Chapter 35
Kieran woke before sunrise, eager to share it with his mate, but after listening to Logan’s even breathing, he was reluctant to wake him.
The last few days had been an emotional rollercoaster for Logan, and Kieran decided to let him sleep.
He checked in with their spirit as he had done since childhood and was able to hear what Logan had said to him before falling asleep.
Sighing at the romantic words, he pressed his hands to his eyes, trying to stop the happy tears threatening to spill over.
“What’s the matter, babe?” Logan asked in his sleep-rough voice.
“N-n-n-othing,” Kieran replied, hiccupping, “our spirit just told me what you said last night after I fell asleep and it was so romantic, I started to cry because it made me so happy.”
“Oh, mo anan cara, you make me so happy too.”
“What does that mean, ‘mo anan cara’?”
“It means ‘my soul mate’.”
“Oh-h-h, now you did it!” Kieran exclaimed, tears running down his face. Turning around to face Logan, he smiled at his mate, happy to be in his arms, surrounded by his love.
Logan smiled at his pink-loving twink, now an emotional mess in his arms. “Hey, isn’t it almost time for sunrise?” he asked. “Remember, we were going to watch it together and you were going to show me how the sky turns pink.”
“Of course, I remember, but I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Not a problem since I’m awake. Do you think we’ll be able to see it today or is it going to be cloudy?”
“Nope. Sky is clear…so you really want to do this?” asked Kieran, feeling a bit foolish about his habit.
“Yes! Don’t you?”
Hearing his mate’s eagerness, Kieran scrambled out of bed, grabbing Logan’s arm and said, “C’mon! Chop, Chop! Oh. My. Gods. You are going to love it!”
Chuckling, Logan followed his mate to the window, and pulled Kieran to his chest. “Shit, it’s cold! Hang on, I’ll get our robes.”
“No, I want to feel your skin against mine…get a blanket instead…please?”
Grinning at his mate’s request, Logan grabbed a blanket from their bed and wrapped it around both of them. “Ahh, better.”
Together, standing in the darkness and silence, they peered outside, waiting for the moment.
Logan watched in fascination as the black sky gradually turned to gray.
Then he saw it—a thin strip of pink appearing on the horizon, bringing with it the promise of a new day.
He was moved as he remembered what Kieran had said about it and in a hushed tone, said, “Oh, babe, I see what you mean. It makes me happy and hopeful all at once.”
Smiling at Logan’s words, Kieran lifted one of his mate’s hands up to his lips, kissed it, then said, “Pink does that for me all the time.”
Just then, Logan thought of a great idea—hoped his mate would agree. “Babe, would you like to redecorate our suite when we get back home?” he asked.
“You mean your bedroom?”
“Nope, I mean a suite. When one of us finds our Fated Mate, Jackson gives us the choice of staying in a bedroom or moving to a suite on the first floor. It has a sitting room attached so there’s more room.
Steel had a so-called ‘interior designer’ do all the rooms and they pretty much look alike.
I redid some of my brothers’ bedrooms but both Cody and Colton moved to suites and asked me to redo them.
Maybe you’d like to help me with…actually, would you consider working with me in our design business? ”
“Our business?”
“Of course, we’re Fated Mates and everything I have is also yours.”
Kieran swirled around in Logan’s arms, grinning and bouncing on his toes.
“Really? You mean it? Oh. My. Gods. I would love to. I have so many ideas and I always wanted to do rooms. When I lived with my Shaman, I must have done my room over at least six times…no, make that ten times…but I never thought I’d get a chance to do it for anyone else.
Holy Shit Balls! I can’t wait to get started.
What do you think about using pink in our bedroom…
suite…whatever? You do like the color, don’t you?
Trust me, it is wonderful to wake up to, and with your complexion, you’ll look fabulous in a pink room.
That reminds me, we really need to get rid of all your drab clothes. You are a star and you need to shine!”
Laughing at his mate’s enthusiasm, Logan replied, “Hmm, let see…yes, yes, yes, and anything you want. There, I think I answered all of your questions.”
“Oh, you did…when can we get started?”
“Let’s talk at breakfast, okay? It’s our last day in Ireland, so I thought we should do some touristy stuff.”
“We were at the Hill of Tara and shopping in Dublin…but I can always do more shopping…what do you want to do?” asked Kieran.
“I’m open but it will have to be between here and Dublin otherwise we won’t have enough time.”
“What do you do when you travel?” asked Kieran.
“Uhmm…well…I haven’t gone many places, but I love looking at other interior designers’ work. I know that sounds bor…”
“Yes! I can’t wait to hear your thoughts about design…
oh wow…this is a dream come true. Never thought I would have a mate who wanted to do that,” Kieran exclaimed.
“Do you have any places in mind? Have you googled it yet? I’ll get my phone and google it and see what comes up.
So, what are you thinking? Like castles?
Old houses like this one? We probably should start here if you want to do old houses.
But there’ll be more in Scotland we can do.
Do you want to look at anything else? Did you know they have a Decorative Arts Museum in Dublin? ”
Logan looked at Kieran studying his phone, standing naked by their bed, and his mind went some place other than going to a museum.
Stalking his mate, Logan came up behind Kieran, scooped him up and listening to Kieran squeal at the suddenness, threw him on the bed, and pounced on top of him, growling.
Starting at the base of Kieran’s cock, Logan licked to its tip before taking it in his mouth—all the way—laving it with his tongue.
Rolling Kieran’s balls between his fingers, he continued to work on Kieran’s cock with his mouth, not letting up until he had driven his mate crazy with need.
Soon Kieran was whimpering and moaning, wanting more but unable to give voice to his need, though Logan somehow knew.
He felt his mate’s finger alongside his cock in Logan’s mouth and knew what he was planning to do.
Thrusting his hips, seeking to go deeper, Kieran wanted to plant his cock in Logan’s throat.
Crying out when Logan’s wet finger pressed on his hole, Kieran started pumping his hips, seeking his orgasm.
Tightening his lips around the cock in his mouth, Logan pressed his finger deeper into Kieran’s hole, breaching it, looking for the gland that would shoot his mate to the moon.
Holding his head still, Logan signaled his permission for Kieran to face fuck him as he slid his finger over Kieran’s prostate.
That was all it took for his mate to pump his hips into the air, burying his cock deeper and deeper into Logan’s mouth.
Logan pressed his tongue against the underside of Kieran’s cock, seeking to touch the sensitive spot under the ridge every time it slid past on its quest to plunge deeper.
Using one finger to constantly tease his mate’s pleasure button while using the other to hold the base of his mate’s cock, Logan felt Kieran’s balls retract until they almost disappeared.
He knew his mate was close to coming and on the next thrust, Logan swallowed at the moment Kieran’s cock touched the back of his throat, forcing the tip into its tight confines.
Moaning when he felt his cock surrounded by his mate’s throat muscles, Kieran felt the tingling of his orgasm beginning and was helpless to stop it.
Holding Logan’s head tight against his groin, his cock pulsed his cum down his mate’s throat until his nuts were empty.
After his cock stopped twitching, Kieran let go of his mate, his arms falling to the bed.
Then closing his eyes, he savored the intensity of it all.
Logan gently licked Kieran’s cock clean before it slid from his mouth.
Then moving up alongside his mate, he pulled Kieran tight to his chest, content to lie there while his mate slowly recovered.
Burying his nose in Kieran’s hair, seeking more of his delicious scent, he murmured, “You are the biggest cock tease I ever met.”
After catching his breath, Kieran gave a sassy smile. “I don’t know what I did, but I need to do more of it if that makes you go all caveman on me. That was one of the best BJ’s I ever got.”
“I better not tell you, otherwise we’ll never leave our bed,” Logan said, chuckling. “So how about a shower, breakfast and then we can plan our day when you’re fully dressed.”
Giggling, Kieran wiggled out of Logan’s arms and jumped for the bathroom door. “Last one in the shower has to let me choose where we go today.”
Logan laughed. He knew he wasn’t going to beat his mate and besides, he would have just ended up asking his mate what he wanted to do, anyway. Rolling over, he inhaled deeply, one more time, the delicious scent of his mate on the pillow.
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Showered and fully dressed, Kieran sat at the breakfast table, studying his phone while occasionally tapping the screen.
The day he was planning was going to be epic and while they wouldn’t have time to see everything he wanted to, there was enough time for the main places he thought his mate would enjoy.
Chewing on the corner of his lip, he thought it was still a little bit surreal that he was sitting in an opulent country home with his Fated Mate.
Watching Kieran was Logan’s new favorite pastime and one he would never tire of—well, maybe listening was his favorite as Kieran told him where they were going and why he picked them.
Nodding his head in agreement, Logan was impressed with the choices Kieran made.
It would be a full day, but it sounded just perfect to him.
Breakfast over, it was into the car. The day was sunny, the temperature perfect and Logan was eager to spend it with his mate, free of all worries and problems. As they motored down the long driveway, he thought of how fearful he’d been when he arrived, searching for Kieran and hoping he’d be forgiven.
Now, that was all behind them and Logan had smiled and laughed more in the last few days than since his childhood.
Unable to resist, he lifted his mate onto his lap, craving his closeness.
Arriving at the first of several country homes listed on his schedule, Kieran gasped at the size of it.
Turning to Logan, he said, “I was astounded at the size of the Blackwood Pack house when I got there, but this house, holy shit balls, you could put ten of them into this one and still have room left over.”
Taking Kieran’s hand, Logan chuckled. “Yup, it makes our home look downright puny. C’mon, let’s ogle everything.”
Three houses and a castle later, Logan and Kieran stopped for lunch at a country pub for another serving of Kieran’s favorite dish before heading into Dublin.
Their first stop was Ireland’s National Museum featuring exquisite decorative artwork made in Ireland.
Then to the National Leprechaun Museum where they had fun sitting in the oversized furniture, making them feel a puny three feet tall.
When Kieran learned of Logan’s love for modern art, he added a stop at the Irish Museum of Modern Art where they leisurely strolled through the rooms, pausing at paintings that caught their eye.
He was amazed at the extensive knowledge Logan had and enjoyed listening to his mate’s deep melodious voice as he offered up tidbits and little-known facts about different artists and their work.
Then, Logan insisted they stop for afternoon tea and refreshments.
After consulting with their driver, they were soon seated at the Westbury, surrounded by beautiful furnishings, a crackling fire and live piano music playing softly in the background.
There Logan and Kieran took turns tasting and devouring the petite sandwiches, muffins, scones, and delicious desserts along with their tea.
Finally refreshed, Logan suggested they go for a short walk through the shopping district nearby, grinning as he saw Kieran’s face light up at the mention of shopping.
Holding hands, they strolled along, pausing to look into shop windows, browsing in a couple of book stores, trying on some clothes—and buying several pink t-shirts for Logan—and after stopping to watch some street performers, they finally made their way back to the waiting car.
Seeing Kieran dragging his feet, Logan knew their day had come to an end.
Once their packages had been stowed in the trunk, Logan helped his tired mate into the car and slid in after him.
“Babe, I know you had something else planned but I’m tired and I was hoping you would agree to heading back and making it an early night.
Our day actually started when we got up early to see the sunrise. ”
Smiling tiredly at his mate, Kieran was happy Logan wanted to call it a day.
He’d had a fabulous time and it certainly fulfilled his dreams of what he and a mate would do.
Giggling to himself, he knew this day had been just what he’d pictured ever since he realized he was attracted to men.
Many a night he’d lie in bed, picturing himself and his mate spending the day together, having fun, exploring, shopping, and eating delicious foods.
He felt like a fairy princess whose godmother had granted every wish.
Wanting to be closer to Logan, Kieran climbed into his mate’s lap, resting his head against his broad chest. Listening to Logan’s steady heartbeat coupled with the car’s movement put Kieran to sleep before they left Dublin.
With one arm holding his mate securely, Logan reached up and ran his fingers through Kieran’s hair, ruffling it, making his scent waft up to him.
He would never get enough of it, no matter how long he lived.
Those scents would always remind him of the person who was his home.
Finally, Logan had found the love and peace that had been so elusive in his childhood.