Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Atlas
The constriction in my jeans was too much.
I wanted to claw at Kassie’s thigh for relief, my monstrous side threatening to take over.
I hadn’t remembered my former self—just how animalistic, how terrible I could be except in the faintest of dreams, spirals of darkness and fear…
loneliness. I didn’t remember ever feeling this level of desire.
I groaned, nearly humping Kassie’s leg. I should have brought my pocket pussy and hidden in the bathroom, so I didn’t look so utterly pathetic. It was embarrassing enough having to tell her what was wrong with me, but grinding against her like some wolf shifter was a new low.
Kassie was kind, though, and didn’t look at me any differently. Even then, she kept me within her line of sight while she put on her headgear for this strange game.
Kassie caressed my cheek, startling me. “Sorry, hun, do you mind helping me? I have an idea.” My antennae perked up.
For the next several moments, she had me move the desk away from the wall. A lot of her things were wireless, and the ones that weren’t, she had bound with electrical tape to keep everything more organized.
That was another thing I liked about Kassie, I appreciated order. My hot chocolate on the right of my resting chair. A book or the remote on my left. And most of all, in the secret compartment of the chair, everything I needed was right where it should be.
“Great job. Now get under the desk,” Kassie said quickly. I shook my head, the pressure in my groin too intense.
“I’m sorry for this,” I whined, clawing the jeans from my body. The shirt followed. The fan Kassie had running to keep the computer monitors cool brushed against my fur. It wasn’t enough to calm the ache building in me, but at least I wouldn’t be in so much pain.
Kassie watched me get under the desk, a little too intently. I could see the outline of her nipples through her black sports bra, and the heat of her arousal carried straight to my antennae.
Night, please take me into the darkness.
“My sweet moth, that looks painful. I’m on in two minutes…”
I can come in two minutes…
“I will make it as fast as I can—beat his ass, and then you have me for as long as you want. You have my full consent to do whatever dirty little thing you want to do to me.”
I gripped my cock as I stared up at her, my wings—though invisible—flared out behind me, fluttering violently. “Anything?” I growled, giving myself a firm tug as come dripped down my fingers.
Kassie’s eyelids lowered. “Anything.”
I leaned my head back and rested it on the side of the desk. I listened as she scooted her chair in. I couldn’t help it as I continued to slowly stroke myself. All the ways I could take her.
Crouched beneath the desk, I understood her strategy without needing explanation. She was shielding me from Titan’s face on the monitor, assuming my territorial instincts couldn't handle the sight of him.
Partly that, yes. But I also recognize his kind. Fox shifters—particularly the smaller, magically gifted ones—possess a cunning that made them far more dangerous than their stature suggested.
Titan's power comes from manipulation, not muscle.
A fox shifter's specialty. His pretty face and lying tongue have built him an army of followers who hang on his every word.
I could hunt him down easily enough; beneath all those smooth words, his physical form was pathetically ordinary.
No claws, no strength. Just a con artist who never had to face real consequences for the damage he caused.
If those wolf shifters on the mayor's payroll don't track him down soon, I'll hunt him myself. Right after I've claimed Kassie as my match.
Kassie's fingers flew across the keyboard, and the software chimed as she connected to her stream. A cascade of notification pings followed—her fans flooding the chat the moment they saw she was online.
“Good evening, everyone, how are we doin’?” I could hear the smile in her voice, the love of what she did. I was glad she had this: things that made her happy.
Kassie lifted her leg, dragging her calf along my arm.
The heat from her bare skin penetrated even through my fur, sending a shiver down my spine.
I exhaled soundlessly, careful not to be heard by her audience.
Gently, I guided her ankle to rest on my shoulder, pressing my lips against the delicate bone there, silently pleading for her to keep it in place.
And thank Night for that decision, because beneath her pleated sports skirt was nothing but a whisper of purple fabric, so delicate and transparent I could make out every detail of what lay beneath.
This female would kill me.
I squeezed my cock tighter, rubbing the shaft to get more friction. The sight of it alone was enough to set me off. I wanted to free her pussy so I could smell her more, but didn’t want to distract her either…
“We are just waiting on TeaBag to enter before we play. He doesn’t look like he knows how to read a clock, so who knows if he will show up,” she giggled.
Her laughter warmed me from within. I dragged my tongue across the delicate bone of her ankle, feeling her startle beneath my touch.
She maintained her stream conversation without missing a beat, though her voice hitched when I continued to touch her.
My hands trembled as I fought for control, desperate to tame the feral need clawing through me.
My restraint crumbled with each taste. The strawberry-scented oil from her shower lingered on her skin, and I found myself tracing the invisible path it might take up her thighs, wondering just how high she had applied it.
Beneath my lips, Kassie's pulse raced at her ankle, the rhythm betraying what her voice tried to hide. Each time she spoke to her audience, her words would catch for just a heartbeat—a tiny hitch only I could detect. She trembled for me.
"Well, fashionable or not, he's keeping us all waiting," Kassie replied, her voice breathier than before.
I could hear the slight hitch in her breath as I moved my hand up her leg, tracing the curve of her muscle.
Her skin was so soft, so warm, and I could feel the slight tremble of her body as I touched her.
Suddenly, a loud ping echoed through the room.
“Did you miss me, KassieNova?” The male’s voice echoed through the speakers, and blood rushed not to my crotch but my head. I wanted to skin him alive and put him on my mantle.
Human or animal form.
Kassie's leg tensed slightly, her foot pressing down on my shoulder as if to calm me. She knew I was on edge, and not just sexually.
"Well, well, TeaBag. Always the charmer," Kassie replied, her voice laced with sarcasm. I could hear the slight edge in her tone, the warning. She didn't like his advances any more than I did. "But we're all here to play, right? So, let's get this show on the road."
There was a pause and a click of the tongue. “Not so fast, Miss Nova, we have some wagers to attend to here.”
Tiny pings on the computer went off, and Kassie cursed under her breath. “Hope you don’t want anything your viewers want, because you aren’t seeing these boobs in any private chat.”
A scream left my throat, my arms grasped Kassie’s thighs and spread them wide. My tongue licked up the strawberry taste of the oil on her body until I reached my dessert.
I tickled her pussy between the fabric, and she jumped in her seat.
“What the hell was that?” Titan shouted through the computer. “What the fuck was that noise?”
Kassie jolted in her chair, her eyes darting down to meet mine with a mix of concern and warning. After a moment of silent communication, she collected herself and addressed the screen. "Sorry about that—my speakers just had a weird feedback."
“Aww…” Titan cooed. “Need new equipment? Your subs can’t pay you enough?”
I attempted to retreat, realizing what I'd done, but her fingers found my head, carefully avoiding my antennae as she guided my face back between her thighs.
“No, I’m doing just fine. But I can tell when someone needs a binky when they have to blast me all over the main live stream, that they couldn’t get another gamer to reply to their messages to play a game. Seriously, Titan, what’s the deal?”
I rested my face further into her lap, finally feeling not as jealous since she was annoyed with him. Kassie was the one petting me under the desk, not him.
“My patience is limited, KassieNova. Besides, with a gamertag like that, you would think you would come running when a guy like me asks you to play.”
Kassie pinched the bridge of her nose. “Do your parents know you’re on the internet?”
I heard a bang from the other side of the screen, and Kassie chuckled. “Oh, someone is having a tantrum now,” she cooed.
The screen had tiny pings going off, faster and faster.
Kassie giggled again.
More chaos was coming from the other side of the screen. “Shut the fuck up, Kass!”
“Yup, someone is in need of a nap.”
“For fuck’s sake, let’s play the game!” Titan screamed. “This isn’t a roast, it’s to play a game!”
Kassie pursed her lips, her whole body shaking. “But wouldn’t you like a cape so you can be super mad?”
I nuzzled deeper between her thighs, my antennae quivering despite the ache in my groin.
Hearing her verbally dismantle this fool was almost worth the torment.
My Kassie, fierce, independent, magnificent…
handling this arrogant male without any intervention from me.
Later, I would worship every inch of her body, but for then, I savored her victory over the fox's hollow charm.
Titan swore under his breath, and there were clicks on the other side of the computer. Here were the stakes. “The loser has to give all money made during the game to the winner.”
Kassie shrugged her shoulders. “That isn’t very creative, that’s what everyone does.”
There was more clicking on the other side of the screen. “I’m not done. The winner, which will be me by the way, will take the loser out to dinner.” He chuckled on the other side of the screen, and I moved, ready to push Kassie’s chair away and tell the little twit off.
Instead, Kassie shoved my face right into her panty-covered pussy and tried to suffocate me.
Not a bad way to die… really.
“First off,” she started. “No. You won’t win. So, when I win, you can give me a gift certificate to a restaurant of my choice so I can take out my boyfriend.”
I stopped struggling because I did like being between her legs, but that was besides the point. She announced me as her male in front of all of her fans. A declaration of love to all of her people.
Titan scoffed. “Boyfriend?” He crossed his arms. “Yeah, right. Where is he then? I’ve never seen him, you’ve never mentioned him…”
Refusing to be hidden any longer, I shoved the chair back with enough force to make it roll across the floor, then crawled out from my hiding place. In one fluid motion, I rose up on the opposite side of the desk, positioning myself squarely in the frame of the webcam.
“I am the boyfriend!” I announced, my big red eyes glaring into the monitor’s reflection.
Oops.
I glanced at the window, seeing only darkness where daylight should have been. My stomach dropped as I realized what had happened. Sunset had come and gone, taking my human disguise with it. I'd just flashed my true form to thousands of viewers into the camera
The mayor was going to be so pissed.