Chapter Seventeen
Ekon
He stood leaning against Mao, watching Conrad and Kylo walk to the jeep. The sun had set hours ago, and the darkness above them was laden with stars. The night was thick with humidity that made the air feel like he was sipping molasses.
Ekon wasn’t sure he liked it. His skin was slick under his clothes, and thoughts of a cool shower were tempting after days of camping out and using magic to keep clean.
Conrad stuck a hand out the window, waving.
“Don’t be a stranger,” he called before Kylo reversed to swing the vehicle around.
The headlights blinded them for a second, then Ekon caught a glimpse of Conrad cradling the sleeping child held in his arms. A look of adoration and wonder, making him look nothing like the trained assassin he’d once been.
Ekon had never considered Conrad as the maternal type. Marvin, heck yeah. Conrad was more a “hell no.” Yet he didn’t look out-of-place cradling the child as if the most precious thing in the world. He supposed he was to them.
He had no memories of experiencing that kind of love and affection he’d witnessed tonight. The child was adored. Cherished.
None of the assassins had received much of that after they’d been captured. No one had bothered to train them in being maternal.
“Do you want children?” he asked, his brain not engaging before his mouth.
Mao stilled at his side. His thoughts were not open to Ekon, and it had to make him wonder why.
“Do you?” Mao asked instead of answering Ekon’s question.
“I never saw myself having a family,” he replied truthfully, not even considering hedging around the issue.
He hadn’t.
Fuck, he hadn’t considered that in any universe he would be blessed by the Fates with a mate.
Mao turned, and his dark eyes flashed the predator within.
He cupped the back of Ekon’s neck drawing him closer until their chests pressed together.
Solid muscle against solid muscle. The scent of sweat and man, its own kind of aphrodisiac under the starlight sky, serenaded by the sounds of the night. “What about now?”
Ekon tilted his head, hair falling over his shoulders, his eyes searching for what Mao was holding back. “Wouldn’t it need to be a joint decision when it affects us both? We haven’t talked about what happens next,” he pointed out, moving the last couple of inches to steal a kiss.
He tasted the herbs and the sweetness of the cake he’d nabbed from Brandon, but beneath it was Mao’s masculine flavor that Ekon wanted to feed off. He pushed Mao back against the doorframe, pinning him as he ravaged his mouth in a passionate kiss.
Each kiss more potent than the last. Fast or slow, they all had a devastating impact when they rolled through him claiming every inch of him.
He swallowed Mao’s rumbled groan when Ekon’s hand moved over his ribcage, down to his waist to land on his ass. Finger’s dug into the round, tight butt. His earlier teasing surfacing.
Want you to feel the way I do when you slide that fat cock deep inside me. When I clench, squeeze because I don’t want to let go. Wanna know what’s it like?
A moan of complaint, “come back,” turned into a hissed curse, and Mao arching his head back to give Ekon better access to his throat as he trailed kisses under his jawline to his ear, licking around the lobe before nipping at it.
I’m sure it’s like heaven on earth, Mao grunted, hips rolling until his throbbing cock pressed against Ekon’s erection.
Then will you let me have a taste of heaven?
The big body plastered to his, shuddered violently. Passion filled, heavy-lidded eyes begged before Mao gasped, “Yes.” Just don’t get me pregnant.
Chuckling, Ekon lifted Mao off his feet effortlessly, his hand’s clasping hold of Mao’s ass to heft him high enough to force him to wrap his legs around Ekon’s waist. The light of surprise the dark depths was exhilarating.
Their clothing did little to disguise the hardness confined inside, pressing together. “I’ll do my best, but no promises.” Ekon headed back into the house.
Wearing a look of alarm, Mao quickly slung his arms around Ekon’s neck, glancing down at the ground. “Erm… I can walk?”
Ekon nuzzled into the side of Mao’s neck inhaling his scent, his desire scenting the air revealing the eagerness for what was coming. “I know, but you were being romantic at the dinner table, and this is your reward.”
He sensed Mao’s confusion, and it was kind of fun keeping his mate a little off balance. Ekon carried Mao into the hallway only to encounter his mom and dad heading for the stairs.
“Been a while since I was swept off my feet like that.” Mom stated, not hiding her delight to her husband who chuckled.
“My back ain’t up for that but—”
Mao’s head shot back. “Dad, if you love me, please don’t say another word.”
“I’ll say good night,” Ekon murmured, walking past and up the stairs, in the direction he’d seen Conrad head earlier, doing his absolute best to not laugh.
You laugh and I swear I’ll…
Whatever threat Mao was about to make died, as he smirked at his mate when they rounded the top of the stairs and were out of view.
Ekon pushed Mao against the closest wall, licking the salty skin down to his claim mark.
Teasing it with the tip of his tongue feeling each shockwave of desire pulse through Mao whose hips rolled, working his cock against Ekon’s.
When Mao’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, Ekon bit his mating mark with enough force to mark but not break skin.
Mao shuddered violently, fingers wrapped into Ekon’s hair, tugging hard enough to feel it at the roots, while the aroma of his mate's cum hung between them.
Ekon’s erection ached with the need to come, but he had learned restraint and this time his reward would be claiming his mate's ass.
So instead of rushing, he clung to Mao, vicariously soaking up each moan, whimper, and groan his mate released as he trembled through his climax until he went lax in his arms.
He placed a sweet kiss on Mao’s sweaty forehead.
Now which is your room? We’ll need a locked door for this next part because we wouldn’t want your mom bursting in on us when you start screaming my name.
Breathless, head lolling on Ekon’s shoulder, wearing a just-fucked look, Mao blinked lazily. Screaming.
Yep. He gave Mao a shit-eating grin, riding the high of his climax too.
He titled his head toward the door at the end of the hallway, a slow smile forming. “In there.”
He came closer to Ekon’s ear and whispered, “Screaming… never gonna happen.”
Back to chuckling, Ekon walked with confidence to the door, moving Mao to release a hand to open the door. Mao reached for a light switch as they stepped inside, and the room was flooded in a soft pink light.
Ekon kicked the door closed with his boot, his attention on the very masculine room that was much bigger than any bedroom he’d been in before.
The wooden floor was polished, and rugs sat on either side of the bed, under two, large windows, that had slate gray blinds, both closed.
He assumed to block out the sun and keep the room cool.
A ceiling fan moved lazily above the vast bed sitting between the two windows.
Mosquito nets hung from the large oak wooden frame shrouding the bed and were cast in a pink glow from the overhead light.
The walls were white—or pink in the light—but barely any could be seen for large paintings of snow-capped mountains and the fuck off huge TV hanging on the wall opposite the end of the bed.
To the left, a two-seater couch in dark blue sat with a small reading table next to it.
Pillows, a mountain of them, were scattered on the couch and the bed in an array of blues and grays.
The dent in the cushions on the couch suggested it was a favored place to sit.
“Nice.”
Mao shrugged, and Ekon thought he got a sense of embarrassment. “It’s home.”
“I can see that,” he murmured softly against Mao’s lips.
Whether it would be his home too, that was yet to be determined. For now, he wanted to make use of the bed built for men as large as them.
“Now where were we?” He strode to the bed and tugged the net aside and dropped Mao on the bed. Thoughts of a cool shower were no longer a priority. Getting his mate naked and the door locked… in what order he didn’t care.
Mao lay sprawled on his back, legs dangling off the bed, wearing a sexy smirk. “Dissuading you of the notion you could make me scream.”
Ekon strode to the door and, glancing back at Mao as he turned the key, wore a wicked grin. He spun on his heel and returned to the bed and quickly divested Mao of his boots, then his clothes until he was naked. His erection, heavy and hard, pointed up at what it wanted.
Desire stained Mao’s cheekbones as his arms flexed and tensed when Ekon stripped off his own clothes, teasing Mao by running his hands over hard abs and firm pecks, reaching for his puckered nipples.
“Pinch them for me, please,” Mao begged unashamedly, his eyes revealing the hunger that hung in the air and through their bond. His cock glistened as it leaked onto his stomach. It bobbed in time to his pulse, but he didn’t reach to touch. The scent was intoxicating as the fan moved the air.
This was Ekon’s show, and he loved that Mao got he needed this. He wanted to drive his mate to distraction until he did indeed scream for what he wanted—Ekon inside him.
Just like a layer cake, Ekon built each layer of desire, Mao adding to the delight of the layers as he obeyed.
Ekon fingertips tugged on the furled flesh then squeezed, wanting the bite of pain. He moaned at the sweet ache. At how the desire spread through him at the feel of Mao’s heated stare watching his every move. How he held himself back when he wanted to be in charge.
Sliding a hand over smooth, slick skin, Ekon’s muscles trembled at the delicate touch while the fingertips remained on his nipple squeezing and pulling until he felt his cock buck and drip.
“Fuck,” Mao breathed in wonder. “Look at you. So fucking gorgeous, I want to eat you alive.”
Ekon basked in the passionate confession, his cock jerking pre-cum on the rug at his feet.
Mao’s chuckle held triumph.
Ekon’s eyes narrowed on his mate, and he got a sneaking suspicion his mate was trying to unravel him. “Lube, do you have some in here?”
“In the bathroom… top shelf,” he breathed in a throaty murmur.
Fucker! Ekon gripped the base of his cock, heard and paid no attention to the chuckling as he strode into the bathroom with one thing on his mind. Lube.
Easily spotting the large, nearly full bottle, Ekon grabbed it and continued to ring his cock as he walked back into the bedroom.
He came to a sudden halt, his feet sliding on wood at the sight of Mao on all fours, his round, tight, tanned ass on full view.
His balls hung heavy between spread thighs.
“Like what you see?”
Like. What a fucking insipid word.
On the bed in a flash, all his finesse gone. He’d hoped to draw this out, but it seemed his mate wanted to play dirty. Ekon was a master of dirty play. He opened the lube and squirted it down the crack of Mao’s ass, uncaring it dripped everywhere.
Mao moaned, head hanging between his arms, his ass canting back as lube slide over the sensitive skin.
Ekon tossed the bottle on the mattress, bent, and bit hard on the nearest ass cheek, his fingers sweeping through the lube to tease the rim of muscle clenching under his touch.
“Argh… fuck.” This was quickly followed by a low whimper at the fingers tapping gently against his hole.
Ekon remained attuned to Mao as he slowly slid fingers in a rhythmic motion, circling and tapping, feeling Mao push into his touch. The eagerness for more sitting between them.
By the time Ekon had the tip of one finger rubbing and pushing inside the hot flesh, Mao was rocking into each touch, trying to get Ekon to sink deeper inside him.
He bit his ass cheek again, then kissed the sting away as he slowly pushed into the hot heaven that greedily sucked him deeper.
They groaned together, and Ekon probed for the bundle of nerves that would make this feel ten times more intense.
The second he stroked a fingertip over it, Mao’s head reared up, his back arching, muscles straining as he impaled himself on Ekon’s finger, the moan ripping from his throat sounding tortured. “More… need more.”
There. Now let's see how loud we can get.
He slipped his finger free and slid two through the excess lube and gently pushed at the relaxed, hot muscle. Only Mao was past wanting gentle and rocked with force. The fingers sliding deep and touched the nerve bundle with more force. “Motherfucker!” he howled, his cock spurting on the bed.
Ekon fucking purred in delight as he worked Mao until his throat was raw and he couldn’t hold back his own need to replace the fingers with his aching cock.
“Fuck me, stop fucking teasing me!” he roared and snapped all Ekon’s control from its leash.
“Hold the fuck on to the bed because this isn’t gonna take long.” He wasn’t ashamed because he knew the second he got inside Mao, that tight, hot, velvety sheath was going to squeeze the cum right the fuck out of him.
He wasn’t wrong!