Chapter 14 Distractions #2
It was Leo who answered. “Unless you knew Davidson personally, you wouldn’t recognize him. Definitely not in club lighting.”
“I’m not the kind of celeb that people react to in the street,” I added. “Folks who’re in the business might know how I look, but that’s it.”
Hassel squinted. “You do have an impressive build. Makes people remember.”
“The bouncer at the club was nearly the same size,” I countered.
“Very well. You left the club later, right?”
“We left separately,” I said. “I took the mask off in the street when I followed Leo, but the men who tried to kidnap him didn’t see me go after them.”
“It wasn’t just the two of them,” Hassel pointed out.
“They were waiting for a car. So there must have been at least one more guy. Maybe the driver saw you follow them, recognized you, and put things together. Which means you’ve been followed and watched ever since.
Another alternative would be that the street outside Clearbridge’s office was one of the places watched. ”
Leo stiffened. “Unless Fabio knows about shifters, about Davidson being one and about me being his mate…” He trailed off, looking at me and Hassel with wide, terrified eyes.
“He’s not,” he cried so loudly I automatically put an arm around his back to soothe him.
“He’s not.” He turned his gaze to me, pleading.
“The eyes, the scent. He’s not a shifter. I would know it by now.”
Hassel’s eyes were deep green with a thin band of light silver around the pupils. Leo was right. Once you knew what to look for, you recognized a shifter’s eyes.
I hugged Leo to my side and kissed his temple. “We would all know if he were.” In the shifter circles, people knew about each other.
Except Hassel didn’t seem to share my opinion. “Probably, we would,” he said.
I scowled at him. He was maddeningly consistent in leaving room for unknown variables. It was professional of him but did nothing to calm my mate.
“Any other alternatives?”
I was aware I sounded irritated, but Hassel didn’t seem to notice or didn’t care.
“A tracking device in Leo’s things or tracing his phone. But those are not likely. I took every precaution.”
“Leo’s phone has been on airplane mode or turned off since Friday night.”
“Leo, have you been in contact with anyone?” Hassel asked.
“No.”
And that worried me. Didn’t he have anyone besides his bodyguard who’d care about his whereabouts if he suddenly disappeared?
“Look, it’s obvious,” Leo said, his voice firm.
“He’s not a shifter himself, so he can’t know about me being Davidson’s mate.
It’s unlikely they were able to find out I’m with him at all.
It simply wasn’t Miles what’s-his-name. I was nervous and scared, so of course I panicked when I saw someone looking vaguely like one of Fabio’s people.
I’ll probably see them on every corner now. ”
I rubbed my hand up and down Leo’s back as he spoke. What he said sounded reasonable, but at the same time, dismissing his fear didn’t sit right with me.
“It’s a viable option,” Hassel said.
Leo relaxed into my side.
“However, we should still take precautions.”
“I’ve enhanced the security,” I said. “You’re welcome to walk around with me and take a look.”
“Thanks. We’ll do that as soon as we’re done here.”
“What more is there?”
“You mentioned you were looking into Altera’s businesses.”
“Yes. But so far no luck. Everything seems well taken care of.”
“He’s meticulous. If he does something illegal, he covers up. My worry is, if he finds out an engineering tycoon from Ardaine, where his ex-boyfriend happens to reside, is looking into his affairs, he might get tempted to take more extreme steps.”
“I’m meticulous as well.”
“Good.” Hassel smiled pleasantly. “I believe you.”
“What now?”
“I have a guy keeping an eye on Altera’s men here in Ardaine. I say we wait.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed through my nostrils. I knew that was the only thing we could do, but it made me feel helpless.
“Wait for what?” Leo asked in a small voice.
Hassel sighed, looking at Leo with compassion.
“He’s in Italy now. His men seem to be lying low, taking care of errands, and even going out to pubs and clubs.
The private jet that was supposed to take you has left the airport.
My conclusion is that they’re not planning anything big until their boss is back.
They might increase their efforts again in two weeks.
And if Altera himself arrives in Ardaine, we know it’s on. ”
“Are you sure Leo is safe until he’s back?”
“I think he’s safe here as long as you have enough people and the right tech guarding the premises. Altera won’t storm this house, but he might try to steal Leo from under your nose if we’re not careful.”
Leo groaned with frustration. “Why does he still care?”
Hassel grimaced. “There are books on these things, but honestly, I never had the patience to study the mind of a narcissistic psychopath. Expect the worst and stay away has been my way of dealing with them.”
Leo looked down like a child that had been scolded, and I frowned. Did he blame himself?
“Let’s take the tour,” Hassel said.
I held Leo’s hand while we walked around the house and garden, visiting the guesthouse and guard booth by the gate. Hassel then checked the security cameras and fences on his own while Leo and I made coffee. My mate was quiet, seemingly lost in thought.
Hassel came back in twenty minutes.
“Did you find a problem?”
“Nothing serious. A few spots might need slight adjustments, but I’ll take it up with your men, and we’ll get that sorted as soon as possible.” He looked at Leo. “Are you okay with me leaving you here by yourself?”
“I’m safe with Davidson.”
Hassel smiled. “I think so too. I’ll be of more use in the city.”
He refused another coffee and promptly said goodbye, promising to update us on a daily basis.
After Hassel had left, Leo and I sat by the pool.
“How are you?” I asked as soon as he was cuddled to my side on the sofa.
“Good. I’m good.”
“It’s been a long day for you. I’m worried.”
“You don’t have to be. I’m doing much better.”
He truly seemed content. Considering what he’d been through, it was a small miracle.
Nuzzling his hair, I went back and forth over the conversations we’d had. I wanted to ask about the doctor’s visit, but it seemed selfish to push the issue.
“So now we wait?” he asked.
“It seems so.”
He blew out a breath, stretching out his legs. “I don’t want to think about it all.”
“But you are?”
Leo smiled softly, glancing at me. “You’ve been a powerful distraction.”
I groaned. “Ouch, darling.”
“In good ways.” He kept staring at me, his eyes twinkling. Did I discern a smidgen of mischief?
Looking at his gorgeous face, I realized how much strength he must have. He was in acute danger. Had been for months. Then I crashed into his life, quite literally, teeth and talons and wings out in the open, and here he was, smiling at me, sane and composed.
“You’re amazing, Leo,” I said.
He gave out a quiet snort. “Sure. I’m a gift.”
“I mean it. What you must have endured, restarting your life from scratch, and now me, overthrowing everything again. You’re so strong, Leo. I’m proud of you.”
He looked away. “I wish I could forget about everything for a few days.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t mean you, Davidson. I don’t want to forget about you.”
“No?”
He shook his head. Slowly, he put our coffee cups on the side table and straddled my lap, looping his arms around my neck. “I feel safe with you. I do. It’s thanks to you being near me that I’m so calm. If it weren’t for you, I’d be curled up in a corner somewhere, gasping for breath.”
I held him tighter, breathing in the perfume from his neck.
“There’s this switch in my brain,” he murmured, “between anxiety and arousal. You can flip that switch with a few words and a look. Just like that.”
Pulling in his scent and soaking up his warmth, I got hard, of course. He must have felt it because he slowly began rocking in my lap, rubbing his groin subtly against my erection.
“You want to stop thinking, Leo?”
“Please, Davidson.”
“You want me to flip that switch and make you forget about everything?”
“Yes.”
Squeezing his ass cheeks, I put my lips to his ear and pitched my voice low. “I took you so I could keep you, little omega. You’re mine, and I can do what I want with you.”
He hummed.
“Do you like being my plaything?”
“Uh-huh.” He thrust harder against me, blatantly humping my lap.
“For the rest of the night, you’re not going to think about anything else but me.”
“Please.”
“You’re going to be a good little omega and please your Master.”
“Yes, I will.” His voice got breathy with need.
Fuck, it was such a rush to be able to play his body and mind this easily.
“And how are you going to please me, omega?”
“I’ll give you my body, and you can use it however you want. I won’t do anything unless you tell me.”
“I haven’t told you to hump me, boy.”
Leo froze on a whimper.
“You’re so horny. A depraved little slut.”
“I am. I’m horny and wet for your cock. Please, use me. I want to be your fuckhole again, please, Master.”
My mate was indeed a gift. “Take off your pants and show me how wet you are.”
Leo scrambled up and undid his jeans. He pushed them down his legs and knelt with his back to me. Then he tugged his underwear halfway down his thighs and bent forward.
With the briefs around his legs, the socks, and the T-shirt, he looked wonderfully decadent.
Using my thumb, I pulled his ass cheek to the side. The pink star was clenched tight but glistening with wetness in the middle.
“So pretty. My beautiful little hole. Stay like this.”
I positioned myself behind him and took my cock out.
“Wet holes are for fucking.” I tapped my dick over his opening. “Or is there anything else I should do with you?”
“No, Master. I’m only good for fucking.”
“Darling, you’re good for so many other things. But right now…” I inched into him, and he gasped. The bonding made him so loose he didn’t need any prep. “You’re just a wet hole.”
“Master.”
“My fuckhole,” I said with a laugh.
He chuckled, but I cut the sound off with a sharp thrust.
Leo’s cry echoed through the room.
Wet slaps and Leo’s animalistic groans accompanied my punching thrusts, faster and faster until I all but drilled into him. Leo came, spraying cum all over the tiles, but I wasn’t done. When I pulled out, he shuddered, his asshole fluttering.
I flipped him onto his back and, holding him by his calves, I spread his legs into a wide V.
With his underwear hanging around one thigh and his stained, rucked-up T-shirt, he looked used and messed up.
So erotic. I thrust my cock into him to the hilt, and he whined, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
“God, I love this,” he mumbled.
“Sure, you do. You’re made for this. You exist only for my dick.”
The way my girth stretched his opening looked violent.
I pulled out almost all the way, until the ridges popped out, then I glided into him to the hilt, watching his hole swallow me up.
The long, deep thrusts felt incredible as Leo’s inner muscles massaged my length and my cockhead delved into the softest tissue deep inside him.
His slick coated my erection, making it glisten, and his pink rim clung to it on every retreat, as if his body didn’t want to let me go.
How did my cock even fit inside my skinny mate?
From this angle, it looked like I was taking over his body, and together with the sounds he was making, the sight made my spine tingle.
Possessive urges made me pump my hips faster, and Leo’s body quivered and slid on the floor with the hard thrusts.
His abdomen seemed to bulge, and his slender dick curved over it, jerking around and oozing precum.
Covered with sweat and his own cum, spread out, he looked so filthy. Obscene. I could do him hard, as hard as I wanted, and he’d take it gratefully. My horny cocksleeve. Beautiful, dirty, kinky as fuck. My mate was a submissive little cumslut, and I was so fucking lucky.
His whine made me look into his eyes. My crude fantasies dispersed, and I slowed down, overcome with tenderness.
Oh, his drooping eyelids, the way he licked his lips, the flush on his cheeks and upper chest… I was making him feel good.
“Davidson.”
His pupils were dark pools of lust, but then he groaned from deep within and closed his eyes. I fucked his slumped body long after he came the second time. When I finally creamed his hole, he was twitching like a stranded fish.
I pulled out and slapped his thigh. “On your knees.”
Groaning, he struggled to obey. He could barely move, so well-fucked he seemed drunk. When he finally made it into position, he wobbled like a newborn foal.
He jolted when I gave him a couple of spanks. “Stay still.”
That seemed to wake him up. He corrected his position and held it.
Then I stood and walked around him, looking my fill.
Shivering, Leo remained on all fours, his stained underwear bunched up around his knee.
The dark tiles under him were dotted with white drops and smears, his T-shirt was wet with lover’s milk, and my cum slowly oozed out of his reddened hole down his taint toward his balls. He was flushed and panting.
“Put your underwear back on.”
Turning onto his side, Leo did as he was told, slowly pulling the briefs up over all the mess.
“How many times did you come, omega?”
“Three.”
“Did you like it?”
“Yes, Master. Thank you so much for fucking me hard.”
“Are you cold?”
“No, Master.”
“Dirty?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Describe it to me.”
He swallowed, gazing up at me with glassy eyes. “My T-shirt is stained with milk and cum. It feels cool over my nipples. I’m sweaty from coming. My briefs are soaked with my slick and your cum, and I’m leaking more because I can’t close my fucked-out hole yet. I feel filthy and used.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes, Master. I like it a lot.”
“My cock is still covered with your juices. Come and wipe it off.”
Leo knee-walked to me and used the hem of his T-shirt to dab at the slick and cum smears. Then he kissed and licked my cockhead.
“I didn’t give you permission to use your mouth.”
He let go and bent his head. “Sorry.”
“You’ll stay like this tonight. No shower.”
Leo’s lips tightened, looking like he was suppressing a smile. My insatiable, kinky boy.