Sloan kissed him hard.
Conall hadn’t craved another man since he’d met Sloan, but he wasn’t going to tell him that. No way in hell. He’d struggle for as long as he could, except when Sloan kissed him like this.
Chapter Eight
The thought of Ronan in his pet’s room still irked Sloan two days later. His guards knew Sloan’s rules, and that room was out of bounds. Ronan knew that, yet he’d still gone there to talk to Conall. Or more. Sloan still didn’t know. What had Ronan’s intentions been? The only thing that stopped Sloan from cutting off his cock like he promised was Conall. His pet clearly cared for his former buddy. At least that’s what they claimed they were, but Conall hadn’t even known Ronan’s name when he first saw him. That made Sloan even more suspicious of Ronan’s motives.
“What are you thinking about?” Fionn frowned at him. He stood in front of Sloan’s desk, his posture straight and his hands clasped behind his back like the perfect apprentice he was.
“My pet.”
“Why am I not surprised?” Fionn rolled his eyes. “The generals are waiting in the meeting room.”
“Hm.” Sloan’s lips tilted into a smirk. “Bring my pet to the meeting, and find Ronan too. I want him guarding.”
“Ronan?” Fionn’s frown deepened, lines crinkling his forehead. “Why him?”
“Just do what I say, nephew.” Sloan stood gracefully from his office chair and slid out of the room. He headed to the meeting room, where his generals were already waiting. They stood as soon as he entered, but with one wave of his hand, they retook their seats.
Sloan sat down in his own, his knees crossed and his hands resting in his lap. “Our meeting will start very soon. We’re just waiting on a couple of people.”
The generals nodded. They weren’t stupid enough to argue.
Daire leaned over toward Sloan. “Where’s Fionn?”
“Retrieving something for me.” Sloan raised an eyebrow at him. “Would you miss him if he wasn’t here?”
Daire’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully and he shook his head. Daire thought he was being inconspicuous, but Sloan saw everything, and he didn’t give a damn that Daire was fucking Fionn. They were adults, and if it didn’t affect their company, they could do what they wanted. While Sloan had promised his brother he’d take care of Fionn, that didn’t include stopping Fionn from fucking who he wanted.
He could see what Fionn’s interest in Daire was, though. Sloan’s underboss was handsome in a traditional sort of way. He had dark hair the color of tar they’d hidden bodies in, and warm honey eyes. With a strong jaw, a narrow nose, and full lips, Daire had men and women scrambling to catch his attention. He’d never been interested in other people, though, not until Fionn joined their mob as Sloan’s apprentice. Sloan had seen the curiosity in Daire’s eyes immediately, like the first spark of a forest fire. Now it was a full blaze and hungry.
The door opened and Ronan slipped in. He glanced at Sloan briefly, concern in his eyes as he slid to the back of the room where a guard always stood during a meeting, just in case a general went crazy and aimed for Sloan’s neck.
None of the generals seemed to notice the change of guard, though. Usually it was the same soldier every time, but the change from Henry went ignored by everyone, except for Daire. He stared at Ronan carefully, but didn’t say anything. His intelligence was one of the reasons he was Sloan’s second-in-command.
Daire merely nodded at Ronan, and Sloan answered it with a smirk.
The second time the door opened, Fionn and Conall entered. This time the room quietened, the generals scrutinizing Sloan’s pet carefully. It was the first time some of them had seen Conall. If his pet was fazed by the looks, he didn’t show it. He kept his back straight and his jaw hard as he strolled in after Fionn.
While Fionn took his seat, Conall stood beside Sloan awkwardly.
“Men, I’d like you to meet Conall Morrissey, my new pet.” Sloan touched his arm, sliding his fingers along the smooth skin until he entwined their fingers.
The men mumbled their hellos, but some were less enthusiastic than others. Sloan knew perfectly well which of them didn’t approve of Sloan having a male partner, but he’d never cared before. They followed him because he was the strongest, and if they began questioning him, they’d end up buried with the other bodies. They knew that, which is why they kept their mouths shut.
Sloan patted his knee. “Sit on my lap, pet.”
Conall’s façade dropped enough that his eyes widened. He glanced around at the generals, pausing at Ronan at the back of the room, before he leaned close enough to whisper, “Are you fucking joking?”
“You don’t want to sit on my lap?” Sloan said, loud enough for his men to hear. “Then sit on your knees in front of me and suck my cock.”
Conall made a sound in the back of his throat, then with another glance to the men in the room, he shifted forward. He fell to his knees in front of Sloan, gaze narrowed in a fierce glare that promised Sloan he’d regret this later. Sloan looked forward to whatever punishment Conall planned on giving him.
“What is the meaning of this meeting, boss?” Donal asked in his thick Irish brogue. He was finally back from abroad and looked tired, with black circles under his eyes. He was one of the generals Sloan trusted with his life. Donal had been Sloan’s father’s best friend when he’d been alive.
“We’ll start when my pet sucks my cock,” Sloan said, raising his eyebrow down at Conall.
Conall folded his legs under himself and glared. He leaned forward, his shaky hands making hard work of the zipper on Sloan’s trousers. The sound of it was loud in the otherwise quiet room. Everyone’s gazes were on them, watching with interest to see what Conall would do. Sloan had done this to his other pets and each one had shied away, begged Sloan to not make them do it in front of an audience. Conall wasn’t a coward, though.
