Page 61 of Daddy Frost

“Yes, sir,” Delta purred naughtily. He’d discovered another one of his mate’s kinks around six weeks ago. Kalen loved when he called the man sir during sex. The lowercase sir, not the uppercase, though Delta would call him that, too, if their relationship went in that direction.

Kalen gave a throaty growl. “Pants, muffin.”

With a sassy grin, Delta shoved his pants and boxers down his legs. He leaned over the counter and stuck his ass out, waiting for the amazing pounding he knew Kalen would give him.

“So goddamn beautiful,” his mate murmured. Wet fingers skimmed over Delta’s ring of muscle then pushed inside, causing his cock to grow even harder.

“Oh god,” Delta whimpered softly, his eyelids fluttering closed.

“You know what I like, hon,” Kalen gently reminded him, his fingers thrusting in and out of Delta’s ass, stretching him wide.

Forcing his eyes back open, Delta lifted his head and gazed at his mate in the large bathroom mirror. Kink number three he’d discovered. Kalen loved having sex in front of mirrors, but so did Delta.

He loved watching his mate behind him, loved to see what he could only feel without a mirror. It always heightened the sensations and Delta’s arousal.

“See where my hand is?” Kalen’s eyes were heavy-lidded, watching Delta watch him. “Feel how my fingers are buried in your ass?”

That would be the fourth kink. Talking dirty during sex.

“Yes,” Delta hissed.

“Keep your eyes open.” Kalen lowered to his knees. Delta’s head fell back when his mate’s tongue lapped hungrily at his hole.

Then he pulled away, taking that divine tongue with him. “You’re not watching, sweetheart.”

How in the hell had his mate known? Since he wanted that tongue back on him, Delta lowered his head and locked eyes with him. “Sorry…sir.” He smirked.

Kalen growled and nipped one of Delta’s cheeks. “Brat.”

A brat who was going to ride his mate’s soft beard. One of Delta’s new favorite kinks.

He watched in the mirror, his breath hitching when Kalen began to lick at his hole again, his tongue grazing over nerve endings that made Delta shiver. He gently pushed back, letting out a soft groan and hiss when Kalen’s facial hair abraded his skin.

Kalen ground his beard and mustache against Delta’s hole while his fingers were still stretching him. Delta was going to lose his freaking mind any second. His mate knew how much he loved that.

After a few more minutes of teasing the hell out of him, Kalen rose up to his feet, towering over him. The size difference always amazed Delta.

It was like looking into a mirror and seeing a warrior standing there, someone who would always keep him safe.

His chest hitched at the depth to which he loved his mate. He would do whatever Kalen asked of him because he owned Delta so completely.

As they stared at one another, Kalen’s fingers slipped free. The head of his mate’s cock touched his slick, stretched hole. Kalen winked right before he drove inside Delta’s ass.

“Kalen!”

“Right behind you, baby.” Kalen growled softly and then grabbed Delta’s hips and pounded into him, his gaze focused on where they were joined. Delta was just lost in the feeling of Kalen riding his ass, his cock filling him completely.

The faster his mate pistoned into him, the closer Delta shot toward the edge. “Kalen,” he whimpered.

Kalen gripped Delta’s cock, stroking the hard flesh to the rhythm of his thrusts. “Come for me, beautiful,” his mate murmured before he sank his canines in.

Delta exploded at the same time he felt Kalen pulsing inside of his ass. He threw his head back and shouted his mate’s name once more. The sight of Kalen’s canines embedded in his shoulder, the savage expression on his face, only drove Delta’s orgasm higher.

Pulling his canines free, Kalen licked the wound and nuzzled his neck with a hard exhale. This was the man he loved, the man who had saved Delta from not only his uncle but himself. Kalen was his Sexy Man, and Delta was his muffin.

Delta had integrated into the Frost home, had grown to care about the people who lived there, and was so happy he didn’t give a crap when his stepsons teased him and called him Daddy Frost.

Delta would wear that name like a badge of honor. He even loved the adorable pups.

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