Angel and the Assassin 3: Sins of the Father

when he approached, not
    knowing what had happened but aware that something was amiss.
    “You will all stay and finish the detail. The Russians leave tomorrow at noon.
    Thornton, you’re in charge.”
    “Yes, sir.” She stood up straighter.
    “Are you leaving, sir?” Mackie asked.
    “Yes. I’m finished here. Angel, let’s go.”
    “Why are you taking him with you?” Mackie asked.
    Kael leaned into the man’s face. He was so angry he didn’t care about anything.
    “Because he’s my domestic partner.” He threw his arm around Angel and led him
    away.
    “Is that true or is he taking the piss?” he heard Mackie say, incredulity in his voice.
    “It is, as a matter of fact,” Thornton replied.

    * * * *
    When they reached London, Kael continued north on the M6 motorway.

    “Daddy, where are you going? We were supposed to turn there. We’re nearly
    home.”
    “We need to go to Liverpool. My mum phoned on Thursday. I said I’d come as
    soon as I was finished with a job. I told her I was translating for a politician.”
    “We can’t go now. You’re tired and hungry. You’re not fit to drive that far,” Angel
    said. “Turn around.”
    In the small car, Kael’s voice came out louder than he expected. “Don’t tell me
    what to do!”
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    “Sorry, Daddy.” Angel’s voice was quiet and small in response. Kael could go
    days without sleep—and did when he needed to for work—but that didn’t mean his
    temper was good during it. At the next roundabout, he took the turn for London.
    Reaching out to take Angel’s hand, he said quietly, “You’re right. We’ll go
    tomorrow.”

    * * * *
    “Daddy, are you too tired?”

    Lying flat on his back in bed after their shower, Kael opened his eyes and smiled.
    Angel stood beside the bed looking down at him. There was something extra adorable
    about his boy when he was naked and pink from a hot shower. “I’m never too tired for
    you, sweetheart.”
    Angel shook his damp hair like a puppy. His face lit up. He remained beside the
    bed, his posture perfect, waiting. Usually he jumped into bed so hard Kael was
    concerned the bed would break, but when he wanted to be an especially obedient slave,
    he waited for direction.
    “Suck my cock, boy.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    The word brought Kael up short. Lots of slaves had called him Master in the past.
    Conran called him Master in the dungeon, but Angel never had. “No hands, boy.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    With his hands behind his back, Angel knelt on the bed, leaning forward. Kael did
    nothing to help him. The muscles in Angel’s belly tightened into cords as he controlled
    his body, bending forward at the waist, which, even though Kael liked a very firm
    mattress, created a certain amount of wobbling. With Kael’s cock still limp and resting
    against his thigh, Angel had to turn his head to the side to grab it with his lips and draw
    it inside. The warmth of his boy’s mouth and the feel of his tongue made Kael harden
    instantly.
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    “Wait, this will make it easier.” Kael spread his thighs wide and waited while
    Angel scrambled between them. “Now suck me hard.”
    The temptation to close his eyes and enjoy the pure bliss of sensation was
    overwhelming, but the truth was that watching Angel’s blond head over his crotch was
    still more arousing. Thick shards of pleasure shooting up his belly and down through
    his thighs made him forget the last couple of days completely. He was in the moment,
    enjoying being pleasured by his willing, lovely boy. The moans that broke from his
    throat were uninhibited and loud. Not wanting to hold back, he allowed himself to be
    enveloped in the writhing sensation as his sperm pumped into Angel’s mouth, his hips
    rising up off the bed as his body arched.
    All the anger and anxiety of the last two days since the Met commissioner had
    made that insane statement, poured out of his body until his muscles melted and he felt
    at peace. Quiet, still, Kael rested, while Angel released his limp cock and rested his head
    against Kael’s thigh.
    “Come to Daddy, sweetheart.”
    With a sweet, tired smile, Angel crawled up between his thighs, resting his belly
    on Kael’s belly, his long legs stretched out between Kael’s spread legs. Nuzzling his
    neck, Angel trailed little kisses up to his ear and across his jaw before resting his cheek
    on Kael’s shoulder. Kael could feel Angel’s stiff