by Fel Fern
It didn’t matter. Danny knew the brothers would eventually work their issues out. He leaned in close to his mate, effectively stopping them in their tracks, and brushed his lips over Connor’s.
“Well, that’s my cue to leave,” Mac said, leaving them alone.
Connor gripped the back of his neck, thrust his tongue down his throat. He sucked down hard, aware of Connor’s hand trailing down his chest, then his groin. Connor squeezed his hardening dick, making him groan.
“Let’s go home,” he whispered after Connor released his mouth.
His bear’s eyes lit at that word.
“Fuck yes,” was all Connor said as he led them to Connor’s trashed but still working truck.
Connor snarled, seeing the damage Ronald did to his truck.
“Sorry about that,” he said.
Connor shook his head. “You don’t have to apologize for anything. This can be easily fixed. If I lost you, on the other hand…” Connor trailed off, but his bear didn’t need to say the words. Danny knew. It would have wrecked his bear if he hadn’t gotten there in time to rescue Danny.
“Hey,” he said, clutching Connor’s fingers hard. “I’m safe, alive thanks to you, and Ronald’s dead. It’s time we look forward to the present and the future.”
Connor smirked. “And I never did manage to reward you for getting that job.”
A shiver of anticipation crept down his spine. Danny couldn’t wait to head back home.
* * * *
Connor couldn’t wait to get his hands on his delightful mate. During the drive, he snuck a peek at Danny but didn’t see any serious injuries. The bruises Danny sustained yesterday had already begun to fade, the accelerated healing probably a side-effect of being mated to a shifter. He widened his grin.
“Let me guess, you’re thinking dirty thoughts?” Danny asked as Connor parked the truck in the driveway.
Connor spotted Mac’s truck, but he didn’t scent his brother anywhere. Rick’s was nowhere in sight. Good. He didn’t want any interruptions while he thoroughly enjoyed his mate. They got out of the truck, but a surprise awaited them in front of Danny’s cabin.
Connor tugged the note pinned on the door, along with the key taped to it. It was Rick’s handwriting. Danny leaned over his shoulder, breath catching as he read the note out loud.
“Mac and I agreed. This cabin belongs to Danny and you now. Get your shit out of the house soon, or we’re tossing it out in the snow.” Connor chuckled. He’d never say the words to his brothers out loud, but he was fucking grateful beyond words.
Danny was still officially renting the cabin, but now, it was no longer just Danny’s place of refuge while he hid from Ronald. It had turned into a place they both could call home.
“Come on,” he said, prying the key away and opening the door.
“Oh, those two are such sweethearts,” Danny murmured.
Connor flicked the switch on, snorted. “They just want my ass out of the house.”
Danny frowned at him, but he only stole a kiss from those tempting and pouting lips.
“I know. We’ll thank them in some other way. Meanwhile, I have other plans in my head.”
Danny had a mischievous look in his eyes. “Involving me?”
“Who else?”
Chapter Fifteen
Seeing the familiar look of sharp hunger on Connor’s eyes made Danny shudder in anticipation.
“You’re still wearing clothes,” Connor said casually, edging Danny toward the bedroom.
Danny’s back hit the door. He turned the knob, letting them both in. Before he got his shirt out of the way, Connor tugged him close once more for another bruising kiss. His dick hardened. Danny ran his hands past Connor’s shirt to touch hard muscled flesh.
“Missed you,” he murmured.
“Missed you back.”
They tore at each other’s clothes, naked in moments. Conner pushed him against the bed, until Danny landed on his back. Connor crawled on top of him. Danny looked down, unsurprised to see his mate already rock hard and ready.
Connor showed more patience than he expected though. His mate left kisses down the side of his mouth, his neck, the hollow of his collarbones. Connor nipped at his left nipple, left his bite mark there. He cried out, but he was too turned on to notice the pain. Then Connor flipped him on his hands and knees, but he was more than ready for his mate.
Connor grabbed the lube on the nightstand, and Danny felt his slick fingers inside his hole moments later, slicking him up for access. He moaned, thrust his ass at his mate in offering, jumping when Connor gave his ass a playful slap.
“Need you in me,” he uttered.
“Me, too, baby. Fuck.” Connor pulled his fingers away and, in moments, pushed his dick into his tight hole.
Danny moaned into his comforter, fists clenching the sheets as Connor buried his way all the way to the hilt.
“God, so good,” he said, aware of Connor giving his dick a few tugs and pulls.
“Ready for this ride, baby?” Connor asked.
He managed a groan of assent. Gripping his ass, Connor began to push in and out of him. They didn’t speak. Only the sounds of their flesh slapping together and their groans of pleasure filled the room.
“Mine,” Connor said, blanketing his body over Danny’s.
Danny shivered, growing harder as Connor nipped at the mate mark on his neck.
“All yours,” Danny agreed.
Connor hammered in and out of him, faster and deeper with each turn, leaving Danny a panting mess. His mate began stroking his dick, timing it with his thrusts. The dual sensations proved too much. Danny cried out, gasping when Connor found his sweet spot. His mate didn’t slow down. Each push brought Danny closer to climax.
“You close?” Connor asked.
“Yes,” he managed.
Connor slammed himself inside him once more, making him scream. The next entry tipped Danny over the edge. The pressure building inside him broke. His mind shattered as he came, repeating Connor’s name over and over as he spilled his load into Connor’s waiting hand.
His bear entered him a few more times, before letting out an ear-splitting growl of triumph. Connor then filled his ass with warmth. He collapsed on the bed. Connor made a quick trip to the bathroom to grab towels to clean the mess up. That done, he climbed into bed.
Danny nestled close to his mate’s muscled and sweat-slicked body. He rested his head against Connor’s chest, calmed by the confident beat of Connor’s heart. Danny twined their fingers together, feeling completely contented.
“I love you,” he said.
“I fucking love you, too, baby,” Connor replied automatically. Then his bear fell silent. “When you said those words to me yesterday, you scared the hell out of me. It sounded like you were ready to die.”
Danny shut his eyes. “I was, but I knew if that happened, I wouldn’t have any regrets, because I met you. I learned to love thanks to you.”
Connor kissed him hard enough to draw blood. His werebear’s eyes blazed a bright gold. “Good thing we both came out alive, because I wouldn’t know what to do without you.”
He took Connor’s fingers to his mouth, kissed each callused digit. “You don’t have to worry about a thing, baby. I’m here. I’ll always be by your side, and I’m never leaving you again.” Danny would keep that promise.
“You gave up your career to be with me.”
“I gave up nothing.” The fierceness in his words surprised both of them. “I don’t regret my decision to stay one bit. I got that job, didn’t I? I’m sick of just focusing on my career. I like it here in this town and being with the one man who matters. You, us, we’re worth it.”
“Yes.” Connor brushed his lips gently against his forehead. “I’ll take good care of you, baby. Anyone who tries to take you away from me will receive a hell of a reckoning.”
“I know you will.” He smiled, recalling his proud, feral warrior, barging into that motel room without a care for his
own safety. Danny had no doubt his mate would do it all over again. As for him? Danny wouldn’t stop fighting, either.
Danny fell asleep that way, tucked in the warm embrace of his lethal, possessive, and caring mate.
THE END
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