Page 18 of Enforcer’s Little Warrior (Little Paws Haven #3)
Romy
Good answer, Daddy. It was so wonderful to hear Bash’s rhino in his head and be able to respond. Romy felt the disquiet inside Bash, he might think he’d deflected but he hadn’t, not totally. What to do about it?
He could feel Bash’s fatigue linger, nothing like it was, and he turned over options. His plans that had gone awry before he’d gotten to the shop to buy the cute top to entice Bash weren’t going to happen. He did not want to be away from Bash as much as his mate wanted him by his side.
He rose out of the wallow and shifted, muddy water ran down his naked body as he stood in the sunlight letting Bash inspect him. His cock plumped at what he could see in the eyes of the rhino. Barely a second later, Bash shifted, and he stared at the man who had changed his world for the better.
He gave him a bashful smile. “I think I need a bath, Daddy. I’m a little muddy.”
Bash came out of the wallow, and Romy’s gaze dropped to his flank to check out the wound. His heart twisted in his chest painfully at the jagged scar gracing Bash’s skin. Ugly and puckered, but healed. That was what he held onto as he offered his hand to the man towering over him.
He ignored it and swept Romy up into his arms. “My turn to look after you,” he murmured softly, his nose touching Romy’s. Tips rubbing he held Bash’s gaze. “I’ve not been the best Daddy, I’ll do better.”
“Shush, Daddy. You did what I needed best.” He gave him another shy smile. “But kisses, I could do with some Daddy kisses, real bad.”
A chuckle rumbled out of him. “Is that so?” Hot breath touched his lips before they were claimed. Gentle, so gentle, Bash teased his lips over Romy’s, time and time again until he felt like he was floating in a sea of warm water.
He blinked his fuzzy eyes into focus when the kissing stopped to find they’d somehow gotten to the bathroom. Bash lowered him to the floor, his heart pitter-pattering at how much he wanted his mate.
The sounds of water broke the silence as it splashed, filling the bath. Romy remained standing where Bash had put him, watching his mate roam around, grabbing what they needed.
Bubbles floated on the top of the water when he turned off the taps and tested them before coming back to Romy. He shivered in anticipation as strong arms lifted him effortlessly under his arms and placed him into the bubbles. He squealed at the warmth and feel of bubbles tickling his skin.
Bash had him settled in the middle of the huge tub before he stepped in front of him. His cock was semi-erect, thick, veiny and long. Heat flooded Romy’s body, and his ass grew slick at thoughts of where he’d like it. Bash’s balls were large and hairless, and Romy wanted to feel the weight of them in his hands while he nuzzled along the shaft that grew harder the longer he stared at it. Doing his best not to overthink it, Romy rose on his knees, bringing himself closer to what he wanted.
Bash towered over him and didn’t move. “What does Little Bumper want?”
He met those gorgeous eyes and followed his heart. “Everything, Daddy. Can I touch?”
He lifted his arms in offering. Romy didn’t need a second invitation. His soapy hands ran up hard muscled, smooth thighs that flexed. He washed off the muddy water, his hands creeping higher as he didn’t think too hard on what he was doing.
Bash bit back a moan, making him sound like he was in pain. One check between their link and Romy held back a grin at how much Bash wanted his hands all over him. He took his time, washing and rinsing as he went, teasing them both. When his hands cupped the sac, heavy and tight, they both moaned. Bash’s fully erect cock poked out towards the ceiling, it bobbed with each stroking movement of his fingers.
Giving in, he pushed his face into the crease of Bash’s thigh and inhaled his musky scent, groaning as his body responded. He nuzzled, and licked at the skin tasting him, groaning once more.
Hands fell onto his shoulders, holding him as the thighs trembled with each touch, flick of his tongue, each nip as he nibbled his way over Bash’s lower abdomen feeling it contract as Bash rocked into the light touches.
He ran his tongue up the ridged length and moaned at the flavor and feel. Everything was alive inside him as he slipped his hands up to hold on to Bash to get closer, to snake his tongue around the head of his cock, looking up. He whimpered at the desire flashing in Bash’s dark gaze. It burned a path to Romy’s cock, making it jerk in the water.
He sucked the large head between his lips and teased the crown with his tongue seeking out his essence. The slight bitterness added to the intoxicated smells assailing him, drugging him until he felt heady.
He slurped and sucked as much of the shaft into his mouth, not once breaking eye contact.
“Such a good boy. Daddy’s Little Bumper, so perfect.” The praise continued and ramped up Romy’s level of desire to please. To be all the things Bash said he was.
Bash’s whole body shuddered so hard, his cock poked the back of Romy’s throat making him choke and saliva drip out of his mouth as Bash pulled back the second he started to cough.
“Sorry, Daddy got a little overexcited.”
Was that a bad thing?
“Fuck no, I just don’t want to impale you from that end,” he replied, chuckling.
Romy’s body heated at exactly what end he’d like to be impaled on. “What end would Daddy like to impale me on,” he asked, all sugary sweet and innocent.
Bash’s responding groan came with a strand of pre-cum sliding off the end of his cock. “Are you teasing your Daddy?” As he asked, he came down into the bath, water sloshing over the edge onto the tiles, but neither looked away from the other.
He gave a cheeky grin. “No,”—he fluttered his eyelashes—“Daddy…”
Bash's laughter boomed off the walls as he lifted Romy from his kneeling position, so he hung over Bash’s body, dripping water everywhere. His heart back to racing at the show of strength.
When he was clear of Bash’s legs, he stretched them out and more water swished onto the floor when he lowered Romy. “Spread you legs so your knees hug Daddy’s side.”
He didn’t need asking twice when his ass hit something hard and slick.
Bash
Sliding a hand between them, Bash gently stroked Romy’s cock, caressing while he held his mate’s gaze, loving the way his little tongue poked out as his eyes drifted to half closed and he sighed contently. Only then did he let his fingertips slide back along Romy’s taint, rubbing and lightly probing before slipping a finger inside his mate.
“Daddy’s been wanting this for a very long time,” Bash cooed as he took his time, prepping him. “Want to make sure you only feel good once you’re on Daddy’s cock.”
Romy groaned at that, especially as Bash teased further, circling that finger around inside of him before adding the second. With his knees wide and Bash caressing his cheek with his free hand, a light tremble wracked Romy’s body, and he chuffed and pressed down, rocking himself on Bash’s fingers. A third finger had him throwing his head back, then Bash tweaked a nipple and Romy clenched around his digits, drawing a low chuckle from him.
“How did I get so lucky,” Bash murmured. “To have found a mate with the strength to take charge when his Daddy can’t, the cunning to evade his captors despite the circumstances he found himself in, and a mouth—gods be damned—sensuous like no other.”
Bash kissed him then, tongue fucking him really, invading his mouth to match the rhythm of the digits he had buried inside Romy, loving the way his mate responded with enthusiastic grunts, groans and more squirming. There would be one hell of a mess on the bathroom floor by the time they were done sloshing water everywhere, but Bash wouldn’t mind cleaning it up in the slightest.
The look in his boy’s eyes told him all he needed to know as they broke apart. Romy was more than ready for the second phase of their mating and that final claim that Bash had been longing to bestow upon him. Withdrawing his fingers, Bash wrapped them around his aching cock and moaned as he guided himself inside Romy’s slick and willing body. Inch by inch, Romy slid down his cock, taking more of him. The sensation was slow, torturous and maddening in its intensity, lighting all of Bash’s nerve endings on fire. The moment he bottomed out inside Romy, they groaned together, gasping as Romy rocked and Bash thrust up, water lapping against their skin as Bash locked an arm across the small of his back and crushed him close.
“You are the most stunning being I have ever laid eyes on,” Bash murmured. “I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life for you, Little Bumper, now you are mine in every, single way.”
Not only did he thrust up again, but he tugged Romy until he was molded against his chest, his lips nuzzling Romy’s neck, his teeth finding the original claim mark and biting it again. He tasted copper and held tight, teeth embedded in his mates skin until Romy shook and trembled, his orgasm scenting the water around them and even then Bash didn’t let up, keeping him pinning on his cock and pinned in place by his teeth as he thrust up into him, claiming, claiming, until his own soul shattering orgasm rolled through him.
Only after he was a little more sated did he ease his teeth out of Romy’s skin and lick over the marks, watching them close to reform that perfect scar, a message to every member of the pride, crash and pack they might encounter, that Romy belonged to him.
Didn’t mean he was done with the love making through. With gentle hands, he brushed his mate’s hair back from his cheek and kissed all over his face, making him laugh and splash him. A squirming Romy meant his slowly softening cock started thickening immediately, their shifter genes making prolonged matings easily attainable.
“Naughty, Daddy,” Romy giggled, so Bash pinched his bottom, a reminder of just how naughty he could be.
Romy’s bright eyes and the way he gasped at the feel of Bash’s fingers led to him laughing and pinching him again, this time on the other cheek. This time Romy attempted to glare at him, only his lips gave away his joy, all turned up in a bright smile the way they were. Tickling his boy meant Romy squirmed on his cock some more, getting him harder, even as Romy tried to turn the tables and tickle him back. All he did was create more slippery sliding moments of skin against skin until the laugher gave way to low moans and the squirming became gentle rocking again as Romy rocked and Bash caressed his water slick skin.
The second bout of love making was slower. Gentle and filled with caresses and slow, sensuous kisses, as they touched and clung, enjoying the slow, unhurried lovemaking they finally had the time to enjoy without risk of interruption. At some point, the weather outside changed and Bash could hear the patter of rain pelting the frosted glass window, but all it did was mask the sound of the water slowly dripping over the edges of the tub and leaking onto the floor.
“My precious Little Bumper,” Bash murmured when they were both on the cusp of the next orgasm.
Even the lap of water along his sensitive sides sent shivers through his body, every sensation heightened. Thunder rumbled, then crashed as lightning flashed outside the window, the inside lights flickering as their pleasure spiraled higher, then flared into a supernova of passion that left them limp, spent, and clinging to one another in the now cold water as the power went out.