Page 94 of Cupcake

The magical power that the coven had been stolen was safely stuffed into an iron-laced container currently sitting in hell.

Gavin dipped his head. “Go home. Let your mate care for you.”

Turning his head to nuzzle Logan’s neck, Dean had never heard a better plan in his life. He portaled them into their shared bedroom.

As soon as they arrived in the bedroom, Logan turned to wrap both arms around Dean’s neck. He kissed Dean before he drew away. “Let me take care of you, Daddy.”

“I’d like that.” For once Dean didn’t feel the need to be in charge.

Logan led Dean across the room to the bathroom. “How about a hot shower to start with?”

“Yes please,” Dean replied.

Logan pulled his phone from his pocket and typed something before setting the device aside. Probably informing the family that they were back. Dean leaned against the counter as Logan strolled to the shower and turned on the water.

Already Dean was looking forward to washing away the day. There might not be blood on his hands, but he felt dirty.

His mate returned to him with a soft smile. “You look amazing. I haven’t seen this cape of yours. My badass mage warrior.”

That was right. Logan hadn’t seen him like this. Dean only used this outfit to hide his identity when he’d been taking on his coven. He hadn’t wanted to coven members to know who he was until it was too late.

Slowly Logan undressed him.

The bathroom began to fill with steam, making the space almost dreamy. Logan knelt before he started to undo Dean’s boots. Closing his eyes, Dean pushed away memories from earlier to enjoy his boy taking care of him. This wasn’t something that he’d ever trusted anyone else to do for him.

He walked forward when Logan guided him until Dean was standing under the hot spray of the water, letting it cascade down his back. Logan closed the glass door, encasing them in the moist heat. Dean groaned as Logan slid his palms over Dean’s chest. He’d never get tired of Logan’s hands on him. The rough callouses of his work adding an extra layer of texture.

“Turn for me,” Logan whispered.

Dean turned, pressing his shoulder blades against the slick and warm tiled wall finally opening his eyes.

Logan was watching him with a half-smile and soft eyes while pouring shower gel into his hands.

“What are you thinking about, cupcake?”

Logan’s smile grew. “If I’m sweet as a cupcake, then you’re strong as the wrapper that holds me together.” One hand went to Dean’s chest as Logan trailed the other across Dean’s cock.

Even only half erect, Dean hissed at the touch.

“Do you like, Daddy?” Logan teased.

“You know I do.”

“You’re really going to like this then.” Logan sank to his knees in front of Dean.

“I like the view,” Dean told him. “That’s for sure.”

Logan wrapped one slick hand around his cock and stroked. “But you can’t come yet, Daddy.”

“Why not?” Lazily, he pumped his hips, forcing his shaft between Logan’s circled fingers.

“Remember telling me how much you like the feeling of being turned on? Liked being hard?”

Only his boy would remind him of something he’d said before. “I do.” He still thrust into Logan’s hold.

“I’m going to make you feel good,” Logan said. “Get your cock all nice and hard with my mouth. Then you’re going to take me to bed and fuck me.”

Dean’s groan vibrated off the tiles.

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