Chapter Seven

Cosmo

He was soooo sleepy and Daddy's finger tasted so good. He closed his eyes and parted his lips as Daddy spoke to him.

"You can suck on Daddy's finger all you'd like, cutie," Daddy told him before slipping his arm around him and lifting him effortlessly into another warm and cozy lap. Cosmo had no time to complain about the lack of finger to suck on when it was back between his parted lips to suck.

It tasted like burger and cheese and Daddy.

Cosmo curled his fingers around a chunk of Daddy's hair and clutched it as he sucked, paying little attention to the conversation taking place around him .

Words like food settle , all good downstairs , and awake a little longer held little meaning for him as he drifted in Daddy's arm.

"He can't go back to his house."

The voice belonged to Daddy Nomad, and he spoke angrily, but not at Cosmo, so that was okay because Daddy Nomad's voice was rumbly and he liked the way it sounded with his ear pressed to Daddy's chest. Still. It was vital for them to remember something very important.

"Is my house," Cosmo whined around the finger. "My stuffies there and blankie. I get them when I'm not tired no more."

"Not without your Daddies, okay, cutie? Won't you let us help you carry your things?"

That was Daddy Harley. His voice was lower. Softer too. Cosmo shifted a little, hand reaching out to touch Daddy's knee. "I guessss."

"Harley, we can't risk…" Daddy Nomad began, then the talking stopped.

So silent, Cosmo cracked his eyes open a little so he could see them staring at one another. Were they talking about him?

Without him?

Whining, he nipped Daddy's finger, wanting his attention again. It worked, and Daddy's eyes met his, so Cosmo stuck his tongue out a little and licked the spot he'd bitten.

"My house!" Cosmo insisted when the finger hovered by his damp lips.

"Yeah, okay. Your house," Daddy said in a frustrated tone.

Cosmo smiled a little, too tired to give them more than that and another little suck on Daddy's finger. Maybe they'd be quiet now and he could sleep. Or better, they'd put him back on the warm bed and curl around him. He wanted that now, more than anything .

"Seeepie Daddy! Seeepie now," Cosmo insisted, sucking on the finger a little harder to make his point. It was yummy and better than a binky.

"I know, but you can't go to sleep yet. Not when your tummy is still all full. You might throw up your cheeseburger," Daddy Nomad said softly.

"Bleh!" Cosmo grumbled, nipping his finger again.

"How about you just rest against Daddy and let me cuddle you?" Daddy Nomad offered.

"Cuddles good. I like big cuddles. Daddy Bash gives big, big cuddles," Cosmo murmured.

"Fuckin' rhino Shifter!" Daddy Nomad snapped.

Hissing, Cosmo sat up a little and stared at Daddy Nomad with blinking eyes and mouth half open. "That not nice."

"Daddy's just joking," Daddy Harley said, rubbing circles on Cosmo's back until he settled against Daddy Nomad's shoulder again.

"Not good joke," Cosmo muttered as he got comfy.

His Daddy's got quiet again, so Cosmo closed his eyes and went back to sucking on the yummy finger. Time got slow and inched along until he was floating. The finger pulled away as he got lifted in Daddy's arms and tucked against a big solid chest. There was warm skin there too, so he latched on and sucked, listening to Daddy hiss and blow out a breath, shivering beneath Cosmo's lips.

The blankets they laid him on smelled of his Daddy's scents all mingled together, the feel so soft he sank into them and his Daddy's arms.

"Night, night Daddies," he purred softly, words slurred against Daddy's chest. Then sleep pulled him under, and there was nothing .

Nomad

The day slipped quickly away into night, and neither Nomad nor Harley moved as the cutie between them stayed safely in their arms. Nomad had dosed for a while as had Harley. Now he had a more pressing problem—his bladder. Problem was he didn't want to move and disturb Cosmo, who had at some point sucked back his finger into his now slack mouth. His fingers were curled tightly into Nomad's hair and he could see from the dim light coming through the open bedroom door Cosmo's other hand he'd flung back to clutch at Harley's hip connecting them.

You awake?

Harley stirred and his head lifted off the pillow. I am now.

There was just enough of a rumble to his voice to suggest Nomad had woken him. Alert cat eyes glowed in the room's darkness as they stared over Cosmo's head. What's up?

I need to piss.

The warm chuckle filling his mind was full of amusement. Then get up.

I don't wanna disturb him.

Figured, but I'm not sure givin' him a golden shower will help our cause with wooing our mate.

Wooing him! What the fuck you talkin' ‘bout? Nomad's pulse leaped with alarm at the seriousness his mate was expressing. Nomad had wooed no one in his damn life. Who used words like ‘woo', fucksake!

He's a prickly little cutie and we need to tread gently. You heard him hissing at thoughts of him not being allowed to go home.

That may be so, but… ‘wow'!

What the fuck, dude?

The pressing need to use the bathroom increased when Cosmo moved, and his knee pressed against Nomad's lower abdomen. A snuffling sound followed, and Cosmo's tongue snaked around his thumb, much like he was licking at a popsicle… or cock.

Jeez, don't even let your head go there! A snap like a whip was in Harley's voice as he glared over Cosmo. You know it's been days since we…

Nomad's frustration couldn't be contained with his desperation. Don't start blaming me, it was the right thing to do. The no sex rule until Cosmo was ours, I've suffered to! Nomad's groan escaped when the pull on his finger increased and sent desire straight to his cock, which was trying to cope with not pissing on their mate.

"Daddy," Cosmo mumbled around the finger. "You are better than a binky."

It was too much and not nearly enough, not when the little imp sucked hard enough to make his cheeks hollow. Desperation made his skin feel several sizes too small for his bones. "Why don't you have a taste of Daddy H, cutie? Daddy Nomad needs to use the bathroom," Nomad said through gritted teeth.

Cosmo's eyelids fluttered open and in the room's dimness it was hard to assess what he was thinking before Nomad's finger got released, along with the grip on his hair. A sense of loss made it hard to swallow. Cosmo rolled towards Harley, who backed up a little to give him room. A moment later, a perfectly round, biteable ass settled right against his groin.

Off the bed, Nomad was glad of his cat reflexes as he ran to the bathroom, barely getting there in time. He could hear Cosmo's giggles and Harley's laughter.

"Daddy will spank your bottom, you little minx!" Nomad called out over the sound of water splashing in the pan .

"Cuddles, Daddy, I like cuddles," Cosmo mumbled loud enough to be heard.

A shake of his head, and Nomad grinned at the idea of giving in. He's going to lead us on a merry dance.

I'm gonna kick your fucking ass for telling him to suck my finger.

It was Nomad's time to laugh at how desperate his mate sounded. Serves you right. Suffer you, fucker.

Harley

How he got out of the bed and didn't do all the things he wanted to the pretty man currently perched on top of Nomad was beyond Harley. Cosmo looked all flushed and content after they'd gotten a meal delivered from the bar and fed him once more. It was past ten pm, and they were all wide awake. Harley got continually bombarded by thoughts of how to use the time from Nomad when Cosmo, the little devil, moved over Nomad's lap. The scent of arousal in the room would knock over a fucking elephant.

Harley and Nomad had on sweatpants that didn't disguise their predicament. Cosmo wore one of Harley's T-shirts, which drowned him but didn't stop his arousal from tenting the material. Material that fell to his knees and slipped repeatedly off one shoulder, revealed soft dewy looking skin that was hard to not reach out and stroke.

"What do you say?" Nomad asked, looking directly at Harley, one brow arched.

Bewildered, he stared at Nomad, trying to get a read on where the conversation had gone and failed when Nomad chose now to block him. "What? I missed that?"

Cosmo looked as amused as Nomad. "I need to go home. "

Harley's head was shaking as he stood and paced in front of the pair sitting on the couch. His internal warning system fired to life. "No, going there tonight isn't a good idea."

Nomad lost his amused expression. "What is it?"

"My senses are screaming that's not what we should do."

"What do you mean?" Cosmo came forward, his eyes alert and the soft quality of moments ago was gone.

Nomad explained, "Harley has an ability to pick up things that warn him if something is dangerous."

A narrowed gaze landed on Harley as Cosmo got up off Nomad. Cosmo barely reached the middle of Harley's chest, and he craned back his head to hold Harley's gaze. "What's your senses telling you? Everything I own is in that house. The council tried to kill me today and yep, they failed. But I'm not letting those assholes take anything else from me."

Harley didn't need a connection to Cosmo to see the light of determination in his eyes. "That going to the house would be a suicide mission."

His tiny shoulders rolled back, blond curls caught the light and framed his gorgeous face. Only there was nothing cute about the deadly cat who was staring at Harley, setting his blood on fire with as much need as the cutie who wanted to use him as a binky. The two sides to their mate were both far too tempting to resist. He braced, already knowing what was coming when Cosmo's lips parted.

"They are taking nothing more from me."

Nomad cursed inside Harley's head as he got up and looked resignedly at Harley over Cosmo's head. "Looks like we need to get dressed and go deal with the fallout."