Chapter 27

Tavish turns in my arms.My feet braced against the floor is the only thing that keeps the chair from flying and spinning. He looks at me and then down at his erection, then back at me. I wait. I want to see if he will ask for what he needs. He never does until he's so lost to need and lust that all his inhibitions dissolve into nothingness.

When he says nothing, I stand. He yelps and wraps himself around me like a spider monkey. "Where are you taking me?" he asks.

"To bed. It's the middle o' the night."

Setting him down, he grunts, grumbles, and sighs his way into the bed as I hold up the blankets for him. I watch him pout, and that's when I realize staying away from him was a lost cause. It had been since the first night I laid eyes on him, and definitely since I grabbed him by the throat and pushed him against the wall outside this verra building.

Once he's nestled into bed, I lean over him. My hands drop to the bed around his head. My eyes roam over his beautiful, boyish face. Those deep brown eyes are like pools o' chocolate and while he hates chocolate o' any kind, it's my favorite, but looking into his eyes is even better than chocolate melting on my tongue.

"I tried verra hard to keep you at arm's length. But you, min kara, wormed your way under my skin. I denied how ye affected me outside o' the bedroom, but I cannae do that any longer. I want ye to be mine."

A beautiful, pink blush deepens the color on his cheeks and he says, "I want that too."

What is probably the first genuine smile o' happiness to cross my face since before the package from my grandfather set this all in motion stretches my face, taking me a bit by surprise.

Unable to resist, I capture his mouth, sucking and licking at his tongue. The act has my cock taking notice and I groan, "Iffn we do this, mo ghille, then ye need to know I'm a possessive bastard. Ye will do as I say, when I say, and if you dinnae, there will be consequences. Do ye understand?"

"Like earlier?" he asks.

"Yes. Do ye understand?"

Another long stare followed by a silent swallow before he nods.

"Words, Tavish. They are a requirement, lilla du."

"Yes. I understand."

"What do ye understand?"

He licks his lips. His gaze sweeps from my face down my chest. I wonder if he can tell I'm hard as a rock.

"Tavish?"

"You're a possessive bastard. You're in charge. I have to do what you say, when you say, and if I don't, you'll spank my ass until I come."

I toss my head back, my laughter fills the air at his sass. "That's nae what I said."

A petulant huff has me close to laughing again. "What did I say, Tavish?"

His fingers and eyes trace over my chest. He plucks at my shirt as he repeats, "You're a possessive bastard. You're in charge and I have to do what you say, when you say, and if I don't, there'll be consequences."

"Do ye agree?"

"Will you spank me?"

I chuckle. The brat in him has me throbbing without adding in this penchant for masochism he has. Simon hated impact play, but the sadist in me loved it. A swat on his firm ass while getting railed was okay, but a beating like I gave Tavish earlier would've left me with a black eye. Tavish's interest in spanking makes me giddy as a drunken fool.

"Oh, I'm sure I'll be turning that arse o' yers red regularly, but you willnae enjoy it iffn it's a punishment, lilla du. We've discussed that before."

The sparkle that lights up his eyes tells me all I need to know, but I want the words.

"Do you agree, min kara? Will ye be mine?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Light and happiness, the likes o' which I've missed so fucking much for so fucking long, burst into me like fireworks going off on a black, starless night. I want to grab him to me. I want to hold him close and never let go.

"Good boy. Let's take care o' that pretty cock so my lilla du can rest."

A high-pitch squeal sound gets stuck in his throat, and I smirk as he pushes the blankets out o' the way. He sits up on the side o' the bed, his legs thrown open as wide as possible.

I lower my head between his thighs and take his cock in my mouth. I push my shoulders under his thighs, pulling him toward me. As much as I want to prolong this, I won't stretch it out because I want him to rest. He needs it.

I work him from root to tip with my tongue and lips, sucking him fast and hard. He's thrusting into my mouth as much as I'll let him, which isnae much. I want him to know I wasnae playing.

The sounds he makes pulls and pushes me. The blood rushes through my veins, thumping like the techno dance music Tavish loves. I'm on edge. The boy needs to come, and soon.

I loosen the grip on his hips and he thrusts into my mouth and the back o' my throat, dragging the head o' his cock across the roof o' my mouth. The soft bite o' my teeth as he thrusts into my mouth pulls a moan from him.

I watch him squirm. He's thrown his head back. The arch o' his neck calls to me, reminding me o' the night we met and the night he kissed me.

One hand runs up his body, tweaking his nipples before I wrap my hand around his long, beautiful neck. The gasp he sucks in causes tremors to race under my palm.

I hollow out my cheeks, sucking him deep into my throat. He moans, but it turns to a keening when I cup his balls, pulling and rolling them in my hand. As the frenzy and need builds within him, I press against just behind his balls and massage his prostate from the outside.

"Oh, fuck! Draven! Daddy!"

I love the sound o' my name on his lips and the taste o' him in my mouth. The pulse o' his cum floods my mouth and I swallow every last drop. Humming around him, he squirms and bats at my shoulders, making me laugh.

Standing, I drop my hand to my pants, ripping off my belt and pulling out my cock. It's harder than it's ever been. So hard it throbs with a dull pain. I refuse to take him, at least, not yet. I used him hard earlier, and he needs time, but nae getting off is out o' the question.

"Ye did so good, boy. Lie back and let me paint ye in my cum."

I jerk my shaft, my grip tight. Tavish licks his lips, leaving them wet and shiny. They're fuller than normal, and I imagine them stretched around my cock as I force it down his throat.

The vision continues and I give in. My self-control with him is nil. I need him in a way I've needed no one before.

"Turn around, min kara. Daddy needs yer mouth."

He scrambles into position. I pull him toward me, grunting in satisfaction as his head falls off the edge o' the bed.

Rubbing my dick on those luscious pink lips, I explain, "Tavish, I'm going to stuff yer throat with my cock. Iffn ye need a break, pinch my thigh. Hard. Do ye understand?"

"Yes, Daddy. Pinch you hard if I need a break."

"Such a good boy ye are. Now open up."

He does as told, and I groan at the sight. The feel o' his warm wet mouth welcoming me into its depths robs me o' my breath. I don't stop pushing in until I can see the head o' my cock in the slim throat I just had my hand wrapped around.

"Pinch my thigh hard," I order.

His head shakes gently from side to side.

"Do it, ghille. Now!"

He pinches me.

"Harder."

He pinches me hard enough I'm sure I'll bruise. I let my head roll back onto my shoulders.

He's perfection.

"That was perfect. That's how you should do it if you need me to stop. The first one if you need a break."

I slide out slowly, and I see his tear-filled eyes peering up at me from around my cock. I smirk down at him and let go, fucking his throat. My balls slap against his forehead as his nose presses against me.

The sight o' my cock moving in and out o' the slender column o' his neck spurs the tingling in my spine closer to the surface. My rhythm falters, and I drop my head back, shouting as cum spurts from my cock.

Tavish tries, but there's too much. Cum dribbles out o' his mouth and nose. I pull out and flip him on his belly as he gags and coughs.

I squat in front o' him, and when he looks up at me, I fucking melt. He's a goddamn mess. Cum and snot mix with the tears on his face, but the thing that really seals our fate is the smile he's coughing through.

That fucking organ residing in my chest that laid dead for so fucking long is fucking singing. It's taking notice and claimed Tavish as ours.

I kiss the boy's forehead and use the shirt I pulled off him to clean up his face.

"Damn, Daddy, can we do that again?"

I chuckle. He may be years too young, but Simon was right. Even though I feel insane saying that since he's never met Tavish. But I'm done fighting against how he makes me feel. Tavish completes me. As much as it pains me to admit, he fits me better than Simon ever did.

Now, I just need to keep him alive and out o' Samuel Nicholson's clutches.