Chapter 7
Chapter
Seven
MONSTER BY INJECTION
Heart racing from that stunt flying us up here, I gasped now because he’d just destroyed my only pair of pants. “Hamilton. These are the only clothes I have right now,” I said sternly.
He hooked a claw over the top button of my shirt and then honest-to-god cut every single one of the buttons free as he drew that claw downward. Yeah, I wasn’t dealing with the snooty royal anymore. I’d been right to call him a beast.
I poked him at the base of his throat because I couldn’t reach his forehead.
“You’re going to stay right there, wings open, hands on your hips, feet apart, and—” cock up and glistening, apparently— “wait right like that until I’m finished looking at you.
I’d like to remind you that this is my first chance to really see you without fearing for my life and stuff. ”
That sobered him up, and he did exactly as I’d said.
It was a Superman pose and he was a Bat-man, which made me chuckle to myself as I took off my ruined clothes and toed off my shoes.
Man-bat. Werebat? Vampire bat shifter? No wonder they called themselves Contestrello—it probably translated to one of those but it sounded way cooler.
Once I was naked, I walked around behind him to get a good, up-close look at his wings.
I was pretty sure actual bats had their arms as part of their wings, not separate, but Hamilton’s wings looked a little bit like long, skinny fingers.
He shivered when I caressed the flat panels between those fingers, which felt velvety soft.
I wondered if he could pick things up with his wings but didn’t want to talk about it right this second.
His ass was covered by a furry triangular tail. It was the cutest thing! I had to clear my throat to keep from laughing, but he still shot a squint-eyed look over his shoulder. I petted the russet-colored fur before walking around to the front of him.
We did need to talk about his cock.
“So you’re pre-lubed there, huh?”
“I am.” His voice was about a hundred times deeper in this form.
“And it’s okay to taste it?”
“Yes, of course.”
I wasn’t done looking, but I filed that info away for later. “Is it because it was tucked all up inside you?” I pointed at the furry sheath his dick was poking out of.
“Think of it like my cock sweats lube.”
“Huh. Not super sexy but definitely convenient.”
No need to worry about not having lube ever again! As long as it was a place where he could be all batted-up, we could do the deed whenever we wanted.
I dropped to my knees. I could pet and explore the rest of him later—
SINCE HE WAS MY MATE!
—because right now, I wanted to lick and suck and find out what kind of noises I could get him to make and what cock sweat tasted like.
I licked up the underside of his cock while looking up at him.
He snarled, fangs flashing, and a rumble filled the air as he growled.
Nice. The taste? Not bad. Definitely slippery, but sort of a non-flavor.
Like, I could smell the musky manliness of him but that wasn’t a taste.
I took the bullet-shaped head of his cock into my mouth and slurped down about halfway.
Yeah, his auto-lube was nothing flavored.
I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or not.
Maybe if he ate a lot of pineapple or garlic it would be more—
“Hey,” I said, popping off of his cock, “can you eat garlic?”
He was breathing heavier and staring down at me. “What?”
“Garlic?”
Big dark eyes blinked at me. “You…want garlic? Now?”
I chuckled as I realized that I’d already fried his brain. Stroking his cock, I watched his eyes roll back and grinned.
“Will garlic hurt you?” I asked.
He shook his head, nostrils flaring. “That’s… That’s a myth.”
“Really? Weird.”
Grabbing my wrist, he pulled my hand from his cock. He had a thick, low brow ridge that was all grouchy now over his glaring eyes. “Italian vampires started a rumor that garlic would harm them in order to get their victims to properly season themselves.”
“To properly…” A laugh burst out of me. “OMG, that’s brilliant!”
“Anything else you’d like to discuss right this minute?”
I snickered. “Nah. I’m good.”
He used his hold on my arm to pull me to my feet and then licked my wrist. “One word from you will stop me, but I mean to fuck you and bite you until I’ve had my fill.”
A throb of lust went through me, and I bit my lip to make sure not a single word of any kind slipped out of me.
Guess it didn’t take much effort to get my mate all revved up—and I was absolutely going to take that as the compliment it was.
Sure as hell wasn’t mad when he spun me around and marched me over to the bed.
Not a peep out of me as he had me get up on the bed and grab the headboard.
I gripped the padded brown leather, grinned at the abstract painting in front of me, and tipped my ass up more when I felt the blunt, wet head of his cock press against my hole.
Now, normally, I was all for a nice round of ass play to really get me prepped.
I wasn’t into pain, right? Prep was necessary, thank you.
So why was it that my ass just up and opened for his cock like we’d had hours of prep time when there had been nothing of the sort?
He went slowly not like he had to but because he savored the slide like I did.
He just didn’t hesitate at all, and I didn’t need him to.
“How?” I practically grunted before I moaned. “How are you doing that?”
Hamilton the Bat licked my neck and hummed, and I tipped my head to the side, ready to give him access to whatever he wanted already.
“We’re made for each other,” he rumbled in my ear. “And you’ve been absorbing my essence with such regularity that your body knows it.”
He set his big hands on the headboard beside mine, wicked talons threatening to puncture the leather.
Seeing that made me realize he couldn’t have prepared me if he wanted to.
So yay for whatever weird supernatural thingy let me open up like a train tunnel for his big dick to barrel right on in. Woo-woo!
“Oh! Oh, fuck,” I wailed as he started pounding me like a jackhammer at the White House. “Oh, fuck, yes!”
He slammed into me so deep that he lifted me up off my knees. And that was when he bit my neck.
The slide of his fangs into my flesh was even better than his cock into my ass.
Smooth, deep, and setting off a firestorm of sensations all through me.
It was like my sense of touch ratcheted up to make me a hundred times more sensitive.
I came like a geyser on that poor headboard, my whole body stiff and throbbing as the pull of his fangs matched my heartbeat.
My orgasm drained my balls but I still felt like I was coming over and over again.
Hamilton withdrew his fangs and slowly licked the spot, and I was finally able to gasp a breath.
His cock was still buried inside me, shallowly thrusting, and I was completely wrecked.
It was like every muscle in me was quaking, weak and shivery, while he practically purred in my ear.
I assumed that was why he wrapped his arms around me and turned us before lowering me down onto the bed.
For a moment, I just moaned into the sheets, sprawled under him, that cock of his still owning my hole.
But then he pulled back and rolled me over.
I was like a ragdoll that he positioned however he wanted—arms over my head, legs spread wide and hitched up on his hips—before he sank back into me and stared down at me while he fucked me all over again.
I stared at him, too. The snarl of his lips and flash of sharp teeth as he rolled his hips to fuck me slow and deep.
How his chest and ab muscles flexed with every thrust and the way he leaned down to lick my cheek and growl in my ear.
I could hear the sheets tearing as his claws sank through them to spear the mattress.
His thrusts sped up, he was coming, and the roar out of him should’ve scared me half to death.
I reached up for him instead and pulled him down to kiss him.
Human Hamilton met my lips. That fast, he shifted right there in my arms, and kissed me even as he gasped for breath. I flipped us over, let him relax now, and kept on kissing him until we both needed air.
“You’re a wicked beast,” I whispered as I tucked myself against him.
He grunted an amused sound. “Whatever you want.”
“Yeah? So if I want bat-you to fuck me against the ceiling, you’ll do that?”
“It’ll ruin the ceiling, but yes.”
“And if I want to blow dude-you while you wear a tuxedo, you’ll do that, too?”
“Of course.” He kissed my forehead. “I’ll probably still bite you every time, though.”
“Man, those bites,” I practically moaned. “I swear it pulls my orgasm through me over and over. I bet you could just walk into the room and bite me, and I’d come in my pants, nothing else needed.”
He lifted my hand, staring at my wrist. “That’s a mate reaction only. I’ve never known anyone else to feel that way when I drink from them.”
I pressed my wrist to his lips. “I feel an experiment coming on…”
Hamilton grinned against my skin before he suddenly struck like a rattlesnake.
And, goddamn, my reaction was instantaneous.
It felt like a blowjob, like he was pegging my prostate, and I got hard so fast I should’ve been dizzy.
I didn’t need the extra stimulation, but it was like I couldn’t stop myself from humping his thigh, my cock aching already.
And then I was coming with a cry, shivering and spurting cum all over his legs. My heart was beating so fast, I couldn’t catch my breath—it was like I’d run a whole marathon in under a minute.
“And what have we learned?” he asked before licking my wounds.
I swallowed hard and tried to think. “Don’t do any of that in public?”
He chuckled and cuddled me up.
“Should we be doing something?” I paced to the window and then back over to stand in front of Hamilton. “I feel like we should be doing something.”
He was reading news articles on an iPad, sitting there looking like a professor in his dress shirt and trousers with the crisp creases. I suddenly understood that the appeal of such men wasn’t how they looked, but messing them up.
“Once Quillan and his team do their part,” Hamilton said without looking up, “then we might very well have things to do.”
“Like what, though?”
Obviously, I knew I wasn’t going into a secret government lab and tearing it up, leaving bodies in my wake. But there had to be some part I could play in all this. Something I could do to make things right.
He shrugged one shoulder. “Identification might be something we can do. Who took you? Who else did you see? Even if I killed them during our escape, we’ll still need to know who they were for the case.”
I was about to ask what he meant about a case, when he took a deep breath and looked up at me, smirking.
“Again?” he asked and pointedly glanced at my groin.
I snorted a little at getting caught boning up for him, but went and sat down opposite him instead of jumping him. “You look good sitting there, Mister Fancy Pants.”
I swear he gave a please little wiggle as he grinned before returning to his reading.
“Explain the case to me,” I said. “Quillan’s out there shutting the place down, right? Are we declaring war on the American government by doing that? Like, who’s going to do what with the bad guys who don’t die?”
He set his iPad on the table beside him and crossed his legs. Why was that so sexy? I literally wanted to ride him where he sat! And he was clearly enjoying the fact that he could obviously smell me getting turned on.
“The Coalition has an agreement with the federal government wherein we agree to keep our identities hidden and abide by all local, state, and federal laws like any good citizen should. They’ve agreed to allow us to police our own people, educate them, advocate for them, et cetera.”
“But nowhere in any of that does it say they get to experiment on you all.”
“Correct. So Quillan will go in like an inspection team to suss out whether violations have occurred, collect relevant evidence to show that they have, and present the case to our people and theirs in pursuit of justice.”
“Hmm…” I was just a teensy bit disappointed that the lawyers were going to handle things instead of the dudes with very big guns. I didn’t want arrests—I wanted hangings. “But isn’t it possible the government knows about that place and what they’re doing? What if that’s true?”
“Barnabas said it was true, but we still need evidence to prove it.” Hamilton smiled in a way that made me shiver.
He was all human, but that grin was full of danger.
“The agreement was to stop us from taking over the human world. We agreed to allow them to live and thrive. I’d like to think they don’t want to risk destroying that agreement. ”
“Because you’ll fucking eat them all.” I smiled, too.
He chuckled. “Careful, little human, you sound like a monster.”
I stalked over to him and forced him to make room for me to sit on his lap facing him. Grinding my stiffening cock against his abs, I ran my fingers through his hair, messing it up, and tipped his head back. “I’m proud to be monster by injection.”
He laughed again and cupped my ass in his hands, encouraging me to grind on him harder. “And you call me wicked…”
I stared down at his chiseled, beautiful face.
He’d been through so much, suffered such awful things, and I didn’t want him to be punished for what he’d done to get us out of there.
But it was sounding like an episode of Law and Order and not at all like what I wanted, the explosive summer blockbuster where all the bad guys died at the end.
“Are you going to be in trouble for killing people?”
“I could make a case showing just cause for my actions when we escaped.”
But I could tell that a part of him didn’t want to, and he hadn’t mentioned those he’d fed from.
“If you don’t, I will.” I kissed him, and then said, “Nobody puts my baby in a cage and doesn’t pay.”