Chapter 13
Chapter
Thirteen
SORRY, CHAIR
Our clothes having been incinerated—no doubt to eliminate identification since they never intended to let us leave—Wiley and I disembarked the ship wearing white Tyvek coveralls with attached feet and hoods.
If it hadn’t been for the fact that The Coalition had cleared the dock, I was sure someone would’ve made note of the alarming collection of scientists in protective suits existing a cargo ship.
As it was, the only people recording anything were our own.
As much as I wanted to be involved in making sure nothing was missed and that the forthcoming court cases would have all the evidence they needed, once we gave our statements, I took Wiley’s hand and headed for the line of waiting vehicles.
I’d been advised not to leave the state, was certain I’d be a material witness at some later date, but oh, how I needed to be away from all of this. At least for a few days.
“Why are we running?” Wiley asked, looking all around with wide eyes.
I hadn’t realized we were running until then but slowed down. “I just want to go home.”
He gave me a smile and tucked himself against my side. “Like, home-home? Or back to headquarters?”
“Home-home. My home, I mean.”
“Oh, good.”
“Sir!”
Ahead of us, my driver waved and opened the back door of my Benz with the heavily tinted windows. “Thank you, Michael,” I said as we got in. The sun was up now, but he’d parked in the shadow of the ship.
“Yes, thank you, Michael,” Wiley parroted. “Who is Michael?” he whispered once we were inside with the door shut.
“My driver. He’s human. Married. Father of two.” I wasn’t sure what he wanted to know.
Wiley snorted and wiggled his butt in his seat. “Okay. And will there be more staff at the Fawkes mansion?”
“They live on the property, but it’s not a mansion. I own a small estate in the Mecklin area of Saint Jude.”
“Baby,” he said with a grin, “you might as well have said you own a chalet in Tuscany.”
“Technically, my chalet is just outside Tuscany.”
Wiley threw his head back and laughed. Was this a good reaction?
Michael got in and started the car. “Home, sir?”
“Yes, please.”
He raised the partition between us to keep the sun from me and got us moving.
I turned to Wiley. “Does my wealth upset you?”
“No,” he scoffed. “I’m just not used to it, you know? Like, I feel like I won the lottery, and you just got…me.” He frowned, and I could only imagine he hadn’t meant to say that aloud.
I clicked my tongue at him. “I won the lottery, too, because I got you.”
His smile said he didn’t quite believe that. We’d work on changing his mind.
“So, um,” he said and slid his hand up my thigh. “How long of a drive is it?”
I stopped his hand before he could get to his destination. “Not long enough.”
He pouted, full bottom lip sticking out and big eyes begging.
Never in my life had I had sex in the back seat of a car—with or without a driver mere inches away.
Michael would surely know and, though he would take the long way or even turn on music to disguise our noises, I wasn’t sure I wanted him to know.
It seemed rude to expect my employee to overlook such things.
But then Wiley bit his bottom lip and grinned, his eyes wickedly teasing and his fingers squeezing my inner thigh.
I’d be a respectful employer tomorrow.
I grabbed Wiley and hauled him onto my lap, bringing his abused lips down to mine.
I felt starved for him, physically and emotionally bereft.
We’d been together the entire time, but being unable to touch him when we’d been in the cages of the ship had been torture.
I needed to feel his skin, taste his lips, watch him come.
He whimpered as he unzipped my coverall and got his hands on my naked chest. I opened his suit and immediately filled my hands with his squeezable ass.
Wiley groaned and struggled to free himself from the upper half of his suit until it fell away, baring him from neck to nuts.
He helped me do the same, and then he moved in close to rub our cocks together where they were trapped between our abs.
For a while, I just watched him undulate his lean body against me, biting his lip again and taking his pleasure. I held onto his ass again, encouraging his movements, listening to him moan.
And then he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Come on, baby. Bite me. It feels so good when you do.”
I was powerless to resist such an offer.
Holding the back of his head, I sank my fangs into his neck and drank of his sweetly aroused blood.
His cock grew stiffer between us, and he moaned every exhale, his hips grinding harder on me.
Could he come like this? A shiver went through me when he held the back of my head like he never meant to let me stop.
But I did stop because this wouldn’t be the only time I’d have him today.
He whimpered again, such a delicious sound, as I licked the little wounds to seal them. I had only moments to admire how he looked with my mark on him before he healed himself and it was gone. But the look of desire on his face said he still felt where it had been.
I turned us, stretching him along the seat and pressing down on top of him. Holding his hands over his head against the door, I ground down on his cock and balls, rolling my hips to the sound of crinkling suits and…jazz? Apparently, Michael had turned on music after all.
“Mmm,” Wiley whined. “Hammy, please.”
That name. Ah, well.
“Yes, love?”
He had one foot on the seat and the other on the floor, trying to leverage himself faster and harder against me. “I need to come.”
For a moment, I thought about shifting so that my naturally lubed bat’s cock could take him. But there was no room for me in that form, especially not with my wings. I’d crush him.
“As soon as we’re home,” I said as I humped him faster, “I’ll bend you over the nearest piece of furniture and fuck you in my bat form.
You’ll see my claws dig into the wood, ruining it for want of you, and my thrusts will lift you off your feet.
I’ll keep you naked for days, always wondering when I’ll pounce next. ”
He thrust up hard and came with a cry, heat and slick blooming between us. My plans hadn’t only affected him because, with the scent of his cum in my nose, I came, too, and vowed to follow through exactly as I’d said.
“Y-you better,” Wiley said through his panting.
I only smiled and moved back to admire the mess I’d made of him.
He grinned knowingly and swirled a finger in the cum on his stomach. When he licked his finger clean, I felt desire flare in me again, and smiled when he chuckled at me.
Suddenly, the music turned off up front, and I heard the distinct sound of a garage door opening. While it was entirely possible Michael might simply leave us here to see to ourselves, I still scrambled back into my coveralls as Wiley did the same.
“Ew,” he said with emphasis and tried to pluck the suit away from his groin. “Cum and plastic clothes do not mix.”
“Perhaps a quick clean up before—”
“No!” He glared at me. “I was promised a fast fuck over the first piece of furniture I see, and I’m getting it. If we shower after that, fine, but you might have to fuck me again.”
“Yes, dear.” I was deliriously happy that he was as insatiable as I was.
To save Michael from guessing, I opened my door and stepped out to find him standing there grinning and blushing. Of course, then I blushed and turned to find Wiley doing the same. We were quite the trio.
“Welcome home, gentlemen. I trust you won’t be needing me for the rest of the day?”
“The week. Month. We’ll see,” Wiley said as he looked around at the rest of my cars.
I cleared my throat. “Yes, please take the day off. My love to Shari and the twins,” I said as I guided Wiley toward the mudroom door.
Michael only chuckled.
“Are we underground?” Wiley asked before I tugged him through the door.
“What? No. I’ll take you on a tour of the grounds after sunset.”
He gave a hiccuping little laugh and mumbled, “He has grounds.”
But then both of us seemed to realize we were in a room of the house with furniture. It wasn’t much, and I’d let him decide, but there was a large coat tree with a bench seat, another long bench on the opposite wall with storage nooks underneath, and a short staircase into the kitchen.
Wiley grinned at me a moment before he took off running.
Did he want me to chase him? I shifted fast, bursting through my coveralls, and ran after him.
The main floor was an open plan with vaulted ceilings, so when I saw him heading for the staircase to the second floor, I swooped across the room and landed at the top.
He squealed and laughed, changing direction and running back down the stairs.
I sailed down to cut him off at the dining table, growled to make him giggle, and stalked him toward the small theater at the back of the house.
I heard him say, “A fucking movie theater?” before he went quiet and all I could hear then were his heartbeats and panted breaths. My dear sweet mate thought he was hiding. I gave a call from the doorway and knew exactly where he crouched.
“That’s cheating!” he complained as he stood, hands on hips.
It was not. I growled and crawled across the tops of the plush recliners like the predator I was. Wiley stood there with his mouth gaping open and his cock pushing at his coveralls. Perhaps we’d continue our chase outside tonight.
I dropped to stand in front of him, and he scrambled onto a chair like he was going to go up and over the back of it. I grabbed him about his waist and rumbled in his ear just to feel him shiver.
Trapped on his knees and facing the back of the recliner, I reveled in the scent of his arousal and reached down to slit open his Tyvek suit with a single claw. He moaned and thrust his ass back at me the instant it was bared.
“Here?” I asked him before nibbling on his neck and unzipping the front of his suit all the way down to his knee.
“Oh, fuck, yes.” He patted the seat back. “Sorry, chair.”
Yes, we would be destroying it with claws and cum, but that was fine—I could get someone to replace it tomorrow.
Planting a hand between Wiley’s shoulders, I pressed him against the leather and smiled when he whimpered.
I took my time fitting my slick cockhead to his little hole, painting it, teasing it, until I heard an actual guttural growl come from my mate.
The sound made me shiver with desire, and I understood then why he reacted the way he did to mine.
“So you can growl now, hmm?”
“Guess so. Fuck me soon or you’re going to find out whether I’ve got sharp teeth, too.”
I chuckled at his threat—though I would check for pointy teeth later—and eased my cock inside him. So tight! So hot! And he accepted me so easily it was as if we truly were made for each other.
“You’re so perfect,” I mumbled against his smooth, exposed neck.
He reached back, combing his fingers through my fur. “So are you.”
“Shall we wreck this chair now?”
He gave a little laugh. “Hell yes, baby. Fuck me and bite me and make me come screaming.”
I dug my claws into the top of the chair, put a knee on the seat between his spread thighs, and started pounding his exceptional ass.
He grabbed my wrists, hanging on, and wailed and whined with each thrust of my hips.
I couldn’t resist mantling my wings over us, the pure pleasure of fucking my mate singing through my entire body.
Every thrust said he was mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
When he tilted his head, his sounds high and urgent, I knew he wanted my bite.
With a snarl, I attacked, sinking my fangs into his neck.
He cried out and came, his cock shooting the chair like a firehose.
The sweet taste of his aroused blood combined with the scent of his cum had me fucking deep into him as my own orgasm overtook me.
Wiley shivered when I licked his wounds to seal them, and then he slumped against the back of the chair with a groan. Pride washed through me for having wrecked him just like he’d asked me to.
Wrapping my arms around him, I turned around with my cock still firmly embedded in his ass. I sat in the destroyed chair, not even caring that his cum now coated my ass and lower back. It marked me as belonging to him.
Wiley moaned, wiggling a bit on my lap. “You gonna do me again like this?”
I tucked one arm around him and reached for his cock. He was still hard and moaned again as I started stroking him. “Shall we see how many times we can make each other come, my supernaturally-enhanced mate?”
“Oh, god, is that a thing I can do now?” He reached back to grip the ruff of fur at my neck as he undulated his long, lean body on my lap. “Fuck, yes. Let’s go, baby.”
I stroked, petted, and bit him again, loving his easy acceptance of every new enhancement he achieved as my mate. He wasn’t changing me physically, but I knew I was a better man for having him in my life. Whatever came at us next, we would face it together and win.