Page 15 of Fated Redemption
“Please, my mate.”
Moe roared loud enough that the vibrations shook his body. Moe shifted his hands and placed Rhys’s legs over his shoulders. Using one hand to support his weight, his shoulders to pin him against the wall, Moe had freed his other hand. Using his saliva he slicked up his fingers. Seconds later the sensation of one of Moe’s large digits penetrating him as his mate’s throat convulsed around his cock was enough to send him to the sky.
“Moe!” He screamed and came harder than he had ever come in his life. Jets of semen erupted from his cock and shot down his mate’s eager throat. Slowly, Moe pulled off of Rhys and eased him down the wall.
Standing was beyond him. Just as his knees gave out Moe was there to lift him gently and hold him close. He was spent. Mentally, emotionally, physically, sexually. Tears of regret for not being the mate his man needed mingled with the tears borne from the shame of his actions, and dripped down his face. He was unable to do more than just lay in his arms as Moe walked back up the stairs.
“I can suck cock, huh?” The outlandish question had Rhys struggling to sit up and turning in Moe’s arms to look at his mate. Moe was grinning down at him. Rhys felt his mouth drop.
“I can’t believe you. I just totally lost it down there and that’s all you can say?” he demanded.
Moe stopped, thought about it for a second, and then with a megawatt smile said, “I love you.”
Rhys’s heart stopped. It was too much. Tonight had been too much. He sobbed into the broad chest of his mate uncontrollably.
“Shush, baby, I have you. And I’m never letting you go.”
Rhys was beyond speech. He felt Moe gently place him on their bed and strip off his blood-soaked clothes. Minutes later a warm wash cloth caressed his skin in soft circles. When he was clean Moe joined him in their bed, spooning up behind him, holding him close.
“I love you too,” Rhys whispered, clutching Moe’s arm to his body tightly, afraid that if he let go he would lose this godlike man.
“Just keep loving me. All I need is you.” He felt Moe’s warm breath on the back of his neck. He nodded before curling up and letting sleep take him.
Rhys kept smiling shyly over at his mate the next day at breakfast. They held hands under the table at the diner. Moe looked like the cat that ate the canary. Moe had woken up extra early to clean up the kitchen so Peyton wouldn’t freak out when he went down for his morning tea.
He really didn’t deserve this man. He yawned and sat up straighter, stretching his back.
“Thanks for watching Aidhan, Ma. Becca really needed the break,” Aleks said, kissing the top of his son’s head.
“Oh my god, yes. Thank you, Ma!” Sebastian echoed. Ashby nodded.
Rhys smiled at the men. They looked exhausted.
“I had seven boys. Handling these three angels will be no trouble.” Ma bounced Aidhan on her hip and tickled Lucian.
“We are totally going to have some guy time, right?” Ashby asked Nic and Sebastian. They nodded.
“Yeah, we’re going to down some drinks, watch the ole boob tube and eat like pigs,” Nic said in a gruff voice.
“You mean you’re going to drink some of Gabriel’s best wine, watch reruns of Highlander and eat cheesecake?” Felix asked.
Ashby giggled. “Yup.”
“Wish I could join you but I have an appointment with my mate’s cock,” Felix said urbanely.
“Felix, geez!” Sebastian slapped his friend’s shoulder.
“Just saying.” Felix shrugged. Maddox shook his head and sipped his coffee.
“Okay I don’t want to jinx us, but do you guys feel that?” Nic asked, rubbing his chest.
“No. I am ignoring it. I want my cheesecake!” Sebastian pouted.
“Is it Rebecca?” Aleks asked, reaching for his cell phone. He quickly dialed home.
“Hey, baby, you okay?”
“I feel okay, except a little funny, okay a lot funny, but then I’m kinda funny you know, haha.” Rebecca’s ramble was strange even for her.
