Conrad, p.10
Conrad, page 10
Naked, he stood and let his mate look his fill, because it was going to be the only chance he got.
Kylo’s tongue licked over his bottom lip as his eyes roamed over Conrad’s body in a passionate caress. “Strip,” he growled in a husky voice. His cock thrummed with the attention, despite it being only his mate’s gaze.
The tension in the air was thick and scented with pheromones that got all of Conrad’s animals excited.
Hands that shook did as he bid, Kylo’s gaze never strayed far from Conrad’s. Kylo’s cock sprung from the confines of his underwear and slapped at his stomach. The arousal left Conrad hungry for a taste. Only he had learned patience, so Conrad went to the enormous set of drawers and opened each one, searching.
“What are you looking for?” Kylo’s alarmed tone brought a wicked smile to Conrad’s lips when his fingers brushed over a little treasure hidden in a stack of socks.
He lifted out the prostate massager and flicked the small button on the base. The buzz filled the quiet of the room as Conrad slowly turned. “I was looking for something to tie you to your bed. Only I found a little fun item.” The vibration tingled his fingers. It wasn’t strong enough to do more than tease. Perfect for what he had in mind.
He strode to a red-faced Kylo, who looked a cross between defiant, mortified, and aroused. His cock pulsed, and pre-cum coated the head as he stood unmoving.
Conrad slid his empty hand around the back of Kylo’s neck and brought him closer. His fingers gripped hard enough to suggest Kylo do as bid.
A shuddery breath hit Conrad’s lips as Kylo visibly relaxed. He brushed a light kiss over Kylo’s parted lips. “What is your safe word, Mon Bebe?”
“Tembo’i,” he murmured against Conrad’s mouth as he followed when Conrad eased back.
“If you need me to stop, say it, and I will.” He kissed him hard, his tongue plundering deep as Kylo stood with his arms by his sides as if waiting for permission to touch. Desire for such an action tempted Conrad to rush, only that was not part of his plans.
“On the bed, Mom Bebe, face down.”
Kylo gave a sigh that was pure frustration, that made Conrad bite his bottom lip when Kylo complained, “Why do I always have to be face down?”
Conrad squeezed the back of Kylo’s neck. “Who is in charge here?”
“You are,” he murmured without hesitation.
“I am. Now go and lie down on the bed. Spread out your arms and legs.”
When he was right where Conrad wanted him, he found lube to coat the vibrating massager and slipped onto the bed between Kylo’s thighs. One hand pressed into the back of Kylo’s left thigh while he came forward and bit hard at the round globe of Kylo’s ass cheek. He whimpered and pushed up into Conrad’s mouth.
Easing back, Conrad groaned at the sight of a perfect teeth impression in the flesh that hadn’t broken skin. He licked over the red ridges, and Kylo’s body shivered beneath him. Hands dug into the sheets as Conrad teased the flesh, knowing the sting of pain and the tease of wetness would add to the pleasure Kylo was feeling.
Kylo was wide open to him, feeding him with each new reaction. The added connection was what Conrad was coming to love, and he couldn’t wait to explore it fully. For now, he took the plug and ran the slicked end from the top of Kylo’s ass crease to his pucker, where he held it. The buzzing sound increased as he pressed it firmly against the flesh.
Moans, small and broken, came as Kylo rocked against the covers. Conrad slapped the ass cheek he’d marked. “Did I say you could move, Mon Bebe?”
“No,” Kylo groaned.
“Then be good for me and lay still.” Conrad pushed the tip past the tight ring of muscle, knowing the vibration would be maddening. He moved over Kylo’s back to whisper in his ear, “I promise the rewards for being good will be worth it.” He traced a path from Kylo’s ear to his mating mark, where he nibbled on the skin, getting another whimper. Kylo lay passive, making Conrad’s heart soar.
Taking a deep breath to center himself, he shifted his attention back to the prostate massager. He took his time, loving the small curses coming from Kylo as he worked the slicked plug into his ass. Lodged in just the right place, thanks to how Kylo’s thoughts directed him. Moans and groans followed Conrad as he got back off the bed, going to search for something to tie Kylo to the four leg posts the bed had.
Finding nothing, not a tie or anything long enough, Conrad gave up and took one sheet from the closet, slicing it into long strips with his lion’s claw.
The sound drew Kylo’s head off the bed to look in Conrad’s direction. “Mom will be mad at you for that!”
Conrad came back and started the task of tying Kylo’s outstretched limbs. He stroked a hand down Kylo’s muscular leg, grinning. “I’ll just explain that I needed it to keep you in check…”
Kylo groaned and buried his head in the pillow.
Conrad continued to smile, his heart light as he finished restraining his mate. He checked the binds, making sure they didn’t cut off the circulation. “Again, if it gets too much, remember to use your word.”
The dark head lifted out of the pillows and twisted to look back at him. In what could only be deemed a challenge, Kylo said, “You keep telling me, why don’t you just prove it?”
Conrad’s chest swelled at just how perfect his mate was for him. He slowly slid onto the mattress next to the side of Kylo. His hand shifted. The fur of his mink traced down Kylo’s side, eliciting a moan as he sank into the mattress. A light of devilishness appeared in Conrad’s eyes as his other hand shifted into that of his black bear. The bears paw was the only one that wouldn’t give Kylo pain when he delivered a spanking.
He stroked Kylo’s body, moving over different areas until all Conrad heard was dreamy noises. It was then he delivered the first hard spank.
“Argghhh,” cried Kylo, the ties attached to the bed pulling taught as he yanked on them to escape the next hard smack. “Fuckkk!”
The sound of his cries and the slaps mingled. The blows came intermittently while Conrad stroked at the red areas with the soft fur.
Arousal thickened the air as Conrad worked over Kylo’s back, buttocks, and thighs, taking his time until his mate was red and reduced to a blabbering mess. His hips ground against the mattress as Kylo sought his release.
Conrad kept following Kylo’s thoughts, checking in to ensure he didn’t push too hard, or too fast. Kylo was a mass of conflicted thoughts as the pain and pleasure merged.
“Please,” he begged, his buttocks lifting, his thighs straining as the furry hand stroked over his ball sac.
“Mon Bebe,” he murmured sexily next to Kylo’s ear, “tell me what you want?”
“Don’t know,” he gasped as Conrad rolled his balls in a furry hand. “Need… more! Please…”
Conrad’s bear paw disappeared so he could slap at the balls in the fur. The two sensations getting a full body shudder and shout of pleasure. “That’s it, find the pleasure Mon Bebe, find that place to fly with me.”
He coaxed and continued to torment him until Kylo stopped fighting what he was feeling and dived into the depth of sensual delight Conrad offered him.
The click, Conrad felt deep in his soul. The connection between them was pure and breathtaking.
“Kiss me, please. Kiss me,” Kylo begged. “I need you.”
Swiftly he cupped Kylo’s face, moving him enough so Conrad could stare into unfocused eyes. “You are perfect, and you have me for eternity.” The kiss was feverish. Lush lips brushed against each other, Conrad’s hands and mouth the only thing touching Kylo.
He conveyed his feelings with his lips, worshipping the gift his mate gave him. Kylo’s cry of release he swallowed, his fingers stroking at the smooth skin as he sucked on Kylo’s tongue, laving it. Conrad’s cock untouched bucked, and he flew right off the cliff with Kylo. Their minds were one, their bodies in tune as they felt each other’s emotions and embraced them.
Eternity, our mate, it belongs to us…
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Sometime later, Conrad stirred, something tickling at the edges of his consciousness. The darkness alerted him to the fact it was the middle of the night. How he felt suggested he’d slept for maybe a couple of hours. His body ached pleasantly from when he’d untied Kylo and he’d showed his enthusiasm for Conrad’s ass, enough that he’d come again untouched.
He grinned at the darkness and reached out to find the bed beside him empty. The grin disappeared as the reason for why he’d woken became clear. He sat up, his senses searching for Kylo. Up off the bed, his animal’s vision helped him to find some underwear to slip on before he left the bedroom, padding silently through the quiet house, going in search of Kylo.
He found him sitting, nursing a cup of coffee, and wearing a look that had Conrad going to grab a mug of coffee to join his mate. He sat and took a sip of the coffee, letting the bitter taste burst through his system and giving it a wake-up boost as he waited.
Dark, troubled eyes met his, and Conrad saw what the issue was. “You need to speak to James.” It wasn’t a question, yet Kylo nodded.
“I need…”
“Answers,” Conrad finished when Kylo looked to struggle.
“Yes. Will you help me?”
Chapter Eighteen
Kylo
It took two days to get a call connected to Wyatt and James. Two days where Kylo fretted about what Selina might do. And at other times he laughed as his mom seemed to make it her life’s mission to make Conrad feel as mothered as possible. When she came back from the shops on day two with a pile of T-shirts in Conrad’s size, and three pairs of underpants, Kylo had to leave the kitchen, staggering as he doubled over with laughter at the look on Conrad’s face.
It wasn’t the underpants so much. Kylo’s mom knew her boys didn’t wear them. Kylo owned a couple of pairs, just like his brothers did. They were more for formal occasions where thin suit pants showed off everything they were blessed with that might not be suitable for public events. Kylo’s mom had gone for more personalized options for her newest son. The memory of Conrad holding up a pair of scant thong-like underpants, which had “I’ll rise to any occasion,” emblazoned on the front—Kylo didn’t know what was funnier—his mom’s innocent expression, or Conrad’s bright red face as he muttered, “thank you.”
There were some serious moments as well. Kylo’s dad pulled him aside at one point, asking about the house wards after the ones Selina had put up had mysteriously disappeared. In a way, that was a relief. Now Kylo knew how strong she was magically, he wouldn’t put it past her to ward their home so none of the family could get in it. He’d had them tweaked before, but clearly, Selina had other ideas and withdrew hers completely.
A chat with his dad, who had made some new contacts on his travels, saw the arrival of a man in a coat made of feathers who set up new wards, accepting the basket of food Kylo’s mom gave him, before disappearing back into the jungle. It was incredible how different the vibe of the house was, with completely new wards in place.
In the meantime, Conrad was working with Kelvin Thalassa over the phone, arranging for a video call, which Conrad said was the best Kylo could hope for if he wanted to speak to James. At the appointed hour, he and Conrad shut themselves in their room, and Kylo faced the flickering screen, feeling nervous. He rubbed his sweaty hands on his pants and let out a long breath.
“You won’t actually be talking to James,” Conrad reminded him. “Wyatt’s worked really hard with him to make this happen, as a favor to me. Speaking to James personally is not something Wyatt or James will agree to. James has agreed to answer your questions. He’ll pass them onto Wyatt via their mind link, and Wyatt will pass that information onto us.”
“I know. I know. Wyatt was very clear about his instructions.” Kylo didn’t say it, but he desperately hoped to catch a glimpse of James, and he really hoped that would happen during the video call. The man he’d spent twenty years chasing would want to look at him. Kylo was sure of it. Or at least he hoped James would.
Conrad would likely never understand how badly Kylo needed to lay eyes on James—the man he still privately thought of as Devil. There had been many times over the years where Kylo wondered if he had seen the man just randomly on the streets. Perhaps James was the handsome stranger he noticed at a coffee shop, or maybe the man was in the guise of a homeless person who turned his face when Kylo drove past. Kylo had never known if he had caught so much as a glimpse of the man he’d devoted his life to finding. Just once, he told himself, just once I want to see what the man who haunts my life looks like.
The computer dinged, and Wyatt’s face appeared on the screen. “Conrad.” Wyatt nodded at his friend, who was standing behind Kylo’s chair. “Mated life suits you. Is that a new band shirt from the 80’s?”
“Kylo’s mom got it for me.” Conrad ran his hand down the front of his new vintage T-shirt. “I think she likes me. She’s very huggy.”
Wyatt laughed, the sound only slightly distorted by the microphone. Kylo already knew the Thalassas had set it up, so the call couldn’t be tracked in any way, by any means—another insistence from Wyatt. “I’m pleased for you. Truly. But, we have twenty minutes, and Kylo, I understand you have questions for my mate. He can hear you, regardless he will not speak. If he chooses not to answer any questions you might have about his past actions, then he has the right to just not reply, and I will tell you if that happens. Is that acceptable?”
It had to be. Kylo wasn’t given any choice, so he nodded even as his jaw tightened. “I appreciate you doing this. However, I don’t want to talk about James as such. My questions are about Selina, his daughter.”
“The magic user?” Wyatt tilted his head slightly to one side. “That is… unexpected. Go on.”
Letting out a long breath, Kylo said, “Selina has been pestering me since you two disappeared, determined that her father wasn’t dead, and that I needed to find him.” Talking about James in the third person helped Kylo keep his focus where it needed to be. “I admit, at the time, I believed she was just an innocent woman wracked with grief over losing her family. Various actions recently indicate I was very wrong.”
Wyatt’s eyes narrowed. “What happened?”
Conscious of the time limit they had, Kylo simply said, “She kidnapped my parents from the airport. When Conrad and I went to save them, Selina was talking… something she’d never done before, or should I say we’ve never heard her do before. We overheard her getting progressively angrier, almost unhinged. What she said.” Kylo caught his breath, which had quickened as he tried to get everything out in the time allowed.
“She said that her father was a construct—she specifically said he was her construct, her creation. I need to understand what she meant by that. We also have reason to believe she was deliberately created, as a female, I mean, rather than simply a mistake being allowed to live because she was of no consequence. Some clarification on that—a reason. I need something. She’s threatening my family now.”
“Well, shit.” Kylo distinctly heard a hiss, and it didn’t come from Wyatt. After a sharp glance from Wyatt off-screen, the noise stopped. “She’s unraveling, and that doesn’t bode well for you two.” Wyatt fell quiet, and Kylo assumed he was listening to James in his head.
“Selina was a beautiful child.” Kylo realized Wyatt was quoting James’ words. “Back at that time, it never crossed my mind a girl could be born. For some reason, the scientist, the doctor who created the brothers… wanted her dead. I could not allow that. I was not then as I am now.”
Kylo pondered the strange wording—had James’ lack of humanity changed so drastically over a shorter period of time than Kylo thought?
“I held her. She played. I thought she was happy.” Wyatt paused, and a frown crossed his face as he glanced at that spot off-screen again.
It was so frustrating, waiting as Wyatt and James were clearly communicating between themselves. This is my time here. Why won’t you talk to me? Kylo felt the weight of Conrad’s hand on his shoulder, as if holding him in his seat.
“I thought she was happy until the day the lab they created her in burned down,” Wyatt said. “It was after the ones you know as Nico and Teilo came into being. The house you destroyed was not where they created them.”
Shit, that means there is another location. Although… if it’s been burned down…
“Selina was angry, almost manic in her fury. Her magic made her far more powerful than the scientists conceived she could be. She was jealous of the cat shifters—it was her that put them into cages when they were cubs. I set up the separate house, the one your brother bombed—moved the operations for her so she wouldn’t be upset. It wasn’t enough.”
“Are you saying she was manipulating her father as a child?” Kylo couldn’t bring himself to say “you” when it was Wyatt he was looking at, but James’ words were the ones spoken.
“They told me to kill her. I wrapped my hands around her slender throat and stared into eyes so full of trust and emotions I couldn’t describe. ‘Are you always going to be a puppet, father?’ she said in that moment. ‘A puppet who kills because someone else is scared? You’re not scared of me, are you, father?’ I would never admit that I was. Not to her. Not my daughter.”
“Fuck.” Kylo rubbed his hands over his face and then looked back at the screen. “What about Roiu? She was found wandering in the forest as a child under ten years old, by our family friend. She was taken in, presumed mute and abandoned, and was looked after by him and us. We cared about her. Are you telling me the fire and those words came from a child, not yet a teenager?”
“Yes.” Wyatt met Kylo’s eyes squarely through the screen. Kylo wished with everything he was that it was James’ features he could see. “She thought you were quaint, like toys or cute woodland creatures. On her frequent visits, when that old man believed she was asleep in her bed, she would come to me and talk about the ‘normals’ and how they lived. How she was fascinated by the magical books and cookies, viewing them as her right to have. And then she’d say, ‘They don’t know. Aren’t I clever, father?’ And, of course, I would tell her yes.”
