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“In case Indigo comes home sooner than expected.”
“Shush and besides, Cobalt’s already seen,” I said, pulling his pants and underwear down to his knees. “Brain cells are important.”
“So, you’re going to suck mine out through my dick?” he chuckled, but the sound died as I licked away a drop of precum waiting there just for me.
Chapter Eight
Teal
I died a little bit there in the lift with Ciro. His warm, moist mouth slipped over the head of my dick like the killing blow from an assassin. I was too hard and too needy. I wanted to rip things asunder and bash them until nothing was left and their atoms exploded from the pressure. Except, that melted away the tiniest bit with my mate’s mouth sliding up and down my dick. His tongue pressed hard to my underside, and I held onto his shoulders as my knees wobbled a bit.
Fuck!
He was going to be the death of me. This rut was going to be the last thing that ever happened. His warm mouth sliding up and down my shaft was the last thing I’d ever feel and I could die a happy man. He pulled back for air, and I took advantage of the small break to run my fingers through his hair.
“My poor mate,” he whispered, sounding kinder than I probably deserved. “You’ve been running around and trying to save the world. Then everything happens all at once. It always does that. The seed bombing guys getting caught and me showing up out of nowhere. Then your brother being a dick over a little water like the baby’s going to rust or something. My poor mate.”
Normally, I’d have kicked the shit out of someone for saying it like that, but Ciro was right, and he was my mate.
“My poor baby,” he cooed and ran his tongue up my shaft again. “Don’t you worry. We’ll get your brain cells back.”
He smelled as sincere as he did horny. I leaned back against the lift’s wall and pushed everyone else out of my thoughts and off any links with me. I needed space. I needed them furtheraway so I could concentrate on the feline god giving my dick the most divine treatment it ever received.
Ciro’s soft hand slid down to cup my heavy balls, and I swore under my breath. I was raw to the touch, and everything made me think I might explode. He rolled my balls around his long, nimble fingers as he sucked on me. It didn’t take much. The whole night was too long and the rut too hot to ignore. I gripped his shoulders, afraid I might crush him as I came in explosive sticky streams inside his mouth. Ciro drank down the pleasure his glorious mouth coaxed out of me. When I was soft and panting against the wall, he righted my clothes and pushed himself upright for a long, lingering kiss.
“Now where were we going?” he laughed when the kiss broke. “I might have more brain cells than you, but I’ve forgotten how to rub them together.”
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in close to me. He melted into my arms, warm with phantom fur tickling the places where my skin was bare. Everything else was a background hum. I hadn’t heard the last about seed bombing. I wasn’t sure how our system would work if we expanded it even further. I wasn’t sure it would work. I had a family to protect. Now, I had a mate to protect and probably babies soon too.
“Did they feed you?” I asked, pulling myself away from worrying about problems that weren’t ripe yet.
“I can feed myself,” Ciro shrugged, “but no, I haven’t eaten yet.”
“I think that has to be our first stop.”
“You need to eat unless you ate at your grandparents’ house,” Ciro countered with.
“No, I haven’t,” I shook my head and pressed the button to send the lift to the ground floor of the tower. “You know, I’m lucky Guardie didn’t bite me. He was asleep on the other side of Odie.”
“You weren’t a threat. From what Odie and Ambry told me about that dog, it’s been through so much bullshit that a pitcher of water isn’t something he’s worried about. Though, that was a dick move. It wasn’t cool. What if I was hiding from assassins or something?”
“Uh… I’m pretty sure Medwin wouldn’t have sent you here unless he planned for the murder dog to blow them up or something,” I teased as the lift doors opened.
I sniffed the cool early morning air. It wasn’t late night anymore. Somewhere along the way the sky had lightened and started to break in the day. It was going to be a long day. Things seemed so simple for my brothers. Sure, the murder dog was involved but at least Grandpa hadn’t sent their mates under the guise of sending a guard.
“Let’s order out unless you have something quick,” Ciro said as we stepped out of the lift hand in hand.
“Bossy,” I laughed. “We’ll get whatever you want.”
“I don’t know that we should use the stove. If we forget about it and burn down Moonglow I don’t think your grandparents will forgive us. This is one of Medwin’s favorites, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “I’m surprised he gave it up at all.”
“I’m not. Greatgrandchildren are something special,” Ciro shrugged. “Did he really know?”
“Well, he found you on purpose from what he says. Some stateside bear shaman told him enough to find you.”
“So, I got the job because he thought we’d screw around?” Ciro cringed.
