Chapter 12 The Chase #2
At least the rain had stopped, and the sun was already peeking out among the fluffy clouds.
Lothair swung to the right, heading out of the city in the direction of the mountains.
He met my eyes briefly in the rearview mirror, his expression significantly less pissed than before.
Even though we were now out of the busiest suburbs, he wasn’t accelerating.
Chances were, he would stop and let me talk to him.
I was composing possible speeches in my head when a blue SUV cut in front of me from the left in a blatant disregard for both traffic rules and common sense. The road was wet, puddles glistening here and there. I swore and honked at the jerk.
He began taking over Lothair, who slowed down to let him pass. With relief, I realized Lothair was about to stop. Maybe he was just looking for a good spot where we could both park.
Abruptly, the blue SUV swerved.
A blood-curdling screeching sound followed. I saw it happening in slow motion. Lothair’s convertible took a hit to the driver’s door, but Lothair stabilized it in a remarkable show of his stunt training.
The SUV drove left, crossing into the opposite lane, gaining speed.
Then it swerved right again, about to hit Lothair’s car harder, in an idiotic move taken straight from one of Lothair’s B-movie scripts.
Lothair stepped on the gas, his car shooting forward.
The SUV missed, rocking precariously as the driver fought to stay on the road and keep up with Lothair.
What the actual fuck?
This was a targeted attack.
Various courses of action ran through my mind.
I could try getting my car between the SUV and Lothair’s convertible.
However, Lothair was an excellent driver with shifter reflexes, and steering my car too close could endanger him more.
I had a backup gun in the glove compartment, but unlike what you saw in movies, shooting from a moving vehicle while driving on a curving road was about as accurate as shooting with your eyes closed while jumping on a trampoline.
I wouldn’t risk a stray bullet hitting the convertible.
Could I drive into the SUV and push him off the road the same way he’d tried to take out Lothair?
Mere seconds passed as I analyzed the situation. Lothair was speeding just enough to stay in front of the attacker, cutting his trajectory whenever the driver tried to get beside him. He was brilliant. If anyone had a chance to get out of this unscathed, it was him.
I tapped the screen on the center console, dialing the Cassidy and Hassel emergency number.
“Terrance here. Code zero-three-eight. I’m following a midnight-blue Toyota SUV down one-forty-seven toward the national forest.” I rattled off the license plate.
“The driver is pursuing and endangering my client, who’s driving an orange BMW.
Inform authorities, and find out who this is. Follow my location.”
“I got you. I have your location. Any firearms?”
“Not that I can see. The driver attempted to hit my client’s car, pushing him off the road. I’m right behind.”
“We’re on it.”
Lothair still couldn’t speed away. The traffic wasn’t heavy, but we were passing gardens and houses.
A young boy on a bike paused by a crossing and stared at Lothair’s car as it swooshed by.
The valley on the right deepened, only separated from the road by a low guard rail.
This was the worst possible area for a car chase.
Then I heard the siren. It was not a police car.
The sound came from the left, and suddenly, Lothair hit the brakes as a blinking and wailing ambulance hurtled onto the road right in front of him.
The SUV driver took the opportunity to slam into Lothair’s tail from the side. The convertible began spinning.
I ignored the SUV, which made a U-turn and sped away.
I felt as if the world had slowed down around me as I stopped by the guard rails, got out, and sprinted to where Lothair’s BMW hung stuck between two trees. The front seat of the convertible was empty.
I jumped over the rail and skidded down the slope, almost falling onto my ass as rocks rolled under my feet.
“Lothair!” I yelled with my heart in my throat. “Lothair!”
A groan and a curse sounded from the bushes below.
I fell, sliding down the incline, scraping my palms in the process.
“Lothair!” Scrambling back to my feet, I searched the vegetation for broken branches and signs of impact.
Then he emerged from a group of prickly-looking greenery. Grimacing, he stumbled out of the mess of branches that seemed to be holding on to him with their gnarly fingers. His clothes looked like he’d been through a shredder, but there was no blood on them.
He was moving, his limbs intact, a head on his shoulders. His hair was tousled, a few scrapes on his forearms, dust billowing as he brushed his torn pants off half-heartedly… He was okay.
My legs gave out under me, and I crumbled onto my knees in the dirt.
“Lothair…”
“That was wild.” He gave me his most arrogant smirk.
After almost two hours on the side of the road talking to the police and my bosses, a colleague from Cassidy and Hassel drove us home.
We hadn’t been able to identify the driver of the SUV.
The license plates were stolen, and the windows tinted.
It could have been any of the lunatics who’d been trying to get a piece of Lothair for ages.
Lothair was withdrawn, but it wasn’t like we could talk in front of everyone. When we finally made it into his house, he mumbled something about a shower and stalked away.
Except I wasn’t letting him out of my sight anymore.
In his room, I sorted the mess of clothes from his attempt to pack.
Some of it was damp since he’d been soaking wet when he’d started, so I hung a few T-shirts and a hoodie in the laundry room and threw my dirty jeans into the washer.
I didn’t bother putting on fresh pants. If things went my way, I’d be taking them off again soon.
When I returned to the bedroom in my underwear, the sound of the shower had just stopped. I planted myself on a chair by the bed and waited. A few minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around his hips.
As I stood to face him, he crossed his arms over his chest. I could tell he’d been preparing a speech. As if it hadn’t been enough for me to watch him being catapulted from a moving vehicle…
“I don’t want to be something you accept because you have no choice. I refuse to—”
I put my hand over his mouth. “Hush.”
His skin was like a magnet for me. I slid my hands to his bare chest and stroked the perfect plains.
No, nothing compared to being with Lothair. His scent. The taste of him. My visceral reaction to his mere presence in the room.
I leaned in and nuzzled the base of his throat. His scent filled my senses, soothing the anxiety I’d felt since waking up without him. I didn’t have the words to express the mess of bewilderment and jittery excitement in my head. I kissed him instead.
Lothair let out a pained whimper and gripped my hair, pulling me close. We toppled onto the bed. He tore my wet T-shirt off and latched on to my nipple as I struggled out of my boxers.
When we were both naked, we rolled to the other side of the bed, him on top of me, thrusting against me. Our cocks slid together, and I felt it. Ridges. Mine and his, rubbing together. Gasping, we both looked down.
God. This was mind-blowing. A dream.
He clasped us together, and we rocked, our cocks sliding against each other. The ridges felt incredible.
“This is madness,” he rasped, moving faster.
“I’m going to come.”
“Me too.”
We erupted at the same time, and I watched the cum fly and blend, drops colliding in the air.
Lothair growled and slithered down my body, licking it off my chest and belly. Then he sucked my oversensitive cockhead, and I shouted.
“Kiss me!”
He launched at me, our mouths clashing. I savored the taste of our combined cum on his tongue.
“I want you,” I managed between biting kisses. “Don’t leave.”
“I won’t.”
Lothair clutched me, squeezing me with his inhuman strength, and I realized I was holding on to him just as hard.
“We’ll figure this out,” I managed.
He hid his face in the crook of my neck and shoulder. Was he shaking? “I want you to fuck me again. I prepped.”
In a flash of clarity, I saw us from the outside.
With every kiss, we were sealing our fate.
Lothair had been right this morning. Maybe if we put some distance between us now, we could still stop it.
Maybe the fresh, fragile bond would fade.
One day, after many years, I’d find an omega who’d make me burn like Lothair did.
I rolled on top of him, pinning him to the bed. Panting, Lothair looked up at me, his violet eyes tender and pleading.
But I didn’t have the slightest intention of rejecting him. Why should I? Just because somewhere in the back of my head sat a preconceived idea about how my life would play out? I hadn’t even been looking. It wasn’t something I’d desired or even thought of. I’d just assumed.
I pressed my lips against his, and Lothair opened his mouth, sucking on my tongue. He spread his legs and bucked. A small whine escaped him.
Kneading his ass cheek, I grazed his hole with my fingertips.
“I want you on your back, taking it like a good boy.”
He grinned, his tongue peeking out.
I didn’t have to think about this at all. Manhandling Lothair into position, smearing his hole with lube, pushing onto his thighs to fold him into a parcel—it all felt so natural, as if I’d done this many times before.
My mate.
I pushed my cock into him.
“Fuck, Terry. God, you own me, baby. Like that.”
Fucking hell.
It was so different from any sex I’d had before.
Lothair was big and powerful, and dominating him, pushing into him, made me feel invincible.
He was the first alpha I’d been with, and the clench of his body, the scorching heat, and the decadent friction couldn’t compare to the squishy warmth of an omega’s soft hole.
I had to work my cock in, push, and fight the resistance.
The reward came in the form of the most delicious tightness. His body fucking milked me.
Lothair scrunched up his face, whimpering softly. He let me do this. He gave himself to me completely. His huge, ridged cock lay on his stomach, throbbing, drooling wetness onto his belly button, his round balls drawn up.
He scooped up some of his precum with his fingertip and smeared my lips with it.
I saw red.
Snarling, I began ramming my dick into his body, the lube squelching, our skin slapping together. Lothair grabbed his knees, holding himself folded in half for me, letting me take and take and take… He gave out these high-pitched little yelps.
His thorns burst out of his head and shoulders, and his pupils transformed.
With the dragon’s eyes, he stared up at me.
“We’ll do this every day,” I managed through gritted teeth. “This big bad alpha is my little fuckhole now.”
“Uh-huh. Yours. Aaah. Augh. Terry!”
I wrapped my hand around his erection and massaged the ridges. Lothair went nuclear under me. He started babbling nonsense about getting wet for me and taking my knot. When I saw his cum jet out of his slit and splatter all over his chest, I lost it.
I ground against him, sheathing myself as deep as I could, and came and came. I felt the orgasm in my knot, and for a split second, I imagined it growing inside Lothair.
I collapsed on top of his body, my dick in him to the hilt, and we kissed. He fed me his cum, making me lick it from his fingertips. When I softened and pulled out, he winced.
“You okay?”
He stretched his legs, and the corner of his mouth curved up.
“Sore from a good dicking. It’s lovely. You should try it.”
Laughing, I plopped down next to him and gathered him into my arms. I traced the thorns on his shoulder with my fingers and brushed kisses onto his sweaty forehead.
“You could have been killed today.”
He sighed. “Nah. It was just some nutjob thinking they could scare me.”
“Do you have any idea who might have done something like that?”
“Anyone. No one.” He rubbed his cheek on my chest.
“We need to deal with it.”
“You’re about to tell me I need to follow the protocol, aren’t you?”
“Yes. At least until we find out who was driving the SUV this morning.”
“Does that mean you’re staying?”
As if I could tear myself away. “I didn’t see you get out of the car. How did you do that?”
“I unsnapped the seatbelt when I heard the ambulance coming. When he was about to hit me, I jumped up, kicking off the passenger seat. I half shifted midair and slowed the impact with my wings. When I landed among the bushes below the incline, I shifted back. If it weren’t for the freaking cacti hiding among the shrubs, I’d be unscathed. ”
My brain overcooked just imagining that. “For fuck’s sake. You’re insane.”
He kissed along my collarbone. “You’re staying, Terry, right?”
“Yes.”
“Not just because someone’s after me?”
“We need to talk to my boss alone. Devon won’t be happy I’m on your account if I’m involved with you, but since we’re mated, he could be convinced.”
He sagged over me, tension disappearing from his body. His horns and thorns withdrew, and the skin on his arms regained its tan hue. “Okay. I’ll be good, I promise. The best client you’ve ever had. I’ll do whatever you tell me.”
“Somehow, I can’t see that happening.”
Propping his chin on my chest, he smirked up at me. “Maybe I’ll enjoy obeying your orders.”