Chapter 41

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

DRAVEN

I'd like to say I was a better man and I dinnae fall on the lad like a wild thing, but it would be a lie.

My mouth crashes onto his and I scoop him up into my arms, carrying him to the bed. I dinnae toss him on it. That would've required me to let him go and that wasnae going to happen. Nae ever again. The lad was mine. He'd given himself to me before and now after, and I'd have to be a dead thing to lose him again. I dinnae think even that would keep me from him.

The world recedes as our wants and needs take over. The room is a cacophony of sounds. Whimpers, moans, groans, hisses, gasps, and cries fill the air, mingling with the sounds of our bodies moving together over and over.

I cannae take my eyes off him. His skin glistens in the moonlight as it shines through the windows o' our bedroom. He's thrown his head back, arching into me as I stroke us both. My big hand wrapped around us as we thrust against each other.

The daddy and the Dom are slumbering in the recesses o' me, as are the boy and sub in Tavish, it seems. Tonight, we are just two men who love one another, even though he's nae said it yet. I ken he does. He loves me as I love him. This night, we are equals in a way a Daddy and boy and a Dom and sub arenae. Neither o' us is in control. It is shared equally. It's so fucking hard to wrap my head around in my sex crazed mind. Iffn I tried to explain it, I probably wouldnae make any sense. It's an experience I've nae had. Nae, even with Simon.

The sound o' his cries urges me closer to the climax burning in my belly, but I'm nae ready for this to end. I want it to go on forever. I ken it cannae, but to lose this moment or let it end too soon would be a sacrilege. I need it to last.

I grasp onto the shreds o' my willpower and pull away from him slightly, letting our pulsing dicks go.

"Draven!" he screams, reaching for me.

I take his mouth, moving us up the bed to get to the nightstand and the lube. I flick open the cap, and he gasps, pulling his mouth from mine.

"Oh, God! Yes! I need you in me!" he cries out, pulling his knees back to his chest.

His ass spasms in need, and I trace the rim, pressing my lubed fingers into him. Slowly, at a steady pace, hoping I'm nae hurting him.

He hisses, and I pull from him, but he grabs my hand, holding it in place. "Don't. I need you. I need you inside me. I need you to fuck away all the shitty things that happened."

I take my time opening him up, and soon the hisses turn to moans. Deep, guttural sounds that make me throb and pant.

"Now. Draven. I need you now."

Pulling my fingers from him, I slick myself up, and press… into… him. An inferno isnae this hot. The inside o' a volcano couldn't compare. I'm shaking again, still. I dinnae ken. All I ken is him and how he feels wrapped around me. He fits me like a glove.

I'm nearly seated inside him fully when his legs clamp down on me. His mouth falls open in a silent scream as his back arches until his head is all that's touching the bed. His ass flutters around me once, twice, and he's coming. It shoots out of his dick, painting his chin and face, then his neck and chest.

I pause, completely in awe o' his rapturous face. Pride and love fill my chest at the sight. He's so fucking beautiful. So strong and brave. And I'm in awe.

"Fuck me, Draven. Fill me up. Breed me!" he calls out to me.

My hips move o' their own accord, thrusting into him over and over as I watch his dick stiffen as I peg his prostate. He's screaming, tears running down his face. His strawberry lips, puffy from our kisses and his teeth biting at them.

Leaning over him, his legs on my shoulders, I take his mouth with mine. My tongue moves in and out o' his mouth as my cock moves in and out o' his ass. I can feel his insides starting to spasm again, and the burning in my belly, and the tingling in my spine, tell me I willnae be able to hold off much longer.

His eyes meet mine. They're shining like wet diamonds, and my heart jerks in my chest and my cock jerks in his ass. It feels like our souls merge as I bury myself to the hilt, growling in his ear, "I love ye, Tavish. I love the man, and the boy, and the sub. I love all o' ye."

He gasps, sobbing as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me down to him. I collapse on top o' him, trying and failing to keep most o' my weight off him. I pant through my cock, continuing to jump and shoot.

I roll us over, holding him against my chest until we both catch our breath. He scoots up my chest, curling himself up next to me, placing his head on my shoulder. I should go get something to clean us up, but I cannae bring myself to leave him. I cannae bring myself to disrupt this beautiful, tranquil moment.

Famous last words.

A crackle sounds next to us and I turn, looking at the offensive object. It's the little box Jane pressed into my hands before she left for the night. Way past when she should've gone home to her family.

A moment later, a bairn's cries pierce the air.

"At least he waited until we both got off," Tavish says, rolling away from me.

He gets up and walks bowlegged to the bathroom, returning with a washcloth and my sweatpants.

Hours later, the phone rings next to the bed, and I roll over to grab the fucking thing off the nightstand. Seeing the name on the screen, I sigh. I need more sleep for this call.

I silence the phone, but the screen lights up immediately.

Do not make me come there.

Sighing, I weigh my options and decide to get this out o' the way now. The bairn had kept us awake for hours after we returned to the castle. I finally sent Tavish to bed and walked the halls of the house with the wee one. Tavish grumbles and pulls the blankets up over his head. I lean over the boy, kissing the back of his head.

Standing up, I head to the bathroom, typing out a response as I go.

Give me a bit and I'll call you.

I walk downstairs and into the kitchen for coffee. After fucking with the machine, I finally have it brewing. I lean against the counter, crossing my arms across my chest. I let my eyes slide closed. My thoughts drift to the bairn and Tavish, and then to the phone call that pulled me from my bed.

The machine screeches as it sputters the last few drops into the carafe. I get everything set up and carry it into the study, setting it down in front o' my armchair on the table between the sofas.

The phone buzzes and the screen lights up again.

I'm waiting.

"Och, aye, ye are, and ye can keep waiting for a few minutes more."

Once the steaming cup of caffeine is in my hands, I breathe a sigh of relief. Like any Scot, I like my tea, but first thing in the morning, a cup o' coffee is just what I need. And after the night I had last night with Dillon, who thank God let Tavish and I reconnect, I think I need to hire someone to keep the pot full around the clock.

I pick up the phone, lean back in my chair with my coffee in hand, and open the contact to place the call. The coffee dances over my tongue as I take a sip while the phone rings.

"It's about time you called her."

"I've been a wee bit busy, Damon."

"We've heard. She wants you both back Stateside."

I sigh, taking another sip or two from my cup. The delay seems to piss him off.

"Did you hear what I said?"

"I did, and there are things Tavish and I need to handle here."

"What things? You two have been gone for weeks. There's Society business to be handled, and we need you here."

"Why? Every one else seems to be free to come and go as they please. What's the difference?"

"The two of you have already flouted the rules. You're in your ancestral home. Becoming a Ghost means leaving your life behind, Draven. You've not done that."

"You're right, I havenae. Coming here was best for Tavish's safety," I say.

I really thought he was untouchable inside the castle. Simon left with the men willingly. No one abducted him. The passages are secret. Their locations only shared with members of the family. The staff dinnae even know the locations o' entrances and exits. Maeve gave that information away to protect herself and Dillon. I'll nae fault her for it. I'd have done the same for Simon and Tavish, if I had been in her position.

"When can she expect you?" Damon asks.

Setting my cup down on the table, I place the phone next to it before burying my hands in my hair. The loose strands are a tangled mess since I didn't bother to brush or pull it back when I got out o' the bed.

"Draven?"

"Give me the phone." I hear Everly in the background.

"Draven, it's Everly. You need to come talk to me."

So ye can kill me?

"I promise it's just to talk."

A sound at the door draws my attention. I flick my gaze to see who it is, and a smile pulls the worry from my face. Tavish, still mussed with sleep, carrying the soft blanket he found on our journey north, walks softly into the room and crawls into my lap. The boy never fails to tug at my heartstrings and turn the heat on my sex drive.

He presses a kiss to my lips and says, while looking into my eyes, "We'll be there tomorrow."

"Fabulous. Thank you. Have a safe trip."

"Tavish, the bairn…"

"We'll take him with us, but we have to go back. You know we do."

I wrap my arms around him and tuck my face into the curve of his neck. Looking at him, bruised and battered, I want to lay him down on the table in front o' me and tend to all his wounds. I want to kiss them better, but I'm scared he isnae ready for that, so I settle for rubbing my face against as much o' his body as I can. The urge to claim him and mark him as mine is a living and breathing thing. Almost animalistic.

Tavish pulls away from me, tilting my eyes up to his. He holds my gaze for a wee bit, but his eyes soon move to dance across my face. Mine does the same, and I'm flooded with all the emotions I feel for the boy.

"I dinnae think this is a good idea."

"I know."

"We have to go back."

"I ken."