Chapter 26
It was mid-morning before Logan woke and felt the heat from his mate’s body, which was draped over him possessively.
Not wanting to disturb Kieran, he stayed still while listening to his mate’s sweet little snores.
Closing his eyes, Logan thought about everything and nothing at all, enjoying the sensation of being lighter than air for the first time since his childhood.
With the darkness gone, giddiness overcame him, and he smiled broadly, wanting everyone to know he was a changed person.
No more wall…no more half-life! It would take some getting used to, but if this is how he’d feel from now on, he was all in.
He lay there, his thoughts now focused on Kieran, wanting to show him what he meant to Logan and, as far as he was concerned, there wasn’t a better place to start their lives together than in Ireland.
Grabbing his phone from the nightstand, he sent a text to Thomas, hoping Kieran would enjoy his surprise.
Then, blanketed with the scent and heat of his mate, Logan drifted off.
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Opening his eyes, Kieran saw the misty landscape he remembered so well from his childhood when he roamed the green covered hills while his Shaman stood guard.
Finding himself in the land of his birth surprised him as he’d sworn never to come back to where he’d been rejected, but when he’d fled in the night, something called to him, and he found himself on a plane to Ireland.
Maybe it was, as he told his mate, going back to his roots in an attempt to understand, or maybe he needed to see if Ireland felt like home anymore.
But no matter the reason, he was here with his Fated Mate and that had to mean something.
His head on Logan’s chest, Kieran listened to the strong heart beating beneath his ear and he drew a deep whiff of Logan’s scent—a scent reminding him of a peat fire, the dew in the early morning and the salty tang of the sea.
That’s when the idea blossomed in his mind.
Straddling his mate, Kieran began to bounce up and down shouting, “Wake up Logan! C’mon wake up! We have places to see, food to eat and shopping to do!”
His mate’s actions forced a series of grunts from Logan as Kieran’s bounces landed on his stomach and groin.
Not knowing whether to fuck his mate or wrestle him to the bed so he could give some payback for the abrupt wakening call, he decided on neither and grabbed his mate’s hips to keep them in one place while opening his eyes to see sparkling blue irises smiling at him in delight. Now that was worth it!
“Oh good! You’re awake!”
“Wasn’t that why you bounced up and down on me?” Logan asked, his voice all growly from sleep.
Oh! My! Gods! Kieran’s body twitched in excitement as his mate’s low, raspy voice skittered along his spine.
Getting sidetracked, he bent down and kissed the lips sending his temperature soaring.
His fingers moved to Logan’s hard little nubs, and his lips brushed them.
Then returning to Logan’s lips—now rough and needy, he bit Logan’s lower lip—hard.
Responding, Logan’s tongue found its way into the mouth that was tormenting him and proceeded to overpower Kieran’s, forcing a moan from his mate.
His lips attacked Kieran’s, seeking to devour them as he battled for supremacy but in the end the two lovers, each wanting the other with every fiber of their being and neither wanting their kiss to end, found endless pleasure in their embrace.
Logan would never get enough of Kieran’s lips, but needed to know why his mate was excited, so he gentled his kiss, unwilling to bruise the beautiful pink lips he loved so much.
When Kieran pulled back slightly to take a breath, Logan said, “You can bounce on me anytime for a kiss like that, but I think you did it for a different reason.”
Face flushed, Kieran looked at his mate’s sexy green…Oh shit balls, green eyes! Of course! Giggling, he sat up, making sure his cock rubbed against his mate’s, eliciting another groan, and said, “Yup, I have our day planned so you better get up, so we can eat and hit the road.”
“Our day planned, hmm? Are you going to let me in on it or is it a surprise?”
“A surprise!” Kieran shouted, as he scrambled off Logan. “Now, chop, chop! We’ve got places to go and people to see!” Squealing as Logan tried to grab him, Kieran evaded his mate’s hands and ran to the bathroom.
Growling at his pink-loving twink, Logan climbed out of bed and joined his mate in the shower where he found another surprise—his mate was bent over, prepping his hole.
Grasping his hard cock, he pumped it as he watched the gorgeous ass in front of him and when he heard Kieran moan repeatedly from the pleasure of fingering his button, Logan knew his mate was ready.
Coating his cock with lube and brushing aside Kieran’s hand, Logan grabbed his mate’s hips and lined up the readied hole with his cock, slowly pushing in, careful not to cause pain.
When he was balls deep, he paused, waiting for Kieran to adjust.
Kieran’s hole was filled, and he loved it but now he needed more.
“Yes, yes, I know, your cock is perfecto, but what are you waiting for? Move!” Kieran leaned forward before pushing himself back on the best cock he’d ever had, hoping Logan got the message.
Oh, fucking hell! Yes! As the cock in him began to move, Kieran moaned as his mate made sure to hit his prostate often, ramping up his need.
Grabbing his leaking cock, he stroked it hard and fast, eager to feel the pleasure his orgasm could bring.
Logan’s eyes were focused on watching his cock disappear repeatedly into the tightest little ass he’d ever had and his need and desire to mark Kieran grew to unimaginable heights.
Now free of his darkness, Logan felt his love for Kieran overflow his heart, filling his mind, body and, finally his soul.
Chasing his orgasm, he gripped his mate’s hips tighter and increased the power behind his thrusts.
Kieran cried out in pleasure, loving the pounding he was getting as his mate continued with deep, fast plunges into his hole.
Stroking his cock faster, his balls tightening, the tingling starting, the need building—suddenly everything came together and Kieran’s cum splattered the shower wall in front of him followed by feeling his ass filled and marked by his mate’s cum.
Leaning back against his mate, Kieran closed his eyes, happier than he’d ever thought possible.
Logan struggled to catch his breath as he wrapped his arms around his mate.
Leaning back against the shower wall, he held Kieran close as the water ran over both of them and, eyes closed, he savored all the emotions running rampant through his body, free for him to fully experience.
Astounded at what he’d been missing, Logan wallowed in waves of true pleasure.
After soaping each other up and rinsing off, Logan led Kieran out of the shower and dried him tenderly, enjoying how Kieran constantly leaned towards him, seeking the touches Logan was eager to give.
After drying himself, Logan and Kieran got dressed, constantly seeking the other out with their eyes and sneaking tiny kisses in an age-old mating dance.
Finally dressed, Kieran, his eyeliner and tinted lip gloss applied, stood back and gave Logan the once over with his critical eye. “Not bad, but I can do better. Ready for your surprise?”
“What do you mean not bad? I have a great color sense.”
“Of course, you do macushla, but I have a better one along with a style sense that will make you the envy of your brothers.”
“The envy of my brothers? Really? I rather like that. You’re sure?”
“Leave everything to me. Now let’s eat so we can go,” Kieran said, realizing there wasn’t anything to eat in their bedroom. “Uh, are they bringing breakfast up?”
“Nope! I’m taking you out to eat lunch. Are you ready?”
Smiling, Kieran held out his hand. “Lead the way, mate. This wolf is starving!”
Taking his mate’s offered hand, Logan ushered Kieran out of the room and down the long hall until they got to the grand staircase where his mate stopped.
Kieran’s wide eyes roamed around as he took in everything. “Holy shit balls! This place is perfecto! I could spend weeks exploring and never be bored. Where are we?”
“This is a country house, built when the English ruled Ireland. However, if you don’t mind, can we explore it later?”
Kieran snickered as he heard Logan’s stomach grumble. “Sure, last one downstairs has to pay for lunch,” he challenged. And with that, he hopped on the banister and started sliding down the curving staircase, giggles trailing after him.
Logan’s jaw dropped, not believing what his mate was doing and then it snapped shut as the bet registered in his mind. Running down the first few steps, he shouted, “Hey no fair! You didn’t say go!”
Reaching the bottom first, Kieran jumped off and stood, laughing as his mate jumped on the bannister, finally reaching the bottom. “I’m glad you’re buying lunch,” Kieran smirked, “because I don’t have any money on me. It would wreck the look of my skinny jeans.”
Logan lifted his mate up and looking him in the eye, said, “You cheated.”
“Uh uh. I won fair and square. I can’t help it if you’re big and move slower.”
“Big, huh. You liked my bigness in the shower.”
Rolling his eyes, Kieran said, “Of course I love your bigness. I just said I can’t help it if I have an advantage because I’m smaller.”
“True, but you should have given me a head start to level the playing field, if that’s the case. And mind you, I’m not admitting that it’s true.”
“I couldn’t do that!”
“Why not?”
“Well, what would your brothers say if they found out you needed help to beat little old me?” Kieran grinned, loving the sound of Logan’s laughter when it filled the air.
“True. Let’s forget I ever suggested it.”
“Okay. Can we eat now? I don’t have the reserves you big wolves have! And I am starving!”
Still laughing, Logan said, “Sure, let’s eat.” Striding toward the front door, he saw Thomas waiting for him with coats, umbrellas, and everything else he’d requested.
Taking in everything, Kieran turned back to Logan, eyes narrowing. “We’re going to eat outside somewhere…in the rain?”
“Of course not. Now put on your coat so we can go.”
After Logan set him down, he turned to Thomas and said, “Hi, I’m Kieran.”
“Hello, Kieran, I’m Thomas. Please let me know if I can be of help with anything.”
“Sure will,” Kieran answered, taking his coat and slipping it on, then turning back to Logan, added, “Yo, mate, I’m not getting any younger, but I am getting hungrier.”
Chuckling, Logan said, “Yeah, I remember that about you.” And then seeing his quizzical face, continued, “You were ragging my twin about getting fed the first time I saw you.”
“Oh yeah! Well, now I’m doing it to you. I’m ready as per your order so chop, chop.”
Smiling broadly at seeing his mate’s sassy side come out, Logan grabbed Kieran’s hand and strode to the front door. After stowing the picnic basket and the rest of the paraphernalia in the trunk, they got in and the driver headed down the long driveway.
Logan watched his mate look out the window and wondered how he felt about being back in the land of his birth.
Then, as he glanced around, he noticed the softness of the light and its effect on everything, deciding to file that away for later to use in his design work, before turning to focus on his mate.
After about twenty minutes, Logan could see a small village up ahead of them and as they entered it, he was taken with the charming architecture.
Kieran’s head swiveled from side to side, wanting to see everything.
When he lived with the Shaman, he was never allowed to fraternize with humans and after the Shaman died, his parents kept him busy on their small farm.
He wondered what Logan would think of his life back then.
His head jerked around as the car stopped in front of an Irish village pub, then, grinning at the quaint building, he asked, “Are we having lunch here?”
“Yes, I was told they make the best cottage pie around this part of Ireland.”
Kieran scrambled out as soon as the door opened, standing there with a smile so wide, he was sure his face was in danger of being split in two. As Logan joined him, Kieran said, “Listen, I think they have live music. Can you believe it? Live music! I wonder if they would let me play the bodhrán.”
“What’s a bodhrán?”
“It’s an Irish drum. C’mon,” Kieran said excitedly, pulling Logan into the pub where he found a booth for them and ordered some beers.
Kieran’s eyes couldn’t stop moving as he studied everything and everyone while he was bouncing in his seat, excited to be in his first pub ever.
After the waiter brought their drinks and took their food order, Kieran looked at Logan.
“This is the bestest surprise ever. I always wanted to go to a pub, but never could. Maybe I should do a pub instead of a dance club. I bet Theo and Norman would love it…even Miss L could enjoy it. I know she and Frankie would love this music…you know she wasn’t too crazy about the music Zane picked for the Cum and Bite Me club. ”
Spewing his sip of beer over the table at what came out of Kieran’s mouth, Logan said, “Babe, you need to warn me when you say stuff like that. What’s the ‘Cum and Bite Me club’?
And what does Dylon’s mom have to do with it?
” His mate grabbed a bunch of napkins and wiped the beer off their table.
Looking at his mate closely, Logan saw that Kieran’s smile was full of merriment and the twinkle in his eyes told him that his mate was enjoying this immensely.
“It all started with Theo and Norman. They didn’t know what a gay club was and I felt they needed to go to one, you know, rites of passage and all that, but they were so leery, so I came up with this fabulous idea of showing them what it was by setting up a kind of dummy-like one but with the lasers and strobes and the music.
It just didn’t have a bar. The day Cody assigned me to Zane, I told him what I had in mind and he helped me set one up in his computer room.
Well Zane and I were trying it out, you know bumping and grinding…
” Kieran stopped abruptly as Logan’s low growl sent shivers up his spine.
Holy shit balls, that sound is going to be the death of me yet.