Chapter 12 #3
He trembled in my arms and his fingernails dug into my back. The sound that slipped from between his lips was downright wicked.
“Love you, so fucking much. Never leave me again. I’ll kick your arse,” he mumbled against my lips, and I growled into his mouth, capturing it in another rough kiss as my thrusts began to pick up speed. My balls slapped against his skin, and he whimpered, rolling his hips to meet me.
Everything felt electrified—an all encompassing buzz that echoed around us. It was me and Conall. Our passion. Our need. Our obsession with each other.
I hooked my fingers under the bottom of his collar and tugged, causing him to gasp. “Who do you belong to, Pet?” I laid hungry kisses over his jaw and down his neck. “Whose collar do you wear?”
“You. Yours.” His nails dug deeper into my back. “I’m yours, Sloan. Only yours.”
“Did anyone else touch you while I was away?” I tongued his neck, tracing the mark I’d already bitten into his delicate skin. “Do I have to cut off anyone’s hands?”
He whined when I buried my nose against his collar, breathing in the mixture of leather and his natural scent. “No. No one. I’m yours. Only yours.”
“Yes, you are. Anyone touches you, Pet, and I’ll kill them. I’ll slice them into pieces and feed the earth with their remains.” I claimed his mouth again as I thrust roughly into him, burrowing my cock into the tight heat of his hole. “No one touches what’s mine.”
“I’d never want them.” He brushed a finger down my spine, provoking a shiver from me. “I only want you. No other man’s been inside me, and they never will. I’m yours, Boss.”
It was enough to nearly send me over the edge. It’d been too long since I’d been here with him in our bedroom—a month too long—and I was on the verge of blowing my load. A few more rocks of my hips were all it took before I tensed and my orgasm ripped through me. I filled Conall’s hole to the brim.
I pulled out, and he released his legs from around my waist, letting them drop to the bed, but they didn’t stay there for long.
I grasped his knees and shoved them back toward his chest. He gasped as I swooped down to kiss his hole again, and I dug my tongue into his warmth, searching for the combined taste of him and me.
“Fuck. Oh fuck.” He trembled roughly. “Sloan. Shit.”
I grinned and spat into my hand so I could wrap it around his still hard cock, then stroked him in time with the exploration of my tongue in his hole.
“Come for me, Pet. Show me how much of mine you are.” I nuzzled and licked his taint.
He arched his back with a cry of pleasure and his cock jerked in my palm. Jets of cum splattered across his stomach and chest, one string managing to hit him on the forehead. He laughed as he wiped it with the back of his hand.
“Shit. Nearly got me in the eye.”
I gave his hole another lick before I helped him place his legs back on the bed, and then I crashed onto the mattress beside him. My chest rose and fell in deep breaths as I chased the ability to breathe again. “Pet, you killed me.”
He continued to chuckle as he rolled onto his side and tickled a finger down the middle of my chest and stomach. “You’re not allowed to die yet. I have use for your dick still.”
I snorted and shook my head. “Well, I’m back now. Use it whenever you want.” I shot him a smirk as I forced myself to sit up again. “I need a real shower, one that’s not in a filthy jail. Join me?” I glanced at him and raised an eyebrow.
He hummed thoughtfully. “Hm. Maybe later. Just give me a few moments to rest.”
I gave him another kiss and stood, but before I could go to the bathroom and clean up, a knock interrupted me. I frowned and stalked over to the door, yanking it open. Ronan stood on the other side and barking erupted. My gaze dropped to the floor where two dachshund puppies yapped up at me.
“Wha—”
“My babies! Come!” Conall cooed, opening his arms to the puppies that rushed straight toward him. They couldn’t jump onto the bed, it was too high for their small bodies, and being the sucker I was, I went over there to place them on the mattress.
Conall caught them in a hug as they rushed him again and kissed each of their little heads.
“My guard dogs. This is Guinness.” He raised the blue-and-tan puppy, and the tiny thing barked, though it sounded a lot like a ruff.
“And this is Whiskey.” Conall raised one hand and lowered the opposite to show off the other dog.
This time he showed me the black-and-cream pup. “They’re my wieners.”
I stared, a little more shellshocked than I wanted to admit. I’d expected all kinds of scenarios when I’d told Conall to get guard dogs, but this didn’t touch any of them. He’d outdone himself.
Conall stared up at me and the pleading in his eyes was enough to have me sighing and sitting on the bed. I ruffled Guinness’s head and it set off the pup’s little tail, which swung side to side, whacking against Conall’s thigh.
“Not what I had in mind,” I said, grinning. “But they are . . . adorable.” There was no other word for them.
“Aw, thanks.” He gave each of them another kiss before shoving Guinness at me like the dachshund was my kid, not a dog.
I took Guinness from him and stroked my hand over the small head, and Guinness’s tail wagged even harder, thumping against my belly.
His tongue lolled out of his mouth and he stared up at me in a similar way to Conall.
I was a mob boss, I didn’t get gooey over puppies, so if my heart melted over the little doxie, I’d never admit it.
“All right, boys. Papa needs a nap.” Conall stood and carefully took Guinness from me.
I hated to see him go, and apparently, the puppy agreed because he gave me the biggest puppy dog eyes, whining as Conall held the dogs out to Ronan again.
“I know they missed their papa, but can you take them to the kitchen for food, Ronan?”
The bodyguard inclined his head and took the puppies from Conall. He left again, closing the door behind himself.
Conall flashed me a pearly smile, one that he used to get his way. “So now you know about your kids. Surprise.”
I rolled my eyes and chuffed out a laugh as I got to my feet. “Pet, those are not my children.”
“They are, you just don’t know it yet.” He waggled his eyebrows. He fell back against the bed and raised his arms over his head. He yawned, and I took in the flushed face again and how hazy his eyes were. I’d feel better once he’d seen Rory.
“Nap, I’m going to clean up and shave.” I winked as I headed toward the bathroom again. Maybe have another shower.
“Yeah, after being in jail, I don’t blame you one bit.”
I laughed.