Epilogue

Imouthed at Corbin’s neck, where his tattoo of my fox and pet name lay. I sat on his lap in his office at the compound with my ass half hanging off so his fingers could play with my hole. He either pushed in and out, pressed against my button, or toyed with my rim. All while he did some paperwork.

He was driving me insane. But he liked teasing me to the edge.

I enjoyed it too. Enjoyed knowing he found pleasure in his leisurely actions. In controlling me in ways where it slowed my thoughts and actions.

He was a master at knowing what I needed and when.

It hadn’t even been six months and he pulled at my strings like he was a seasoned violinist.

Our time so far had been crazy, wild, and fun.

I thought I’d been happy living with my brothers and giving them hell before I met him.

But I hadn’t really known what happiness was until my amazing, perfect fated mate rushed into my life and swept me off my feet.

I loved waking up and going to sleep with him. I loved taking him on jobs. Which I’d had the chance to a few times, and he’d been wet-dream amazing in those situations where I wanted to drop to my knees and suck him off.

But my brothers would have frowned upon that.

Boring.

I nipped at his neck, needing his attention. “Daddy Sir,” I whimpered.

He dropped his pen and gave me his burning gaze as he inserted his fingers inside and scissored them. I fisted his tee.

“Fuck, boy. I love your ass.”

I sucked at his neck. “Hmm, I know.”

“Could play with it all the time.”

Laughing, I kissed where I’d marked. “You do.”

“You make me greedy, sunshine. But I’m in need of somethin’ else right now.” He pulled his fingers free, pushed his chair back, and ordered with a tip of his chin, “To your knees.”

I slipped down between his spread legs and licked my lips as he undid his jeans.

“Gonna come on your face, boy. Need to paint you with my scent, rub it in so you reek of it.”

Nodding, I crawled forward and rested my hands on his thick thighs. He reached in and pulled his hard, leaking cock out.

“Already close, boy. Playin’ with you turns me on.” He stroked up and down his length, eyes running up and over me. “Stick your tongue out. Need you waitin’ for my cum. But want you to touch yourself, sunshine.”

My mouth watered, but I stuck my tongue out and lifted my ass off my calves to shove my shorts down. Resting back on my shins, I spread my knees a little and inserted two fingers in my wet hole. I used my other hand to wrap around my aching cock.

Moaning, I fucked myself and watched, waiting for my mate’s load. Knew it’d splash on my tongue and skin in a warm release so I would draw it all over my face and neck.

I stopped to remove my tee so I could glide it down over my chest and then went back to playing with myself. Gaze stuck on my mate’s hand working his cock over and over.

Even if we didn’t shower before dinner at home with my brothers, I didn’t care they’d know what we’d done. Why I reeked. They were just as bad with their mates as I was with mine.

Corbin and I couldn’t stop touching and loving each other.

We never ran out of things to talk about either.

We ate, drank, watched movies, played cards, and billiards at both the compound and home. We teased, laughed, and just cherished all our time together.

His brothers always joked about us being glued to one another, and it was true. I never wanted to be far from him. I always wanted his hands on me. And I revelled in the fact that he was mine for as long as we lived.

My stomach swirled, my balls tightened, and a tingle raced down my spine.

“Daddy, I’m close,” I whimpered.

“Good boy, so am I.” He moved his ass forward on his seat, gaze flicking over me. From my hand jerking my cock to my arm that moved my fingers in and out as I played with my hole. I loved the obscene sounds it made from how wet my daddy sir had already gotten it.

Bitting on my bottom lip, I watched Daddy’s tip leak and drop down to the floor. I wanted to lick the end, suck on it, but I wished for his cum to splash over my face and body more.

Especially when Daddy Sir got that burning look in his eyes.

Like he hungered for me.

Like he wanted to mark me.

Like he owned me.

And he did.

I was his all the time.

“Christ, boy, you’re gorgeous.” His hand sped up.

I whimpered. My body throbbed with arousal.

“Daddy,” I whispered.

“Tongue out again,” he ordered.

I stuck my tongue out and leaned forward. Fucking my hole, I made sure to rub at my button faster, harder.

My cock squirted out its release at the first touch of Daddy’s cum warming my face, neck, shoulders, and chest.

He groaned low and then snarled, “Fuck.” I rubbed his seed into my cheek, over my lips, in my mouth where I sucked on the fingers until I dipped back out to glide the rest over my skin.

Closing my eyes, I moaned. His scent was everywhere and so strong, it had my head buzzing and my cock trying to perk up while my ass tightened around nothing.

I wanted him again.

Opening my eyes, I dragged my top teeth over my bottom lip, watching his scorching gaze on me.

“Daddy,” I uttered.

His upper lip rose in a silent snarl before he threaded his fingers in my hair and dragged me forward, slamming his lips down on mine. Kissing and biting, we licked at each other’s mouths.

He pulled me up to stand between his legs, still kissing me as he fixed my shorts.

“If we didn’t promise Rio we’d be home for dinner, I’d take you upstairs and fuck you hard, boy.”

Smiling, I said, “I don’t mind being late.”

His chuckle was sweet to hear, like every time he did it. He stood, drawing me into him. “But I don’t want a quick fuck, sunshine. Wanna take my time eatin’ you before I fill you with my cum again.”

A shiver raked over me, and my belly tingled. “Then let’s get home for dinner so we can get to dessert.”

“Go grab another tee and I’ll meet you at our rides.”

I glanced down at my other tee on the floor and saw it had his spunk on it. “I’ll just wear?—”

“Riker, tee, and wash a little. Only a little. Can’t be too disrespectful at the dinner table. Especially when your mom’s gonna be there.”

I cocked my head to the side. “Are you sure? Mom won’t care, and my brothers are just as bad as us. I could smell Nox all over and in Kieran in the office the other day, and this morning, Rio’s breath reeked of Deacon’s—” His hand covered my mouth.

“Love you. But I don’t need to know about them and when they stink of sex, yeah?”

Cackling, I nodded. “You got it and love you too.” I gave him a quick kiss before I picked up my tee and rushed from the room.

On the way to our bedroom, I spotted Spade in the common room. “Have fun tonight,” I called. Corbin had told me he was going to check out Soren’s club. He wasn’t sure if he’d sleep with Soren yet, but he didn’t know how persuasive that vampire could be. Either way, they’d have fun. I was sure of it.

And wouldn’t it be totally cool if Spade was Soren’s fated mate. The only way they’d find out was if Soren drank from him. Vampires couldn’t scent their mates like shifters. It was even harder for fae. They discovered if they had a fated when an identical tattoo seared into both of their bodies. But that was only if they were close by each other… like in the same building.

Spade grinned and tipped his chin my way.

“Hey, sugar,” Lynette said, coming through the door I was about to exit. She snorted. “I can see you’ve been having fun. Got a bit of something on your neck.”

Snickering, I rubbed more of Corbin in. “Thanks. Gotta wash a little before we head home for dinner with the family. You here to see Reckless again?” My girl had a major crush on our cook. He was slowly seeing how awesome she was.

Not as good as Corbin, though. No one could be.

She smiled. “Maybe. But I want to know when you’re going to bring these brothers in?”

“Probably never. They’re a little possessive of their guys, and if a brother looked at either of them wrong, my brothers will kill them.”

“So, they’re like you?”

Snorting, I shook my head and playfully pushed her gently. I didn’t want her body to go flying if I used all my strength. It’d be a shame to see her body go splat into the wall.

“I haven’t killed anyone in the club. Yet.”

“Yet, you say.” Laughing, she caught sight of Reckless as he walked out of the kitchen. “I’m feeling kind of hungry.”

“Oh, I know that hunger. Go get him, sweet pea.” As she walked by, I slapped her on the ass. I only did it because Corbin wasn’t bothered by mine and Lynette’s friendship. He thought it was cute how I’d taken all the women in the club under my legs. Besides, he knew I was completely his in every way.

I quickly went to our room, washed at record speed, dressed, and raced outside to where my mate waited for me as he sat astride his ride. I climbed on the back and placed on the helmet he gave me.

“Ready, Daddy Sir,” I called, wrapping my arms around his waist. Well, they were nearly all the way around. He was a big man after all.

Corbin ran his hand along my arm and held mine to his stomach. It was his way of telling me to hold on tight before we set off.

I had, on many occasions, offered to take my own bike. But my Corbin liked having me close. Liked knowing he could reach for me if anything happened.

He also got a wee angry when we had gone riding and I’d taken a few corners at crazy speeds. I got my ass tanned good and proper that night. It’d been awesome. But I also didn’t like worrying my daddy, so I stuck to being a passenger. I liked being hugged up to him too.

When we pulled into the garage a short while later, I could already smell dinner cooking.

I jumped off and placed my helmet on the rack to the wall. An arm wound around my chest and lips touched down to my neck as Corbin put his next to mine.

He took my hand and pulled me along toward the kitchen. I liked to linger behind, enjoying seeing my smaller hand in his big tattooed one. It warmed my belly each and every time, like it was now.

“Hey,” Corbin called as we entered.

“Hi.” I grinned.

“You two reek,” Nox said.

“Leave them be,” Mom said as she hugged us both quickly.

“Where’s Grey?” I asked. He was Mom’s fella, who we’d come to accept and love.

“He’ll be by later. Busy with work.”

“Dinner’s nearly ready,” Rio said.

“Riker, set the table,” Deacon ordered.

“Please,” Corbin added, gripping the back of my tee when I made to move over there.

Deacon’s jaw clenched. My mate and oldest brother had a love-hate relationship. But I knew one day it would turn into a buddy friendship. Nox was just an ass to everyone but Kieran, so I didn’t bother worrying about him getting along with Corbin. Still, Nox liked him enough not to kill him and accept his help on jobs.

Through clenched teeth, Deacon said, “Riker, please set the motherfucking table. Right now.”

“I can do it,” Kieran put in, our peacekeeper, but Nox curled an arm around him, holding his mate in his chair as he watched on with a smirk.

Corbin’s upper lip rose, but he released his hold on me. I jumped at him, kissed him swiftly, and skipped over to the kitchen area. I gave a brief side hug to Rio, and even Deacon, who grumbled under his breath but patted my back, and then I got what I needed. My mate helped me lay everything out because he was the sweetest man who ever graced my world.

By the time we were all seated and the food hit the table, my stomach howled in complaint.

Corbin took my plate from in front of me and piled the food on. I smiled up at him before I turned back to the others, listening and watching them. Mom was on the phone to Grey, telling him she’d leave him a plate. Nox dished up Kieran’s food, as Deacon did Rio’s. They smiled and talked softly to their mates.

All of us were the happiest we’d ever been.

All of us were content and in love.

My head was tugged back by my hair and Corbin growled, “What’s this?” When he swiped at my cheek, I realized tears had fallen.

Grinning, I scooted onto his lap and hugged him tightly. “I’m just happy that we’re all happy.”

Corbin grunted, tightening his hold around my waist. “Okay then.”

Kissing his neck, I went to slip off his legs, but he held me in place and pulled my plate close. I didn’t mind staying right where I was. Even when Nox gagged and complained about how sickly cute we were. And Deacon rolled his eyes and shook his head. But I could tell they didn’t really care because they were as lost as I was in our mates.

We truly were blessed with our fated mates, and we would do anything to protect what we treasured above anything. The ones who helped calm our hunger for blood and need to hunt.

But most of all, we would protect the ones who loved us and our animals unconditionally.