Chapter 46
Dakota was alone with Slate, finally, after what seemed like forever. Framing his mate’s face with his hands, Dakota leaned down, giving feather light kisses interspersed with nibbles on Slate’s lips. Then, stepping back, he said, “Let’s take a bath together, babe.”
Slate smirked. “I’d rather do something else together.”
“I know, and we will, but first I plan to pamper you by drawing a bubble bath for you so we can wash off the stink of that place.”
“Are you saying I stink?”
“Most definitely!” Dakota said, wrinkling his nose.
“I’ll be right back.” Giggling when Slate swatted his ass, Dakota decided a little teasing was perfect pay back so he stepped out of reach, stripped, then turning, walked to the bathroom with an extra wiggle, loving the groan it elicited from his mate.
So my mate wants to play? Bring it on babe!
Shedding his t-shirt and sweatpants, Slate softly padded over to the bathroom, getting an eyeful—Dakota’s ass was bobbing in the air as he bent over the tub.
Standing in the doorway, Slate savored the view as his cock grew hard then, circling it with his hand, gave it a few tugs as he imagined it sinking into his mate.
Glancing over his shoulder, Dakota smirked as his mate’s eyes focused on his ass—he gave it a few more sexy shakes before he stood and approached his mate.
Grasping Slate’s hard cock, he stroked it while teasing his nipples, prompting a low growl of pleasure from his mate.
“C’mon babe, let’s get wet,” Dakota said, leading his mate by his cock over to the tub.
Once Slate was sitting in the water, Dakota joined him, sitting between Slate’s legs, leaning back against his chest. Sighing with happiness, he said, “This is heaven, babe.”
“It is,” agreed Slate. “Can I ask you a question?” Slate asked, his arms around his mate, his hands caressing Dakota’s body.
“Mmmm…sure.”
“When I was hanging in that cell, I had periods of consciousness and during one of them, I heard you in my mind so clearly it was just like you were inside there with me. When I was at my lowest, you appeared and gave me the will power to fight so I could come back to you.”
“Uh-huh...”
“Was…were…did you do…was it our joined life force?”
Dakota smiled. “Partly, remember your mother told us we had a part of each other in us?”
“Yeah.”
“The reason the Fates joined our life forces together was so you would always know what was happening to me…like a mind link but stronger. If the emotions I felt or the thoughts I heard were causing me distress, you’d be able to help me instantly. Understand?”
“I think so.”
“What your mother didn’t explain is that it worked the same way with me.
Every time they whipped you, I felt it also.
Kieran stayed with me almost the entire time you were gone and he wondered why I was twitching in my sleep.
Then, the night before we rescued you, Kieran, Logan and Dylon went to the castle to find out how many men were guarding it.
That’s when Kieran and Logan’s spirit found you and showed them what was happening to you.
“When I woke up in the morning, Kieran taught me how to use Shadow Voice to find your thoughts, send you love, and give you more of my mental strength which boosted your will to survive. Once I found your thoughts, I was able to find the piece of me in you, and the rest is history.”
“You used Shadow Voice?”
“Yes, babe, I did. More than once, in fact. The first time I used it was when Dylon was interrogating a waiter at the hotel…that told me where you were being held. During that session, my mind was flooded with everyone’s thoughts, similar to how I feel everyone’s emotions, but Kieran taught me how to search and find the thoughts of the person I wanted to hear.
So when I used it the second time, it was easy to weed out all the other thoughts I heard until I found yours.
Kieran told me it was like selective hearing…
you know, like the TV and radio can be blasting, but a mother hears only her baby.
“Babe, it was amazing,” Dakota went on, “because after using the part of me in you to help you deal with the pain, your thoughts got stronger, I felt you fighting to live until we could rescue you and, even with all that you’d suffered, the love you sent me was so strong it helped me keep our pup safe.
Your mother said there would be a time when I would thank the Fates for Shadow Voice and she was right. ”
“It was amazing. I wouldn’t have made it without you giving me your strength and love.”
“It was indeed…” said Dakota, his words trailing off.
“There’s something else, isn’t there?”
“Yeah, I think so. There’s more to our joined life force than we’ve found out so far, but I don’t know what it is. When I used it to boost your strength, I could tell there was more to it, but it slipped away because my attention was focused on you.”
“My mom did say there was more for us to discover.”
“She’s right…and I just can’t shake the feeling that the ‘something more’ is about you.”
“Me? Are you sure?” asked Slate.
“I am, but I guess we’ll find out sooner or later.”
“Hey, maybe I’ll get a superpower,” laughed Slate.
Giggling, Dakota said, “Oh yes, I can see it now… Meet Cockman! The biggest, baddest cock in the world…a tool with the power of a high-speed drill…able to…”
Growling, Slate ran his fingers down Dakota’s sides, tickling him. “Making fun of my pleasure tool, eh?”
Wiggling, trying to get away from the merciless fingers, Dakota laughingly gasped, “No! Oh babe…please stop…I love your cock!”
Slate’s fingers moved on to caressing Dakota’s muscles as he murmured in his mate’s ear, “My cock loves your tight little hole and plans on renewing its acquaintance with it tonight.”
Fire ignited in his veins at Slate’s words; Dakota’s cock grew hard picturing his mate’s cock in him and his need rose. Turning his head, Dakota kissed Slate. “Love you so much, babe.”
“Love you too babe, to the ends of the universe and back.”
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On the third day after Slate was rescued, he awoke smiling, his arm draped over Dakota’s waist, his mate’s scent surrounding them.
Following Ian’s instructions, most of the previous two days were spent, relaxing, sleeping and—the best part—fucking.
Today, though, Slate was eager to spend the day with his mate sightseeing after learning Dakota hadn’t travelled very much.
Rubbing his leg against his mate’s, Slate grinned, recalling the special surprise Dakota had waiting for him after he’d told Slate to take a quick shower.
Rushing back to their bedroom, he found a grinning Dakota lying on his back, his legs spread, lazily stroking his cock.
And, oh, yes, a thick creamy layer of Bear Bug Ice Cream covering his mate’s chest.
“Hey there good lookin’ whatcha got cooking over here?”
“One fucking hot and sweet mate!” Slate growled, leaping on the bed, his tongue out, ready to lick every last bit of ice cream off his mate before fucking him into the mattress.
It was a night to remember—lapping up pools of melting ice cream before putting his cold mouth over Dakota’s hot throbbing cock triggering an explosive orgasm, then thrusting his cock into his mate’s pucker and pounding him until Slate’s seed filled him.
Just the thought of it had him moaning again, wanting a sequel soon.
“Good morning, babe,” Dakota murmured, his eyes still closed.
Placing his hand on his mate’s belly, Slate replied, “Good morning my personal ice cream delight. How’s our bean doing this morning?”
“Still growing like a weed,” Dakota said, opening his eyes and stretching, loving the twinges he felt from their lovemaking last night. “What’s on the agenda for today?”
“I thought you’d enjoy seeing Edinburgh today.”
“I’d love that. Have you been here before?”
“Just briefly, when my brother opened his club but I think you’ll love it.”
“So this will be new to you, too?”
“Yup. But I have one thing to take care of before we can go.”
“What?”
“This,” Slate said as he grasped Dakota’s cock.
“Oh! Good idea!”
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Dakota was loving Edinburgh with its charming architecture and cobbled streets—so different from the place he grew up and Slate was the perfect guide, mixing tourist attractions with different eating experiences, which is why he and his mate were presently on an afternoon tea cruise along the Union Canal.
Looking over the wide selection of finger sandwiches, cakes and savories, Dakota selected a number of them to try, making notes about each on his phone so he could try making them when he got home.
Driving back to the hotel, Dakota snuggled against his mate, thinking about all they had done—starting with a two-hour hike up to Arthur’s Seat, where they’d enjoyed amazing vistas of Edinburgh from a high hill overlooking the city.
Then Slate stopped and bought them mutton-filled Scotch Pies—Scotland’s version of a fast-food snack.
He’d even arranged for Dakota to visit the kitchen where they were made.
After that, a fascinating ghost tour of Edinburgh’s haunted houses followed by lunch at a famous Swedish restaurant where Dakota got his first taste of Scandinavian cuisine.
All in all, a fabulous day with his mate.
“Have fun today?” asked Slate.
“Uh-huh, the whole day was fabulous, babe. I have so many ideas about different dishes I want to make and I know your mother is going to love my new menu for her afternoon tea.”
“I have a special surprise for you tomorrow. I signed us up for a five-hour Thai Cookery Masterclass.”
“NO WAY! I can’t believe it! Where did you find out about this? Oh my gods, thank you babe! That is the best surprise I ever got!” Dakota exclaimed, excitement dancing in his eyes.
“I’m glad you like it. I wasn’t sure about Thai cooking but there are shifters living in Thailand.”
“It’s perfect. When Jackson went to San Francisco he brought back a Chinese cookbook and I’ve been experimenting with some of the herbs and seasonings, so I’m eager to learn what’s used in Thai cooking. How can I ever thank you?”
Slate grinned. “I have a few ideas, babe.”
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Slate led his mate back to their suite after having dinner with everyone in Logan and Kieran’s suite. Opening the door, he stepped aside, allowing Dakota to enter first, grinning at the gasp he heard.
“Babe, oh my gods! It’s gorgeous! How did you do this?
” Dakota asked, slowly walking into their living room, gazing at an assortment of vases, some filled with red roses, others with twinkling fairy lights emitting a magical glow.
Moving to the middle of the room, he turned slowly in a circle, swaying in time to the soft background music, captivated by the wonderland his mate created for him. “Thank you so much, babe, I adore it.”
Sweeping Dakota into his arms, Slate began to kiss him, his tongue wrapping around Dakota’s as he deepened his kiss.
Never would he get enough of his mate’s taste.
Finally, drawing back, Slate said, “Before I found you, my world was cold and lonely. No matter what I did or tried, my heart never knew the warmth of love and my soul never found its mate. I love you with all of me and I can never live another day without you in my life because you are the reason my heart beats. Come, babe, let’s make love tonight.
” Taking Dakota’s hand, Slate led him into their bedroom, then stopped next to the bed.
Slowly, he undressed his mate, kissing his bare, smooth skin—caressing, touching—his fingers trailing over Dakota’s muscles.
Finished, Slate took a step back, his eyes glowing as he gazed at Dakota’s gorgeous nakedness, the dim room light casting shadows on its ridges and valleys.
Slate slowly removed his clothes, his eyes riveted on the beautiful man in front of him until he, too, was nude.
Stepping close, he slowly caressed his mate’s body, loving his shivers as his fingertips lightly ran over his skin.
His lips once again descended on Dakota’s, giving his mate a gentle kiss before gathering him in his arms and placing him on the bed.
Picking up the bottle of lube on the nightstand, he set it on the bed next to them before kneeling between Dakota’s legs.
Staring at his mate, Dakota saw the love in Slate’s eyes. Looping his arms around his mate’s neck, he pulled him toward him until their lips were tenderly kissing, filling both with love. Wanting more, Dakota murmured, “Babe, make love to me…please.”
After one last kiss, Slate sat back on his heels, grasping Dakota’s leaking cock, squeezing it slightly before his hand began to stroke it, loving the feel of it.
Bending down, he sucked the tip of it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, lapping up the pre-cum, lowering his mouth on it until his nose was buried in his mate’s lush forest of hair.
Inhaling the intense scent, Slate’s blood began to heat up and his need rose.
Letting Dakota’s cock slide from his mouth, Slate sat up, grabbed the lube and coated his cock and several fingers before tossing the bottle onto the floor.
Slate resumed licking and sucking his mate’s beautiful cock while loosening Dakota’s pucker.
When three fingers moved in and out with ease, he let his mate’s cock slide from his mouth, smiling at the whimpers he heard.
Grasping his own turgid cock, he placed it against Dakota’s hole, gently pushing in, groaning when the tip popped through the ring of muscles.
Taking his time, working his cock in until he was balls deep, he paused until Dakota had relaxed.
Then he began pumping his hips, loving the tightness and heat of his mate.
Slowly at first, watching Dakota’s face, Slate’s hips thrust forward, burying his cock in his mate, pulling back until only the tip remained inside.
Over and over, he repeated the movement, speeding up, building the need in both of them.
As they climbed to the peak of passion, their cries of love excited their wolves, bringing them to the surface.
Moving his hips faster and faster, Slate knew he and his mate were close to the edge when he saw Dakota’s fangs drop.
Then his own were bared. Soon… Soon… Then it happened.
Cocks pulsing with load after load of cum, fangs sinking into each other’s necks, Slate and Dakota soared up to the stars and beyond, their love for each other shining in their eyes, never to be extinguished.
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