn’t shared with the others. He trusted them with all his heart.
“Let me help you,” Dean requested.
Since Logan still wasn’t sure of moving, his body humming happily, he didn’t care how he got his pretties on.
Dean had Logan dressed and beautiful before plumping up the pillows behind him.
“Sleep?” Logan batted his eyelashes. He was sleepy!
“Don’t you want your treat?” Dean asked.
Logan glanced down at his pretties.
“No, baby, that’s a treat for Daddy.” He leaned over to the bedside table.
Oh! Logan didn’t have to wait long for Dean to show him a pretty pink bakery box. “Yum-yum!”
“A beautiful cupcake for my beautiful cupcake,” Dean said, nuzzling Logan’s neck.
“I’m your cupcake?” Logan asked. Why did he like that so much? He thought Dean’s cupcakes were perfect and pretty. Was that how Dean saw him?
“You are. You’re sweet and soft like a cupcake. Decorated or not, you’re pretty. My perfect little mate.”
Logan sucked in a breath. “I’m not perfect.” He really wasn’t. His mama and father had told him that enough times.
“No one’s perfect,” Dean said with a kiss to his temple. “You’re perfect for me though.”
Perfect for his mate, his Daddy. Yeah, Logan could live with that.
He turned his head to crush his lips against Dean’s cheek. “Would you like some of my cupcake?”
Dean laughed. “Sure, baby. Thank you.”