Conrad, p.6
Conrad, page 6
The head on the mattress moved enough that Kylo could look a little easier at Conrad without lifting his head. “Bring it!”
Conrad didn’t hesitate and slapped the exposed ball bag between Kylo’s legs with four fingers hard enough to make a loud slapping sound.
He writhed on the bed, his hands turning into fists, but Kylo never used his word. The open bottle was forgotten for a moment, Conrad’s worked his free hand under Kylo and angled his rock-hard cock so it was pointing down between his legs so Conrad could get better access to it.
Another hissed curse from Kylo, and Conrad was ready to get started. “You look beautiful,” he rasped, deepening his voice.
Color deepened the skin tone on Kylo’s face as his eyelids fluttered. Conrad took deep breaths, releasing the air to center himself before he tipped up the bottle of oil and emptied the contents over Kylo’s back, legs, and outstretched arms.
Before it could dribble down the warm flesh, Conrad spread himself over his mate. Torso to torso, legs to legs and arms to arms, he used his weight to pin Kylo to the mattress. The oil spread between their bodies, slicking their skin. His cock pulsed as it nestled in the crack of Kylo’s ass, sliding easily with the oil. It was eager to go, and Conrad had to take a breath and remember this wasn’t about his need.
Conrad called upon his rhino, adding more weight slowly, constricting Kylo’s breathing until the tension inside his body started to release. His face aligned with Kylo’s and he whispered, “Turn your head so I can reach those pretty lips.”
Conrad placed his hands over Kylo’s, threading their fingers together. Their gazes met. “Open your mouth.”
He could see the confusion in the pinched brow, but Kylo’s lips parted. “Between two lungs, the breath that carries me into you.” He breathed out, sending his breath into Kylo with all that he was. Embracing his mate in the only way he knew how.
His dragon groaned in his head as Kylo accepted it. His body recognizing their offer as it slipped into his mouth, and he swallowed. A groan reverberated through Kylo as Conrad continued to give him his breath. Kylo melted against the mattress, his limbs lax, and it was then Conrad slowly slid his body against the slick skin beneath him. Juniper scented the air as they continued to breathe each other in, and Conrad gave Kylo a full body massage using his.
Time passed. The sounds in the room were gentle moans and groans. Slick flesh squelched occasionally as Conrad moved sensuously over his mate, continuing to keep him pinned to the mattress. Taking away all his worries, making him focus only on breathing, on feeling.
“Need you,” Kylo moaned as Conrad slipped his cock a little deeper between the tight buttocks of his mate’s ass. Kylo squeezed and titled his buttocks as much as Conrad’s weight would allow.
“I know, but you told me you wanted me to take you apart. We aren’t there yet,” he murmured seductively in his ear, keeping the rocking of his body slow and easy.
“Fuck, come on,” Kylo begged, his ass lifting a few milometers, trying to encourage Conrad’s cock to go deeper.
He gritted his teeth as it caught on the rim of muscle that was slick with oil. Kylo continued to keep his limbs stretched wide showing he had handed over control. Only he sounded far too composed for Conrad’s liking.
A smile that would warn those who knew him well to behave lit his eyes as he grazed his teeth over Kylo’s shoulder. “You’re ready for me?”
“Yes, fuck yes!”
The level of desperation made his grin widen and Conrad was glad Kylo couldn’t see his expression. His cock thickened and lengthened at his will. “Are you sure, Mon Bebe?”
Kylo’s body shuddered and moved in an agitated way as Conrad pushed the head of his larger cock against the rim. The width of the head caused Kylo to pant as the slickness covering the sensitive skin added to Conrad’s pleasure. “You want my fat cock to pin you to the mattress? To take you apart?” He kissed the back of Kylo’s neck, licking a path over his shoulder, tasting the oil and salt of his sweat.
The choked sob came with a head bob.
“Words, Mon Bebe, I need words,” he encouraged as he pressed a little firmer, making the muscle stretch and burn.
He gasped, and shivers racked his body. “Please…”
Conrad’s jaw widened, his teeth elongated before his mouth clamped on Kylo’s shoulder, biting true while he slowly pushed the head of his cock past the tight rim of muscle.
Sounds poured from Kylo’s lips. Conrad sweated as he concentrated to make sure he didn’t miss any of what his mate was saying.
His mate’s essence filled his mouth and Conrad’s blood sang in harmony with the new life. His insides lit up like a fireworks display, and he swallowed and continued to push deep into his mate.
“Fuck, I feel you everywhere,” Kylo groaned. “Am I on fire? I’m burning. The pleasure…” His body was motionless except for his twitching ass muscles that clasped snuggly around Conrad and his heaving chest.
He continued to babble as Conrad licked his mating mark. Words ran into each other as Conrad seated himself fully inside his mate, glorying in how Kylo accepted Conrad’s possession of his body, of his soul.
When he bottomed out, Kylo was crying. Tears poured down his cheeks, and his lips were wet and puffy. It wasn’t sadness that Conrad sensed, but that of relief, at being freed from the chains that came with Kylo’s life. Freedom to fly, and to know that Conrad would be there to catch him.
Conrad rolled them until he was the one flat on his back, and Kylo was lying fully on him, pinned to him by the huge cock in his ass. He let go of his hands, and one reached for Kylo’s throat, the other for his cock. “You are mine, as I am yours,”—he tightened his possessive hold on Kylo’s throat—“for eternity.”
“Yes,” he gasped. “Show me.” His head shifted on Conrad’s shoulder, and teeth struck his throat.
A loud moan rumbled out of him as his animals rejoiced with him. Conrad thrust into the tight sheath and stroked down the aroused cock leaking over his hand. Each stroke and thrust brought sounds of pleasure, feeding his soul.
“You do not come until I tell you to.” He wasn’t sure his mate heard him as he sucked at the mate mark he’d made, his cries caressing Conrad’s skin.
His cock throbbed, and pleasure built layer upon layer by the time Kylo’s hands reached up to grip hold of Conrad’s head. Fingers dug and pulled painfully on the hair, making Conrad’s blood sing. “Yes, show me you’re ready to come apart.”
Kylo’s whole body gleamed with sweat and oil as he undulated mindlessly as Conrad held him pinned by his hands and cock.
“Can I come,” Kylo’s whole body tensed as he begged in a strangled voice. “Please… please… let me come… Sir,” he cried out.
Conrad’s heart soared. “Yes,” he whispered against the side of Kylo’s face. The tightening muscles sucked Conrad’s seed from him as Kylo screamed, and the cock in his hand hardened, and ribbons of cum pelted Kylo’s gleaming skin.
Chests billowing, Conrad sank into pleasure as he prolonged his mate’s release with slow, steady strokes. His cum, which had filled his mate’s ass, leaked down on his thighs and balls. He grinned to himself at thoughts of getting Kylo to lick him clean.
When Kylo finally turned his head to look at Conrad, flushed and looking replete. There was a sense of peace that was new, and something else… acceptance?
Chapter Ten
Kylo
It appeared Conrad’s superpowers extended into Kylo’s dreamscape, and for the first time in longer than he could remember, Kylo’s dreams were horror-free. He awoke feeling more at peace with himself than he had in a long while, and in the light of day he wasn’t going to dwell too firmly on why that was. His relationship with Conrad was still too new, and Kylo wanted to just accept what happened in the privacy of their bedroom was between him and his mate alone. How that might impact the day-to-day and the way they conducted themselves remained to be seen.
Unwilling to deal with the good-natured and often pointedly picky attentions of his brothers, Kylo suggested he and Conrad go out for breakfast, before heading into the police station. Conrad’s grin and ready acceptance were another adjustment, which Kylo added to the list of things he was learning about his mate. It was the right move, though. Kylo literally felt the weight of the family house fall from his shoulders as he drove them out of the gates in Felix’s car.
Of course, Conrad picked up on it. “You don’t like living in your family home?”
“There’s a lot of expectations on me there,” Kylo said slowly, choosing his words carefully. “My parents are good people. My mom will love you like another son, and my dad will welcome you with open arms. I have no doubt about any of that. But, with the recent incidences…” Kylo made a point of not mentioning Devil by name, “I’ve encouraged them to travel more, and they really seem to enjoy it.”
“Is that something you’d like to do?” Conrad was watching the scenery, and Kylo wondered what he saw. As in, what did the eyes of a trained observer see in comparison to everyone else?
He focused on his mate’s question. “I love Paraguay. I love this town. I love the people. I work hard to keep them safe. I’ve often dreamed of moving out of the family homestead, but I would never want to leave the area or my job. Would that be an issue for you?”
Conrad chuckled and stretched out his long legs. There was more room to do that in the SUV, but Kylo made a mental note to get Mao and Felix to collect the jeep from the death house.
Maybe Mao could just blow that place up, too. Only there had been enough questions about the disappearance of the scientists’ house where Nico and Teilo were held captive—a suggestion that someone up the political chain had some idea of what was going on. Kylo didn’t want to take that risk of blowing up the death house—two bombings in one year was extreme, regardless of geography. There was also the small matter of Selina to deal with, but for the drive into town at least, Kylo wanted to focus on his new relationship.
“My animals would struggle if they couldn’t see you all day, and as I do not need to make money, you can always employ me as an unofficial police consultant. Any position at all that allows my animals, and me…” Conrad’s grin was wide, and he wiggled his eyebrows, “the right to be close to you at all times. My dragon sees you as the greatest treasure in our hoard.”
“I’m not sure anyone has referred to me as a treasure before.” Kylo felt his cheek heat. “I’m sure we can work together. Your insights could prove useful to me.” He sighed. “I don’t get a lot of support in my work, so yours would be welcome, but that lack of support is understandable. Life is hard here for many locals. Strangely, we don’t have high homicide rates, or at least not many reported homicides. Discounting the recent events with Duron and Beaumont, on a more general scale, this area is still part of a wider trafficking network between Brazil, Argentina, and more recently Bolivia, so there is always something to keep me busy.”
“What sorts of things does your office focus on, as in prevention tactics?”
It was Kylo’s turn to laugh. “Prevention tactics are minimal—we don’t have the resources to do more than we already do. My people do their best, don’t get me wrong. If they’re offered a year’s salary to overlook a parcel going through customs, or to let a stopped vehicle carry on its way when it’s clearly filled with guns or drugs, most people here are going to take that money rather than risk having one of those guns used on them. I can’t blame them. It’s part of our history here. During the time of dictators, fortunately now passed, locals learned to keep their heads down, and they did what they could to survive. That mentality persists today.”
“It’s interesting, isn’t it, how a certain mindset can impact generations, even when changes get put in place for the better?”
Kylo shrugged. “Belief in those positive changes can take a long time. One of the biggest problems we have is that for numerous years, generations even, people in law enforcement were as bad as the criminals they turned a blind eye to. There is very little public trust in what we do, which makes getting people to cooperate, or even report crimes, difficult. And then we have the issue where I could catch someone red-handed committing a crime, and chances are that person, if they have the right money and connections, would end up walking free. Our overcrowded prison population exacerbates the problem.”
“And yet you still keep going to work every day.” Conrad’s hand on Kylo’s knee had the feeling of approval about it. “Looking very handsome while doing so, I might add.”
“I didn’t think they trained assassins in flattery.” It pleased Kylo all the same, and he made sure that feeling flowed through their bond. “Enough about work for now, especially before breakfast. There’s so much I don’t know about you. For example, do you cook? Because if you don’t we’ll be living on take out a lot. And what sort of place would you like to call home?” He glanced at Conrad quickly. “Assuming you’d want to stay here with me. We’d need a house of our own.”
“I’m not going to take you away from all you know.” Conrad sighed and went back to looking out the window. They were close to town. “All I wanted when me and my cage brothers were released was somewhere I could stretch out and watch television. Gaming. Things like that. I can do that pretty much anywhere. Now the council won’t be calling on me again, and we can be sure that Beaumont and Duron will see to that, I don’t see any problems living here with you. And yes, I can cook.”
“Then why the sigh?” Kylo had to pay more attention to the roads now that they were in my traffic. “Is there something you’ll miss about where you were living before?” Someone? Kylo didn’t say that out loud.
“Only my television.” Conrad laughed again. “I can’t believe how you can drive in all this craziness. Sorry, on a serious note, I guess me and my cage brothers must have known on some cellular level that this day would come, especially after Ajani met Marvin. That idea that we could meet mates, be worthy of them, and live normal lives. It’s taking a bit of adjustment, and for some of us, that will be harder than for others…”
Kylo guessed his mate was talking about Wyatt.
“I’m good at adapting.” Kylo almost missed Conrad’s wink as he zapped into a parking space that had just come free. “We’ll create our home. Maybe even have a kiddie or two one day.”
“Kids?” Kylo almost yanked the parking brake out of its socket in shock.
“Why not?” Conrad’s eyes were creased in mirth. “As I said, I’m very adaptable, and a couple of my friends have already proven it’s possible.”
“I think I need coffee.” Kylo swallowed hard, his mind racing in a dozen different directions. “I’ve never dreamed…” and then his brain latched onto the one requirement necessary for Conrad to get pregnant. “Do you mean I could…”
“Adaptable,” Conrad repeated, “And for you, versatile. Now, come on. Let’s get you that coffee.”
Chapter Eleven
Conrad
His swagger was all for Kylo, who was looking like he’d swallowed an enormous egg, and it had stuck in his throat. Conrad would be anything his mate needed, and that included being versatile. It wasn’t something he’d trusted the guys he’d fucked in the past to do to him. Being vulnerable in that way for another, that had never been an option. Kylo was different. They were mates, and he understood Kylo would never take advantage of him deep on every level.
He’d caught Kylo’s fleeting thoughts through their bond and the niggle of worry that Conrad had someone special back home. His TV was the only thing he valued aside from his cage brothers.
For Conrad, it was simple. What had come before Kylo was gone, and now there was only what came next for them—together.
In the café, the scent of frying meat made his stomach growl after all the energy he’d expelled the night before.
At the counter, Kylo ordered enough food to feed an army and got a grin from Conrad. They found an empty table tucked in a corner that allowed them easy access to an exit. A habit Conrad had that Kylo appeared to have, too. His smile widened at how he was starting a list in his head of things that matched. It was probably silly, only Conrad didn’t care.
Kylo eyed him over a large mug of steaming coffee in such a way Conrad considered he had projected his thoughts. A hint of a blush graced his cheeks, and he kept eye contact as Kylo sipped the dark liquid and sighed in pleasure.
“Perfect! Strong enough to put hairs on your chest.”
Conrad looked at the T-shirt stretched across Kylo’s broad chest before picking up his cup. “I fucking hope not, or you’re gonna find yourself on the receiving end of some hot wax.” A wicked grin graced Conrad’s lips when Kylo shook his head. “Actually, I think you’d enjoy that, so we should stop off at a sex shop if they have them here and get some candles.”
Kylo spat coffee all over the table as the server arrived with their food, as he coughed violently. Conrad chuckled at his mate’s flaming red face.
Conrad put his mug back down, grabbing the napkins to mop up the mess, grinning at the server, who was a pretty young girl. “Sorry, I can’t take him anywhere,” he said jovially, hoping she understood English.
“You’ll pay for that later,” Kylo muttered, the mug now on the table, a hand wiping over his chin as he looked at the plate of food in front of him.
Conrad got in a little closer, feeling the heat radiate from Kylo. His scent tickled his nose and made his lion want to rut. “I’ll look forward to it.” His mouth was close to Kylo’s ear, and he couldn’t resist nipping the lobe.
“Behave!” Kylo’s scent of arousal was intoxicating and competed with the tasty smelling food in front of them. “We have work to do.”
Conrad sighed and could feel Kylo’s conflict about wanting to leave and go home to the safety of his bedroom over going to work. So he relented for now and sat back, lifting his cutlery. “What do you think Selina will do next? She has to be mighty pissed she didn’t get her way yesterday.”
