For the Love of Kane

by Ames Mills

This is for everyone who’s ever wanted a Daddy to take care of them. A man that can make you swoon and come so hard that you can’t see straight. Kane is waiting for you.

“Or what? You going to tear my ass up? I’ll bend over right the fuck now.”

I turn and come face to face with crystal blue eyes attached to the mystery man. Exactly my type. “I’m Jaxon.” “Kane.” I gesture for him to sit on the stool and take a seat beside him. “I’ve never seen you before, Jaxon.”

Holy shit, I’m kissing a guy. And I fucking like it.

He crawls onto the bed, bracing his hands beside my head. “We’ll go slow.” He lets the bottom half of his body drop. “Even if all I want to do is bend you over and see how tight you are.”

“There’s no God in this room, Litso kukly. I want to hear my name leaving those pretty lips. Do you understand me?”

“Look at your cock leaking for me. Wipe it up. I want to taste it.” I rub my fingers through the pre-cum leaking all over my stomach and hold my hand out to him. His lips seal over my fingers, and he starts sucking on them like he’s sucking cock. “Fuck, Kane. Please.”

“Do you like my cock?” “Yes, Daddy.” That slips out before I can stop myself, and his cock twitches inside me. He wraps an arm around my throat and pulls me to my knees. He uses his other hand to jerk me down until I’m sitting on his thighs, his cock buried as deep as it will go. “What did you call me?” “Daddy,” I pant. “Ride Daddy’s cock, Litso kukly.” Jesus fuck.

“Hold onto the headboard.” I reach up and wrap my fingers around the top. “Now. Fucking. Ride. Me.”

“Khoroshiy mal’chik.” “What does that mean?” He smiles and pecks my lips. “Good boy.” Fucking hell, Kane Lyubava is dangerous. And I’m ready for it.

No matter how much I enjoy Jaxon’s company, I can’t take any chances. His story sounds legit, but he could be a really good liar. I will find out soon enough if I need to kill him.

“Oh, stab me. Can you make it slow, though? My dick is hard as fuck just thinking about you carving up my skin.”

“I want more, Blaze. I want dates, I want trips, I want to eat dinner without expectations, I want you to be proud to have me on your arm, and most of all, I want your heart.” “I thought you were happy with what we have.” “I am,” he sighs, “I was. I still want what we have, but I need more. I deserve more.” “You do.” I stand from the couch, and I watch his face fall. “But it can’t be from me.” I kiss his forehead, and I close my eyes, soaking it in. “I’m sorry, Elijah.” I walk swiftly to the door before I can change my mind. Leaving my heart with him.

“He’s psychic,” Jaxon answers. “Or psycho. I haven’t quite figured that out yet.”

“You’re asking for it, Litso kukly.” “So you keep saying, but I have yet to be on the receiving end of your threats.” My eyebrows hit my hairline because I know exactly what those threats are, having been on the receiving end of more than one of those punishments. Kane can be as merciless as Blaze when he wants to be.

I had no idea what I was getting myself into with Kane. Now here I am with a plug in my ass, getting face fucked.

“I’m just not used to this. I’m…new.” “New? With guys making you beg them to fuck you or guys in general?” I relax at his teasing. “Both.” Elijah’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “Kane is your first?” He whistles. “Damn. I don’t know whether to tell you congratulations or sorry.”

“Delayed gratification can be so good, Jaxon. You just have to be patient.” “Patient?” I argue. “I’m so hard that I hurt.”

“I want to own you, take care of you, and spoil you. I want to take you on trips around the world, on dates, whatever your heart desires. In return, you give me your total submission.” “I’m already yours, Master,” Elijah whispers. “Please don’t leave me again.”

“What do you want him to call you in private?” Blaze grins. “Sir. I want to hear him tripping over that word while I work his ass.”

“What does Elijah call you?” I ask. Kane rolls his eyes, making Blaze and Elijah laugh. “King,” Kane answers. “What do you call him?” “Dragotsennyy.” “That’s hot as fuck, but I have no idea what you’re saying.” “It means precious, smartass,” Kane answers.

“I don’t care if you aren’t wearing my collar, Jaxon. You. Are. Mine. And I protect what’s mine. It’s my job to make sure you’re safe and taken care of. If I let this slide, everyone in here will think that you’re fair game. We will handle it tomorrow.”

Blaze grabs his arm, slams his hand down on the table, and lays the knife against his fingers. “Which one did you think about touching Jaxon with? This one?” Blaze puts pressure on the knife, making blood well on the surface. “Or this one?”

That peace that I’ve been chasing since Kane cut me off. It just makes me realize that Jaxon belongs here. He’s going to be the glue that holds this family together.

“I’m not going anywhere, Master.” Blaze’s hands slide up my sides. “I’m not sure what love is, but I know that I love you.”

He’s never said those words to me, even when he placed the collar. I’ve been in love with Blaze, I’m pretty sure, from the first moment I laid eyes on him, and he finally said the words. “I love you too.”

“I might let you come. I haven’t made up my mind yet.” “Please, Sir.” That slips out before I can stop it, and I immediately regret it when Blaze starts roughly stroking my cock in a tight grip. He brings me right to the edge and drops his hand. “I don’t think I will.” I whimper, and he chuckles cruelly. “Bad boys don’t get what they want. I’ll keep you right on the edge all night long and still won’t let you come.”

“They’re gone,” he whispers and slows his movements until he’s just rocking on top of me. “Thank you, Boss.” “You don’t have to thank me.” I rub my thumb across his plump bottom lip. “I want you to feel comfortable coming to me when you need this.”

He pulls back and pecks my lips. “I love you, Kane.” I jerk back, surprised. Blaze has never said those words to me. I jerk him against my chest. “I love you too.”

“I want you to wear my collar.” Jaxon pulls back to see my face. “I want you to be mine, and I want everyone to know that you belong to me.” I kiss him softly. “I love you, Litso kukly. I know it’s fast, but goddamn if you don’t already have my heart.” “I want that,” Jaxon says softly. “I’ve never been this happy in my life. And it is too fast, but I love you too. You belong to me too, right?”

“Jaxon’s last name isn’t Lennox. It’s Smoak.” I can tell by the look on his face that I won’t like what he says next. “And he’s a fucking undercover cop.” Blood rushes through my ears. I can see Blaze jump from his chair, and Saint’s mouth is moving, but I can’t hear. Anger and sadness overwhelm me all at once. For the first time in my life, I know what true betrayal feels like. True heartbreak. I found the first real love of my life. And now I have to kill him.

“I shared my life with you. I let you meet my sister. I put my collar around your goddamn neck. You were just meant to be my fuck toy, Jaxon. Something pretty I could play with when I got bored. Now you’ve dug yourself into my fucking brain, and I find out you’re working against me. I have no choice but to end you. You know too much.”

I love you both in different ways, but the same amount.” My mind latches onto one word, and I can’t let it go. “Love?” “I don’t want to get into it right now because I want to enjoy tonight. But you need to know you saved me in more ways than one. I’ll explain it, I promise, just later. I love you, Sir.”

“You’re mine to do with as I please. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” There’s no hesitation in his answer and no defiance in his gaze like there used to be. Jaxon has finally accepted this part of himself, making me fall in love with him even more.

“Are you done, Boy toy?” Jaxon searches my face and shakes his head. “Not until you say so, Sir.” Holy shit. “Good fucking boy.”

“Blaze.” “Fuck,” I grunt, coming right behind him. “I love you, Baby.” Just saying the words, my soul settles, my mind clears, and I know Jaxon is what we’ve all needed. And we’re never letting him go.

“I want us to get married.” “Um, what?” “All of us.” Eli chuckles. “That’s not legal, Blaze.”

“What’s your idea?” he laughs. “I took Kane’s last name years ago. If I marry you and Jaxon marries Kane, we’ll all have the same last name. Kind of like we’re all married to each other.”

“Just like that,” I encourage. “He can take it. Fuck. His. Face.”

As soon as Jaxon’s eyes are open, I pull him to his knees and clasp his face. “Marry me.” Jaxon eyes widen. “Be mine. Take my last name. You already have my heart and my collar, now I want you to have my last name.” He sucks in a breath and wraps his arms around my neck. “Yes, Daddy. Fuck yes. I want it all.” “It’s yours.”

Through all the bullshit, this is what everyone needs in life–love and acceptance. I’ve never seen Blaze so happy because they accept him as is, even if he’s childlike most of the time. Eli and Jaxon love him, flaws and all.

Me? I’m a hard man to deal with. I’m temperamental, hard-headed, and dominant with a mean streak. But their love lets me know I am who I’m supposed to be. We can take on anything in this life. Together.

I saw how love treated my mom and never really wanted that for myself. Until I met Kane, and he showed me what love really is. Love isn’t always flowers, candy, and rainbows. It’s hard, and sometimes it fucking sucks. But when you find someone that you want to spend the rest of your life with, none of that shit matters.

And I would do anything for the love of Kane.