Chapter 34 #2
Pissed off that he couldn’t do it, Fionn gave up trying to do his tie and headed for the living room of their suite where Hunter was reading emails on his laptop.
Stopping short when he caught sight of his mate dressed in a suit that did nothing to hide Hunter’s muscles—as he thought it would—but enhanced them instead, his cock grew hard.
Holy fucking shit! The raw Alpha power emanating from his mate was awe-inspiring.
Blinking several times, Fionn swore he could see an Alpha of old, strong and proud, dressed in armor, holding up a sword, ready to lead armies into battle to slay enemies that dared threaten his mate.
Fionn’s mouth slowly morphed into a smile as he felt Hunter’s Alpha power wrap around him, cocooning him in a blanket of security. Whatever worries he had about the court hearing faded away, leaving him relaxed. Sauntering over to his mate, his eyes devouring Hunter, he tried hard not to drool.
Sensing the presence of his mate, Hunter glanced up, giving a wicked smile at the lust he found in Fionn’s eyes. “Hot damn, pet, you better not look at me like that or you’ll find yourself bent over this desk.”
“Can’t blame me,” Fionn retorted, straddling his mate’s legs.
“You’re sooo sexy…so fucking hot…I never thought the Fates would give me a mate like you.
Fuck, I didn’t even know someone like you existed.
After Ki rescued me, he took me to the Meat Locker so I could look at the men and see if anyone interested me… ”
“You won’t need to do that, anymore,” Hunter growled.
Raising his eyebrows at his mate’s possessive tone, relishing how it made him feel, Fionn grinned, before teasing, “But what if I want to?”
Frowning, Hunter studied his mate, then seeing the small twitch of Fionn’s lips, relaxed. “So you think that’s funny? Maybe a spanking is needed.”
Squirming at the prospect of a cherry-red ass, Fionn nodded, yearning to feel the pain before the pleasure of being fucked. “I’m really bad, mate,” he said breathlessly.
“Are you, my pet?”
“Uh-huh.” Grabbing Hunter’s tie, Fionn undid it, using it to pull his mate’s head closer until their lips were touching, then whispered, “Very, very bad.”
Hunter reached around Fionn’s waist, squeezing his ass, his eyes darkening, picturing his hand prints on each cheek. Taking Fionn’s lower lip between his teeth, Hunter bit it before soothing it with his tongue. “Tonight, my pet.”
Groaning in frustration, Fionn palmed his bulge, easing the ache burning in it. “Why not now?” he whined.
Giving his mate’s ass a hard slap, Hunter smirked. “Penn’s waiting for us. Are you ready?”
Shaking his head, Fionn held up the two ends of his tie. “Ki showed me but I must’ve forgotten a step because every time I try, it comes out lopsided.”
As his hands moved quickly with Fionn’s tie, Hunter asked, “Didn’t your father teach you how to tie a tie?”
“No way. I didn’t even own one until Ki bought me this one to go with my suit.”
“What a fucking asshole!”
“Ki?”
“Nooo, your father. Good thing he’s dead otherwise I’d be paying him a visit,” Hunter said, patting the perfectly tied tie. “There…anything else I can do?”
“Uhh, spank me?” Fionn giggled.
“I’m planning on it.” Grinning wickedly, Hunter retied his tie as he said,” I received all of the Representative Agreements this morning and glanced at them briefly. There are some decisions for you to make before moving forward with them.”
Hopping off Hunter’s lap, Fionn straightened the crease on each leg of his pants while asking, “Like what?”
“Stuff like…are you allowed to sell directly to clients. Another is whether you want to give only one gallery the exclusive rights to sell your sketches. And then there’s framing and shipping and who pays for it, not to mention who sets the price and what percentage of it you receive,” Hunter explained, closing his laptop.
“Shit. All of that? I thought all I had to do was find a gallery who wanted to carry my work.”
“And you did…three of them, so the hard part is done.”
Looking askance at his mate, Fionn replied, “Really? Because I gotta tell you that was pretty easy yesterday.”
Standing, Hunter said, “It was easy for you because your drawings are superb, but trust me, for many other artists it’s tough. C’mon, Dylon and Cody are waiting downstairs.”
Taking Hunter’s hand, Fionn twined his fingers with his mate’s. “Okay, so that part was easy, but…all this other stuff is like Greek to me. Like selling direct to clients? I don’t have any.”
“Not yet, but you will, pet.” Before ushering his mate out of their suite, Hunter checked the hallway before leading Fionn to the elevator.
“Don’t worry about all this stuff cause I emailed a college buddy of mine who’s a fine arts photographer and asked him to give me his opinion on the three contracts, along with his thoughts about exclusivity, pricing, and the other stuff I mentioned to you.
He should get back to me by tomorrow. It’ll give us some good pointers from someone whose work is carried by several galleries. ”
“Thanks,” Fionn said, realizing once again how lucky he was. “We really make a good team.”
“That, we do, pet,” smiled Hunter.