Chapter Fifteen
Gwen
I awakened alone in bed and stretched my senses out to see who was near. Ajax was in the outer chamber. My mouth watered. Hunger coursed through my veins.
I only truly hunger for those I’m close to. Ajax had grown dear to my heart. Such a wonderful, sweet giant of a man. So caring, so thoughtful.
Abbott lifted his rules about bringing someone to tears while Kieran was out of town. This meant I could truly enjoy Ajax, and I intended to do just that. I also intended to get out of the house later.
I stood, checked myself in the mirror, and then walked to the security console.
Facial recognition combined with my palm print and an iris scan were necessary to disengage the lethal portions of our security.
Powerful vampires can make themselves invisible in a mirror by affecting the rate we vibrate.
We can also make ourselves appear blurry on film or digital image.
Or, we can choose to be in focus. I had to be in focus for the facial recognition and iris scan to work.
I keyed in a passcode and offered my palmprint again to open the door, and I could finally motion Ajax inside.
I immediately scented Razor, Bash, and Duke on my werewolf. He’d sparred with the bikers earlier, and there’d been enough physical contact, even his shower couldn’t get rid of their scent.
“Are you enjoying your time with Rolling Thunder?” I asked.
“I am.”
At first, I thought he intended me to see his thoughts, but then I realized he was so conflicted, he didn’t consider how his feelings would affect me.
He didn’t realize how loudly he was broadcasting.
His thoughts were all over the place because he couldn’t reconcile them.
However, it was clear to me that, if he was whole, if he was in control of his wolf as a werewolf should be, then he’d want to join the bikers.
He’d want to be one of them. He’d choose them over Kieran and me.
I carefully considered how to bring it up, and decided not to mention it. Not yet, anyway. It needed to be discussed, but I needed more information.
“I thought maybe we’d go out tonight. Do you play pool?”
He let me walk him into the bedroom without following me. “Spence showed me the basics, but I’m not very good.”
“We could see a movie, if you’d rather. I just want to get out of the house.”
“Is there something you want to see?”
“I have no idea. Let’s look through the trailers for everything showing at the theater with recliners. It’s close to TBC, so we can go there after the movie, if there’s something we wish to see.”
He was naked, and he stretched out on the bed to watch me take my robe off. “There’s a must-blow-shit-up-to-save-the-world-from-evil movie that looks promising. I’m not sure where it’s showing though.”
“Sounds interesting. It’s always a lot more fun to watch those battles than to participate in them.” I shrugged. “Though the memory of some battles is quite enjoyable, given the advantage of time to dull the painful parts.”
“How many times have you fought in those kinds of battles?”
“I’ve lost count. Sometimes, women aren’t allowed to fight. Most times, vampires do what we want, and fight for those we’ve given our obeisance to. Gender doesn’t usually matter.”
I snuggled into his embrace. I wasn’t ready for sex yet. I might not be ready for it until later. I was hungry, though. I wanted his blood.
* * * *
Ajax
I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I went with it. Gwen fed from me. We cuddled and snuggled and talked. We went to a movie, and then she helped me get better at pool. We talked about the movie and how different it would be from an actual battle between good and evil.
I drove us around town a bit. She played classical music and we opened the sunroof. It was nice. Exhilarating.
And then we had sex in my bed, so she could hold me while I fell asleep. It was almost normal sex. Or, what I assume normal sex is like. I’ve never had sex with a human or another werewolf. Only with vampires.
Though, Abbott wanted me to find my own sexual partners outside of the threesome. I had no idea where to begin with that, but I needed to at least make an attempt. No way did I want to risk disobeying a direct order from the vampire master.
Those are the last thoughts I remember before my alarm went off, waking me the next morning.
I looked through the cameras around the house, verified everything was as it should be, and texted Spence with a request to call me when he had a few moments.
He called me while I was grilling steaks about twenty minutes later.
I explained my dilemma, and he said he’d get back with me.
I assumed he’d talk to Abbott about it that evening and I’d have an answer the next day, but he phoned me thirty minutes later and gave me an address.
“Be there at one o’clock. Tell them your name.
I’ve handled payment, but you’ll want to leave a tip.
Thirty dollars if it’s an okay experience, sixty to eighty if it’s fantastic. ”
Did that mean... No. Surely not. Before I could ask if that meant he’d hired me a prostitute, Spence said, “Don’t ask.
It’ll be okay. Abbott will be pleased you checked in with me.
We both feel this is important.” He took a breath.
“It isn’t one of his people. I chose for you — a human who doesn’t know about us. Just go with it. Okay?”
I blew out a breath. “Yeah. Okay. I thought another shifter would be nice.”
“Not yet. Be gentle. Humans break easy and you don’t want the bikers pissed at you. I need to go. You’ll be fine.”
Why would the bikers be pissed? He was gone before I could ask.
I showered and then couldn’t figure out what to wear.
Part of me wanted to call Spence and ask him, but I didn’t.
I could do this. Part of being a freeperson means having to decide what to wear.
Slaves have the luxury of not having to make decisions.
I was no longer a slave. Some days I saw this as a bonus, other days. .. not so much.
I donned jeans and a long-sleeved black t-shirt. It was snug, and it showed all my muscles. Strangers seemed to react favorably when I was dressed this way. I had black boots as well. It was below freezing outside, but I’d be okay without a jacket. Wolves don’t feel the cold like humans.
Would the woman think the luxury car I was driving belonged to me?
Or, without the Audi tags, would she even know what it was?
I had access to either of the Doyles’ vehicles, anytime I wanted to drive them, but should I look into buying my own car?
Perhaps. Showing up in their vehicle felt dishonest.
I put the address into the onboard GPS and followed the directions into a part of Chattanooga I hadn’t been before. Not a bad part of town, and really, only a mile or two from the heart of downtown, but I went through a tunnel and was on the other side of a ridge from the city.
It was obviously an old motel based on the layout and architecture, but it looked clean and updated. The sign proclaimed it as the Rolling Thunder Motor Hotel. That explained why the bikers would be pissed if I hurt the human. She was theirs.
I parked in front of the lobby and went in.
I scented a cat, but I wasn’t sure what kind. He was standing behind the counter, and two girls were sitting at the far end of the lobby. Both human.
“Spence called ahead? I’m Ajax.” The cat seemed friendly enough, but my wolf was on guard. I was happy to have my inner beast paying attention, but he also worried me a little.
“Ah, yes.” The cat looked to his left. A woman was walking towards us, and she introduced herself before she made it to me.
“I’m Candy. Spence is such a sweetheart, and I know he chose right for you.
” She held up a key. “We’re in room three, and my, but you’re a big guy.
He said you were. C’mon, sweetheart. Candy knows how to take care of you. ”
I let her take my hand, but I didn’t want to be led like a child. Or a slave. I took the key from her and took the lead, but I had no idea what to say. She was a sure thing, and everything that came to mind sounded silly before I even said it.
I unlocked the door to room three and motioned her in. She stepped in, her gait fluid and sexy, and before I knew it she’d pulled her short dress over her head. She was naked underneath it, and I got a nice view of her ass when she turned to hang the dress on a little hook on the wall.
“There’s all kinds of reasons for a friend to make arrangements, and if you want to talk to me about the reasons, I can listen, but if you just want to fuck, I’m up for that, too.
Spence paid for the use of all three holes, but he didn’t pay for you to get rough with me.
That isn’t my thing, and he said you wouldn’t want to, so that works out. ”
The bed was made up with sheets and a light blanket, but no spread or comforter. Everything smelled clean. Not just clean — pristine. Antiseptic, but not in a bad way.
She sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back on her arms, so her beautiful breasts pushed up a little. She was well endowed, and my cock stirred.
“Can I see you?” I asked. “I don’t want to be rude, but it sounds like you’re waiting for me to tell you what to do.”
She tilted her head a half-second before she spread her legs and lifted a heel onto the bed. Her private lips parted enough I could see some pink in between. A small triangle of closely trimmed hair was at the top, but the rest was bald as a baby’s butt. Not that I’ve ever seen a baby’s butt.
“If you want to take charge, that’s fine with me, or I can run the show based on what I think you want. I’m good either way, sugar.” She sat back up. “Actually, come here, big guy. I want to see what I’m certain is going to be a beautiful cock.”
I walked to her and she worked my belt, button, and zipper with deft fingers. Thirty seconds later, she had my cock in her mouth and I couldn’t help my long, low groan. The heat combined with a talented tongue about did me in.
And then she swallowed a good portion of my length, and my cock throbbed in her warm throat. Gwen can deep throat with ease because she doesn’t need to breathe, but she’s cold. Even when she’s recently fed from me, she isn’t close to ninety-eight degrees.
But Candy’s throat was fucking hot. I’d never felt that before, and it was almost too much.
I pulled back and took a breath. “Damn, you’re good.
Give me a second to get used to you.” I removed my clothes and hung them on the other hooks on the wall.
I almost left my socks on, but remembered they should come off and go into the boots.
I’d learned that in slave training, but I assumed it translated to free people.
Her slender arms reached for me when I neared, but I lifted her, sat on the bed, and settled her in my lap, her legs straddling my waist.
“How long do we have?”
“Spence paid for an hour, but if you want two, I can let Bobcat know and he won’t book me for the following hour. He said Spence would be good for the second hour, if you want it.”
“No. An hour is fine.” I lifted her, felt for her pussy, and situated her over my cock.
She held my shoulders to help balance herself, and part of me wanted to tell her to put them to the back of her head, but I didn’t.
Today was about feeling the body heat of a human, it wasn’t about bossing her around.
And I was glad I gave her enough of a say to speak up, because we fucked in a few positions I’d have never thought of.
After all, my experience with women was limited to the male and female vampires my former Master loaned me to.
I’d been a slave to them, but I was just another customer to Candy, and she taught me things I didn’t know.
Two humans have sex differently than a vampire and a slave werewolf.
Candy didn’t know I was a werewolf. To her, I was just a large man who’d paid her for sex.
The energy between us wasn’t even close to the same.
Two warm-blooded daywalkers exploring each other’s bodies was totally different from a feed-and-fuck session with a vampire.
This was why Abbott wanted me to experience sex with others. As usual, he was right.
Candy got in the shower when we finished.
I put the tip in the envelope on the side table and left.
My intention had been to return to my car, but I scented Spence, which made the wolf listen for him.
He’d moved down in my psyche while I was with Candy, but he rose to help me figure out where Spence was.
It turns out, he was in the lobby, talking to Bobcat. I followed his scent and his voice.
“Ah, there you are.” Spence turned to Bobcat. “Thanks for helping me get things set up. We’ll take our leave now.”
“Anytime. We aim to please.”
Both men chuckled, and I stepped outside with Spence.
“There’s a steakhouse not far from here,” he said. “Want to follow me?”