Page 10 of Hellhounds and Homicides

“I need you to take the pressure off.” He said with a slight chuckle. “It’s in a bad state it will probably need a lot of work.”

"I can give you all that you need, baby, never doubt me." Dumas moved to settle himself between Rowen's legs and then took the hardened cock between his lips, sucking lightly on the tip and relishing the moans produced by Rowen. He began to thrust his hips, but Dumas held him still and took his throbbing cock one excruciating inch at a time.

CHAPTER SIX

Rowen was thankful that Hadden had gotten a confession out of the building manager. He was human so the police would be able to deal with him. The other two who had been in the room were not full human. Rowen had detected magics such as mystic or a mage perhaps. They could not end up in police custody, it would be too big of a risk to all paranormal communities.

Dumas he still couldn't believe that Fate had given him such a man. A hellhound of such distinction was his mate. He felt like pinching himself, but fortunately, Dumas was doing that for him. The man had an extremely talented mouth, and Rowen was enjoying every second of his attention. He brought him to the edge over and over, staving off his climax with a quick pinch at the base only to bring him to the edge again. It was delicious.

They were bonded mates who had been linked for all time, and Rowen felt the peace and security of it all right down to his soul. Dumas would stand by his side for all eternity, and that didn't scare him in the least. Before Dumas, he struggled with any sort of meaningful connection. Life had left him feeling cut off and disconnected, maintaining only shallow surface relationships that had no meaning.

One look at Dumas and his heart had shattered as well as his mind. The thought of a mate had not entered his mind but when it happened it was like being thunderstruck. His life came into stark focus and all the needs he’d repressed and denied came roaring to the surface. Dumas owned him from the very first glance.

He took him directly down his throat and did something with his muscles that had Rowen crying out and coming so hard he saw stars, and his vision began to darken. Dumas kept working on him, pulling out every sensation, every thrill, making his body tremble. Slowly, Dumas finished and then crawled up Rowen's body to place a heated, passionate kiss on his lips.

"Feel better, baby?" Dumas asked, teasing.

"Never better, sweetheart, never better." Dumas rolled off of him, and Rowen missed him immediately, so he reached out to him.

“Let’s get dressed and I’ll order some breakfast. There’s a nice café on the first floor that does early deliveries and their food is good.” Dumas kissed him again and then rolled to a seated position on the edge of the bed. Rowen could not take his eyes off him. Dumas was a perfect specimen of male excellence from his gleaming black hair to the tanned muscled body everything about him was flawless.

“Do you mind if I take a quick shower?” Rowen asked and was quickly brought to understand that he did not need to ask for anything this was his home, and he could do as he liked. “Thank you, Dumas.” Rowen was deeply touched.

“What’s mine his yours my love.” He said and Rowen could hear that every word was sincere. Dumas wasn’t spouting pleasantries he was setting the foundation for their lives together. He stared at the man for a few seconds and thenheaded into the bathroom. This day truly qualified as the happiest day of Rowen’s life.

Rowen finished his shower and went out into the living room in a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. He was soon swallowed up into the arms of a very lustful hellhound. Dumas had him bent over the counter in record time, taking full advantage of his nakedness.

“You look heavenly in this outfit.” He breathed against his throat while squeezing his ass and rubbing his thigh against Rowen’s cock. “I wish we had more time. You should wear nothing but a towel whenever you’re at home from now on.” Rowen chuckled and reached around to take a handful of Dumas’ clothed ass.

"Maybe you should too." He suggested, and Dumas agreed.

“Okay, I’ll let you get dressed.” He relented and slowly released him. Rowen quickly pulled on his clothes from yesterday. Breakfast was the standard fare but, as Dumas had said, their food was good. The eggs were scrambled correctly, the bacon browned just right, and the toast was homemade bread it was a lovely meal.

“Why were you in your cat form on the roof?” Dumas asked the question Rowen thought he’d ask sooner.

"No one notices a stray cat, and they will talk and incriminate themselves or give information they intended to keep quiet. I have many ways of closing cases, and not all are standard police work." Rowen smiled and took a sip of his coffee.

“Makes sense as long as you keep your true nature concealed.”

"I do; there are few who can see through a stray's enchantment. Master Hadden can see, and apparently hellhounds, but everyone else sees me as human."

“That’s why you stayed away from the coven?”

“I tried to stay away from most paranormals just in case, but particularly Master Hadden."

“Well, the cat’s out of the bag now.” Dumas finished his coffee and stood.

“Oh ha, ha, aren’t you the comedian.” Rowen also stood and grabbed his coat. Dumas placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned down for a quick but serious kiss.

"I'll be anything you want me to be, baby." He whispered. His words were simple, but Rowen could see that he meant every single one.

"I have to report to the station after this meeting. I'll let you know the status of Grainger's confession."

"Thank you. Now it's time to go." Dumas once again placed a hand on his shoulder and guided him out the door and down to the basement garage. The drive was quick, and soon, they pulled in and parked. Rowen was somewhat familiar with the building but had never been inside for obvious reasons. Now he had to force himself to suck up all his insecurities and follow his mate.

The second they entered the Hadden Center, Rowen could feel the power pulsing through the place. He'd never gotten close to Master Hadden. He steered clear of him because he knew the Master would easily see through his enchantment and know him immediately. He wasn't sure why Nikolas Hadden bothered him so much. Perhaps it was because he reminded himof the Wazir, who wielded similar power and control, just in different realms.

He wondered how being so close to the man would affect him, and his worry must have shown on his face. "Don't worry; the Master tones it down when he's around humans and smaller shifters." Dumas read his mind. "Besides, you've bonded with a hellhound, so there isn't anything you can't handle." Once they exited the vehicle and headed for the elevator, Dumas put his hand on Rowen's shoulder, keeping him close and maintaining that necessary contact. "You have the strength of a hellhound." He added.

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