Page 52 of Breaking the Code

He’s splitting me in two.

Draven’s a god. My god. He’s not only buried himself inside my body, but he’s burrowing into my mind and taking my psyche captive. I’m just a vessel for him to command. He is the owner. The captain. The lord and master.

“What was it ye said ye called me when I robbed ye o’ thought?”

He pulls out of me, rubbing the head of his cock over my hole, thrusting into me in one move before pulling back out.

I feel sound moving in my throat, but all I hear is the roaring of blood in my ears. All I see is my Highland Viking god over me.

“Hmmm? I dinnae understand that. What did ye say?”

He punctuates the question with another deep, hard thrust and I scream, “Daddy!”

The world falls away and I’m lost in a sea of his ownership. Floating on the waves as he fucks me hard and fast, then slows down, then speeds up. There’s no pattern to grab onto. No rhyme or reason. There’s only Draven. Daddy. The man I’ve watched and wanted. Now he’s here, and he’s mine.

Hopefully.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

DRAVEN

When Tavish hits subspace, that floaty, dazed look takes over his face. Watching him soar sends tingles through my body until they detonate in my spine. My cock pulses and I throw back my head, roaring as my climax rushes through me. As I thrust deep into him one last time, my back arches and my body stiffens. My cock throbs as I fill the condom wrapped around it. The hot, sticky fluid gushes from me so forcefully I wish I’d gone bare so I could see it run out o' his gaping hole afterward.

Watching the boy fall apart under me is a dream. The greatest pleasure I’ve experienced in many years. It could’ve only been better if Simon were here, fucking Tavish’s pretty mouth while I fuck his tight little ass.

Tavish is fucking perfection as a sub. Obedient and willing to please one moment, bratty and obstinate the next. Every command I gave him, every position I moved him into, he went willingly. I don’t know if he was fully aware o' my check-ins on his color, but his answers o’ “green” matched his body, so I continued.

I kiss his forehead as I pull from his body, walking to the bathroom to dispose o' the condom. Back in the bedroom, I wipe him down. The boy came so much and so hard it’s in his hair and on his face.

Unable to help myself, I lick a splash o’ it from his chest and feed it to him from my tongue. Next time we do this, I want it to be my come I feed him afterward. I want to taste myself on his skin and in his mouth. I want to lap the come from his thighs.

“I don’t think I can go another round,” he whimpers as my lips continue cleaning him up as I drag the washcloth over his body behind my kisses.

“I dinnae think I ken either.” I laugh. Looking at the clock, I see we were at it for a while, so it’s nae surprising he and I are both spent.

Once he’s clean, I turn down the bedding and tuck him in. These wee acts o' caring for him open up a Pandora’s box o' daddy things I want to do. Things I’m hoping he’s okay with. Simon indulged my Daddy tendencies, but Tavish has already admitted he thinks o' me that way, so I’m just hoping our kinks continue to line up.

I stand next to the bed and pull on my clothes, watching him drift off to sleep. Once again, I’m struck by just how beautiful he is. I move to leave so he can nap, but he grabs my hand.

“Stay.” His sleepy mummer pierces my heart, but the boy’s gonna need calories and water given the number o’ times he came.

“Sleep,” I whisper. “I’ll be here when you wake.”

I lean over him, kissing his forehead and brushing the curls back. He hums, burrows into the pillow, and is snoring before I make it to the door. I take his phone and comms unit, turning on the ringers before placing them on his nightstand.

At the bedroom door, I look back at him. I hate the idea o’ leaving him alone. I know he’s safe here. Everly and her men are verra protective o’ him for reasons I dinnae ken, but now that I’ve claimed him, I want to be the one protecting him, caring for him.

“It’s about time you got your head out of your ass where he’s concerned,” Damon says as I close the door behind me when I exit his rooms.

I cock my brow at him. “He’s mine,” I growl.

Damon nods and walks away.

I watch him disappear, still curious how Tavish evoked that protective big brother response from a man such as Damon. I turn and head toward the kitchen to put a meal together for Tavish.

Making food for someone other than myself stirs something inside. Something I’ve nae felt for anyone other than Simon. The wash o’ newness with every emotion and action disturbs me. Every wave brings up memories I dinnae want to relive. Simon has been gone for ten years. It shouldnae still hurt to think o’ him like it does. Pushing the thoughts away, I head back to the beautiful boy I left in bed.

The thought o’ Tavish in bed perks my cock up. Picking up the pace, I’m shocked when I open the door to find him at his desk.

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