Chapter 18 Locusts Swarming
Locusts Swarming
TERRANCE
It was lucky we were about to do this half shifted.
In this form, my body could sustain whatever Lothair dished out.
A part of my mind still wondered how in the hell I’d ended up here—on my knees, in my client’s ostentatious bedroom he used only for sex, with my ass pushed out for his mouth and tongue, my tail swishing and horns tingling.
I could barely believe how much I wanted him to fucking own me.
Did Lothair change me?
Or maybe he’d just set me free.
When he pressed dirty, open-mouthed kisses to my asshole, claws digging into my thighs, I didn’t try to dampen my passion. I wanted him to see how desperate I was for him. He deserved to know how much I craved him and that I didn’t regret for a second that he was my mate.
His thick tongue laved my insides, and it felt like I was losing strength in my legs. But it was just my body softening, preparing for what was to come.
He didn’t use his fingers to open me up. With those claws out, it would never work. Instead, he rose behind me, the mattress shifting under us, and his slick cockhead pressed against my hole.
“Terry, baby…” He sounded broken.
“You own me,” I gasped as I bore down to take him in.
Fuck, he was thick.
It hurt but didn’t and felt so wrong yet so right. I could only groan and whine as he fucked me shallowly with just the tip, working me open.
Then he hugged my tail and pressed in deeper.
I snarled into the pillows. With my eyes squeezed shut, I tried to comprehend what the hell was going on in my lower body, but it was too much.
I couldn’t move. As if Lothair’s dick in my ass took over my nervous system, and I had no capacity to do anything but take it. When he retreated and pushed back in, an electric current shot up my spine. My dick throbbed, and my balls drew up so tight they fucking hurt.
I bit the pillow, and the fabric ripped where I dug my hands into the bedding.
The bastard went slow. So infuriatingly slow. He made me feel every inch, in and out. An eternity went by as he made space for himself inside me, crooning and humming as he petted my tail.
I’d never made myself as helpless or as vulnerable to anyone as I was for Lothair right then.
Then he pressed deeper still, impaling me like meat on a skewer; I felt so full I could burst.
I let out an undignified sob.
“Shh, Terry. I love you.”
He stayed inside me, lodged in me to the root, and stroked my ass and tail, claws skimming my skin.
Wound up tighter than I’d ever been in my life, I was about to lose my freaking mind.
“Fuck. Me. Hard!” I managed, my voice muffled by the pillows. “Fuck me!”
Lothair growled.
He held me by my tail and retreated. Then he slammed into me so our skin slapped together.
It was what I needed.
I gave myself up to him. My muscles loosened, my head emptied, and I melted into the mattress with my legs bent and spread like a damned frog.
Lothair railed my ass with his big, ridged dick, his wings flapping, and I flew into the stratosphere.
“That’s what you want, baby? A rough dicking into your alpha hole? You’re so tight and strong, but you’re mewling like a horny omega boy. Want me to breed your ass?”
I couldn’t answer. Every thrust knocked the air out of my lungs, and I gasped and whimpered.
“You’re going to come, baby. You’re going to come just from my dick in your alpha asshole.”
I wailed at the thought. It felt impossible. My cock tingled all over, untouched, the upper half brushing the sheets under me in the most unsatisfying way. I’d sooner pass out.
“I can do this all night, Terry. You will come on my dick.”
He leaned over me, changing the angle, and suddenly, his ridged cockhead rubbed along the front wall of my hole. The pressure was indescribable.
I was about to explode. It was too much, too intense. The pleasure was too sharp, contained in that one spot with nowhere to go, and Lothair pushed the button over and over.
Desperate, I roared, but he only sped up. He drilled into me, using his shifter strength to nail the place faster than my galloping heartbeat. It burned.
And then it didn’t.
White noise in my head, light in front of my eyes, fire and ice in my muscles…
The sudden wave of ecstasy rearranged my fucking bones.
I spread-eagled on the bed, snapping my hips, smearing my cum into the sheets, and Lothair rutted against my ass, deep and huge inside me. My torso felt too small to contain us both.
And I loved him—so much that my eyes burned with tears. I laughed, a strangled sound that bounced off the walls.
God, I was high.
Lothair fucked me leisurely, still hard, sliding his cock through my loose, cum-filled hole.
“Mm-hmm. You’re so soft. All fucked out.” He kissed my spine between my wings. “Did I hurt you, baby?”
“Yes. I loved it.”
He chuckled. “Good, because I’d like to do this again.”
“Uh-huh. I might let you.”
“You might? Will you insist on wrestling again?”
“Maybe. But I’ll let you win.”
His laughter vibrated through my bones.
That night, I slept like a log. I didn’t wake up until the alarm shrieked at eight.
We had a full day of filming in front of us and a major event planned with Paris, but Lothair didn’t even let me look at the phone.
He turned the alarm off and dove under the covers.
His warm mouth enveloped my dick, and for the next five minutes, I didn’t think about anything but my mate’s talented tongue.
I’d have to get used to this. Lothair, with Paris on his arm, all dressed up, looked like royalty.
I walked behind them, with Paris’s monster of a bodyguard by my side, who was ignoring me entirely as was his usual MO.
Kim trailed us through the corridor and onto the red carpet, a hands-free set in his ear.
The event’s own security personnel handled the crowd management around the red carpet, so I only observed.
“Move on,” Kim said into the headset. I touched Lothair’s back lightly to get him to hurry up.
He and Paris chuckled at something a reporter said, then they excused themselves and continued down the grand gallery atrium.
The news about Paris and Lothair’s involvement had spread like wildfire despite Paris’s insistent denial they were dating. Tonight’s event would only fuel the speculation, but that was what they wanted.
The gala attendees looked like a flock of peacocks and flamingos, with the occasional penguin thrown in.
I didn’t get the point of it, really. People dressed up in the most expensive and outrageous outfits they could find, pictures were taken, then they floated around with champagne glasses in their hands, not eating anything of the opulent spreads on the tall tables because a millimeter extra around the waist would make it impossible to zip their gowns up.
Half of them looked bored out of their minds, and the other half gave off a nervous energy worthy of Olympic trials.
As I watched the spectacle, my respect for Paris Olivier grew tenfold.
Not only was he the single most beautiful being in the room, but he ruled over the rest of them with natural grace and ease.
In his pearly white suit and embroidered top, he seemed to emit light.
Lothair stayed by his side for a large part of the evening, but none of their interactions suggested anything more than friendship. Even so, all eyes were on them.
To my relief, I wasn’t jealous. By now, I knew exactly how much Lothair loved me. Instead, the idea of having someone like Paris in bed between us occupied my mind.
A beautiful omega, frail and soft, open for us both. Lothair’s cock against mine in a slick, warm hole, his cum mixing with mine…
I remembered Zach with a pang of regret. That night had been incredible, but I’d been too freaked out to enjoy it. If I got another chance like that, I’d savor every second.
Lothair leaned closer to whisper something into Paris’s ear, and I tried to imagine them kissing in front of me.
Huh. I couldn’t really see it. Not Paris.
He was too much, too…godlike. Besides, as his bodyguard oversaw the space with his permanent scowl, I wondered if he was a bit more possessive of his client than his role required.
The monstrous alpha looked like he’d rip the arms off anyone who merely brushed Paris’s suit jacket with a pinkie.
If we wanted to find an omega to share our bed, we would have to start from scratch.
We left the gala after midnight. In the back seat of the car, Lothair laid his head on my shoulder.
“Tired?”
“A little. Can I blow you?” he whispered into my ear.
The driver might have heard because he sucked in a breath, poor guy.
I chuckled. “There’s a nice, roomy shower adjacent to the bedroom.”
Lothair sighed happily. “Good.”
The driver slowed down. “Sir?” His eyes met mine in the mirror before he jerked his chin forward. “What do we do?”
I craned my neck to see what he meant.
Fuck.
There wasn’t supposed to be a crowd in front of the apartment building.
Carlos said he and Paris’s team chose this location specifically to avoid being harassed by fans and paparazzi.
Most A-listers were expected to stay at the posh hotels downtown, close to the venue.
Paris and Lothair had rented a top-floor condo in a nice but inconspicuous high-rise six blocks away.
Nobody was supposed to know they were staying here.
And yet, as we were nearing the building, I spotted the swarm of people in front of the entrance. At one in the morning? They could only be there for one reason.
“Kim, you’re seeing that?” I said into the headset. Kim and a few more of our men were in the car right behind us.
“Yes. It looks like fifty people, mostly fans with phones, but I see a few professional cameras as well.”
The connection bleeped as Paris’s bodyguard joined the conversation. “Mr. Olivier doesn’t wish to change locations. We’re pushing through them.”