Chapter 8
Scooping up a toy from the chair in his office, Steel handed it to Daniel before sitting down behind his desk and settling his son on his lap.
Smiling as he watched his son ‘talk’ to the stuffed wolf, a gift from his mother, he remembered Jackson’s warning and his smile faded.
His mate was right—their son would be in danger if a bear or even a wolf appeared instead of the harmless rabbit.
Something had to be done, but just what was still a mystery.
How do I teach my son to control a power when he…
or even I…cannot understand what he’s doing?
Steel buried his nose in Daniel’s hair, inhaling his son’s essence as he cuddled him, wanting to protect him from all harm, but never expecting the danger to come from Daniel’s mysterious power.
Sighing, Steel picked up his phone, punching in his father’s number and, when the call connected, said, “Hi Dad, I need your help.”
“Hi honey,” Oracle answered. “Your father will be back in a moment. Can I help you?”
“No…maybe…it’s about Daniel.”
“Is something wrong?” asked Oracle. “Just a sec, here’s your father.” Handing the phone to her husband, she said, “It’s Steel…he says something is wrong with Daniel.”
“Steel? I’m putting you on speaker. What’s the problem with Daniel?” Maximus asked.
“Do you remember reading about any other special ability Daniel might have?” asked Steel.
“No, why do you ask?”
“It seems he can make animals appear,” Steel said.
“In what way?” asked Oracle.
“I’m not sure, but this morning I found a rabbit…the same one he talked to outside…in his bedroom and it happened again just a few minutes ago. Jackson and I are worried he might get hurt if a larger, wild animal materializes instead of a fuzzy bunny.”
“The last time…were you watching him? Did he do anything unusual?” Maximus asked.
“Unfortunately, no. What can we do, Dad?”
“I’m not sure…Mystia will be back at dinnertime and I can ask her.”
“Thanks. In the meantime, I’m not letting Daniel out of my sight.”
“Probably a good idea,” Maximus agreed. “I’ll call you after I see Mystia.”
“Fine. Bye Mom, Dad.” Steel ended the call after his parents said their good-byes. A disturbing thought crossed his mind: What if Mystia can’t give me the answers I need to protect my son?
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Rolling over, Dakota opened his eyes, giving a sleepy smile to the brown eyes watching him. Cupping the face he loved with his hand, he brushed his lips across Slate’s. “Hi there,” he murmured.
“Hi, yourself, did you have a good nap?” asked Slate.
“Mmmm, especially because you were in bed with me,” Dakota replied.
“How’s your nausea? Gone?”
Lowering his hand to his belly, Dakota rubbed it. “Yup, but I think our bean is hungry.”
“I’m not surprised. I’ll call Ian and find out what’d be good to eat after morning sickness.”
“Not necessary. All I want is toast and jelly along with a bottle of water.”
“Just that?” asked Slate.
“Uh-huh. For now.”
“How about some broth, also?”
“Yeah, that’s good, too,” Dakota said. “While you order, I’m going to take a quick shower.”
“Need a hand?”
Grinning, Dakota felt his cock harden at the lust swirling in his mate’s eyes. Reaching down, he palmed his mate’s jeans-covered bulge, loving the groan he elicited. “I think you need the hand, babe.”
His mate was right. Rubbing his cock against Dakota’s, Slate thrust his tongue inside his mate’s mouth, hungry for a taste of his essence. When Dakota began a slow, sensuous, tongue dance, fire ignited in Slate’s balls. His nut sack tightened, threatening a release of his pent up desire.
Eating and showering now on a back burner, Dakota’s hands itched to feel Slate’s skin.
Tearing off his mate’s t-shirt, he moaned as his fingers found the muscled chest belonging to the man who was devouring his mouth.
Wanting more, he pulled open Slate’s jeans, sliding his hand into them, fisting the cock it encountered.
Swallowing his mate’s moans, he became almost giddy with power at being able to pleasure his mate so well.
Breaking away from the lips he loved, Slate groaned, “Babe, I need to be in you now.”
Smiling sexily at his mate, Dakota crooned, “So, take me.”
Not waiting a second more, Slate wriggled out of his jeans before removing Dakota’s.
Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed the lube, then, kneeling between his mate’s legs, poured some on his hands.
Staring at Dakota’s half-closed eyes and puffy lips, Slate growled.
Quickly coating his cock, he spread his knees apart, forcing Dakota’s legs to open wide, exposing a visual feast for Slate’s eyes that triggered him to begin stroking his cock.
Slate’s eyes moved down until they found Dakota—pumping his cock in time to his.
Looking further, Slate saw his cock’s destination winking at him as Dakota’s body responded to the stroking.
Placing his hand on top of Dakota’s, joining the action, Slate grinned at the moans coming from his mate.
Intent on upping the game, he cupped Dakota’s ball sack, softly rolling his nuts in his hand and then, tracing his finger down below them, reached the place his cock would find relief.
Pressing on the nerves surrounding the pucker, a deep groan echoed in the room as his mate pushed against him, seeking more.
Pressing in, his finger popped through the ring of muscles into a fiery, velvet furnace.
Slowly pushing in, then pulling back a bit, Slate loved watching the emotions fleeting across Dakota’s face.
Repeating his erotic massage several times, he finally heard his mate hoarsely cry “More! I need more!”
With a smile that could only be described as feral, Slate added another finger, pushing in and brushing over Dakota’s prostate.
Listening to his name bouncing off the walls as his mate’s hips shot off the bed, Slate fought off his own release.
Desperate now to be in Dakota, he jerked out his fingers and lifting his mate’s legs, Slate lined up his cock and thrust in, overcoming the resistance, before breaking through.
Pausing once his tip was inside, he waited until he felt Dakota’s muscles relax on his cock.
Then slowly entering until his balls were kissing his mate’s cheeks, he stopped—trying to resist the tingling starting at the base of his spine.
With Slate’s cock now up to the hilt, Dakota panted as he felt his body welcome the turgid intruder. The burn had faded and now he had an itch for motion. Pushing his hips down, he groaned, loving the fullness and connection.
Grinning at his beautiful mate, Slate pulled back slightly as he watched Dakota’s eyes widen, turning almost black with lust. Then, snapping his hips, he pushed in, brushing the spot guaranteed to…
Ah, yes, there it is…as his mate’s back arched.
Rolling his hips at a leisurely pace to build the fire in his mate, Slate lowered his body until his tongue licked Dakota’s lips and, when they parted, he accepted the invitation to enter and found within the taste he never could get enough of.
Dakota was being driven insane by the unhurried pace of his mate’s movements.
Capturing Slate’s lower lip in his teeth, Dakota bit down hard while raising his hips, burying his mate deeper within him.
Hearing his mate grunt from the bite, Dakota’s lips morphed into a wicked smile, whispering, “Faster and harder, or I swear your lip won’t be the only thing I bite. ”
A depraved smile formed on Slate’s face, loving the rough play his mate was demanding.
Bracing his hands on either side of Dakota’s hips, Slate thrust hard and fast into his mate, grunting as his cock repeatedly sank into the hot tunnel.
Shifting slightly, he kept up the rhythm, intent on giving his mate what he wanted.
Oh, my fucking gods! Writhing under his mate, primal sounds erupted from Dakota’s chest as Slate gave him the rough fucking he’d been craving ever since Slate’s rescue.
Though Ian had given Slate a clean bill of health after he recovered, Dakota had held his need in check—but no longer.
Grabbing Slate’s biceps for leverage, Dakota’s hips rose to meet each thrust, filling himself deeper and deeper with Slate’s now-raging cock.
When it hit his prostate, Dakota’s back arched off the bed, his body ablaze as he fisted his cock, hoping to quench the flames.
But Slate’s heated gaze only added fuel to the fire, forcing Dakota to close his eyes as he fought to control his need.
He felt his mate’s hot tongue flicking along his jaw until it reached his cheek, then a long lick followed by Slate’s teeth sinking into his mating scar.
Dakota’s eyes flashed open. “Slaaaate...” he screamed as his cum gushed its creamy essence over both of them.
Responding to the cascade of jism, Slate’s balls drew up; on the verge of shooting their own juices.
Dakota’s ass muscles tightened and Slate howled.
No longer able to stem his orgasm, he lifted himself to gaze at the beautiful face of the man who’d changed his world.
Hard-thrusting into his mate’s ass, he filled it with spurts of cum.
“Holy fuck!” Collapsing, Slate rolled to his side, pulling Dakota with him, burying his nose in the crook of Dakota’s neck, inhaling the scent that meant home, knowing he’d never get enough of it.
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After Steel and Daniel had left the room, Jackson said, “Before I remove baba, there are a couple of things I need to go over with both of you.”
“Good, so do we,” replied Cody. “Penn called me about Fionn. There’s an upcoming hearing about his uncle’s custody claim. Since Dylon and I both have to attend, would you watch Jake and Jessica for us?”
“Of course,” Jackson said. “Logan already told me about it this morning and I was going to remind you about it.”