Chapter Ten #2
“Forgot you preferred it there,” he murmured and licked my wrist.
My skin gave rise to goosebumps, and I let out a long, slow shiver as his tongue traced my veins. My dick grew harder with each pass of his tongue.
“He’s bathing us with his tongue,” my lion purred inside his inner sanctum.
A second later, Alvis’s graceful fangs grazed over my skin, and he glanced up to see if I was ready.
I nodded and he bit down. Pleasure zipped through my body.
I was no stranger to biting and being bitten.
Teeth are involved with most foreplay involving cats and big sabertoothed cats were not an exception to that rule.
My blood oozed into his mouth, and he held my arm in place with one hand.
My fingers itched to entwine in his hair like I’d done at the bar, but Alvis reached between us and stroked my dick through my pants.
Yeah. I should’ve taken the fuckers off when he asked me to.
In a few fumbling, blind seconds he had them undone and freed my cock into the embrace of his fist. I dug my heels into the floor, thrusting through his tight fingers as he drank from me.
Pain and pleasure mingled somewhere deep inside me as his thumb drew possessive circles over the tip of my cock.
I lost myself to his stroking affections and his tongue licking the blood from my skin.
The first bite was already healing. I braced for a second that never came.
Instead, he pushed himself upright, straddled across my thighs.
He kept his grip on my dick and grinned at me, my blood smeared over his plump, kissable lips as he tightened his hold.
I reached up to pull him down into a kiss, but he pressed me down onto the bed with one hand in the center of my chest. Alvis was so much stronger than he looked.
His finger muscles tensed, holding me down.
He stared deep into my shifted eyes and licked his lips before backing off the bed and taking me into his mouth.
His fangs had receded, and his tongue was warm and moist against my shaft.
I swear I left my body for a second as it vibrated with pleasure as his mouth slid down my cock, his hand still in place on my stomach.
I lost myself to his mouth and tongue and the euphoria spiraling up and down my shaft until I forgot what I was watching for and what might happen any minute now.
The rest of the world could just take care of itself for a ---
Then that thought was gone too as my balls drew up warm and heavy next to my body.
Alvis didn’t slow down. He sped up and his fingernails dug into my stomach.
My breaths came out in short heavy pants, and I pushed up against his hand, trying to thrust into his warm mouth but couldn’t budge up.
Whatever pressure point he found held me firm in place until my dick finally exploded the proof of all the pleasure he milked from me into his hungry mouth.
He swallowed down my warm, sticky seed and kept moving until there wasn’t a drop left inside me.
Then and only then did he let me pull him back up onto the bed.
Our lips met in a heated crash, and I grabbed the firm, round globes of his ass with both hands.
He moaned and ground against me. My mate was hard and slick and there was nothing I wanted more than to coax the pleasure out of ----
“HELP ME!” Annila’s voice rang through the empty house, and I prayed to the old cats that it was the real Annila this time.
“Shit!” Alvis swore under his breath and ripped the top sheet off the bed to make the quickest makeshift toga in history.
He was out of the bedroom before my post-orgasm brain even had a chance to wrap itself around the fact that Sharon might not have been tricked and was in the bedroom.
Astral projecting witchy shebears don’t need an unlocked door or an open window.
It took me three times to get my fly to cooperate with me.
Why were my hands shaking? Was Alvis nervous?
Was Annila’s frightened scent hitting my brain even if I wasn’t registering it because Alvis’s arousal was all I smelled?
It filled my head and my lungs and… Was I useless now?
No. No, I wasn’t useless. I couldn’t be useless when Alvis and Annila might be in danger!
“Go!” my lion roared inside my thoughts. “Get your furless ass moving!”
And I did. I sprinted out of the room and down to Annila’s room.
The door was half open, but no light poured out into the hallway.
I took a deep breath, sucking in her scent and Alvis’s.
Something else was there. Something I should’ve put my finger on a lot quicker but I don’t know that I had ever smelled it before.
Most dragonesses didn’t make a habit of going around Moonscale London bleeding.
I pushed open the door, dropping down low, and giving in to my lion. We’d eviscerate the shebear for whatever she’d done to Annila. No one messes with our pride!
Only Sharon Claudis wasn’t in the dark room. It was only Annila and Alvis. He held her wrist to his mouth, devouring her blood. I froze for a second. What the fuck was going on? Had Sharon managed to enrage my mate? Was there magic to make vampires gobble up innocent people? Did she have it?
Across the room, a floorboard creaked and I pounced without thinking. If that was Sharon, she was dead meat now.
“Dad!” the man shrieked as I smashed into him.
I wasn’t anyone’s dad, but this wasn’t Sharon squirming under me holding onto my long-curved saber canines like she might drive me home. It was someone with red glowing eyes. Someone who smelled vaguely familiar.
“Raiel!” Alvis’s words found my ears deep and throaty. “Don’t maul my kid!”
I froze. Alvis had mentioned having sons, but he also made it sound like they lived in some far-far away place.
“That’s Arrick and I’d appreciate you not ripping out his throat if it’s not too much trouble,” Alvis said. “Also, son, I’d appreciate you not playing dentist with my true-mate.”
The guy laughed and long, white fangs glinted in the dark.
He let go of my teeth and I backed away slowly, keeping myself between Alvis and the newcomer.
Had Arrick come to eat Annila? How had he gotten inside the house without me hearing him?
Was Alvis’s little show just something meant to distract me.
“Where’d you find him?” Arrick asked his father.
“There’ll be time to fill you and your brothers in on that later,” Alvis said.
I turned my head to look at Annila. She was marveling at the fact the bites on her arm had already healed.
“What is going on? Are you playing some love game with him and the dragoness? I felt you panic. So I used the mirror to get here. I know you hate when I do that but what use is having the ability if I never use it?”
The mirror? I knew a few witches in my time who could travel that way but it wasn’t a common ability. How did he even know which mirror would lead here?
“I’m fine, Raiel. At least I am now,” Annila said.
“It’s not a lovers’ game nor was I eating her. There wouldn’t be so much damn blood on the floor if I was. I’m way too old to be that messy,” Alvis sighed and flicked his finger.
The overhead light came on and the rest of us all let out little surprised noises of protest. The big light was never fun in my lion form. I was a creature of the dusty dawn and dusk not one meant to live under the perpetual mini suns every house on Earthside constantly used.
“What is it then?” Arrick asked.
“He was sucking her magic out of me for now,” Annila said. “At least that’s what it felt like.”
“That’s a pretty good description of what I did,” Alvis nodded.
“Then why so much panic?” Arrick asked, looking his father up and down.
“Because it was a lot of blood. I forget how hard dragons bleed. It’s like they dump bucketfuls out of themselves,” Alvis sighed. “I was caught off guard and for a moment thought I hit something important.”
“And you’re wearing a bedsheet toga,” Arrick pointed out, and his carrier shot him a warning look. “Well, you are, Dad,” he rolled his eyes.
“Since you’re here, you can make yourself useful and go check for bears,” Alvis sighed again. “Check everywhere but no snooping! This isn’t my house. I’ve barely been here a night!”
“Sheesh! So much faith in me!” Arrick rolled his eyes and started to head out of the room.
“Only eat shebears!” Annila called after him.
“Wait a minute!” Alvis looked around. “Where’s Arrow? Wasn’t he…”
My lion gave in and let me shift back into my fleshy form now that there was a crisis that didn’t involve ripping and shredding an intruder apart.
“Shit!” I swore under my breath. “Maybe he crept out once he realized what we were going to do?”
“I’d have heard him leave,” Alvis shook his head and glanced at Annila.
“He was here. I remember him telling stories about when he had to carry me into the hospital because the stretcher was too hard for me to lay on… then I…” she pursed her lips together. “Then I don’t remember.”
“Do you have his phone number?” Alvis asked, looking back and forth between Annila and I.
“I do!” she nodded. “Where did Nic put my phone?”
“I’m not sure. I think it’s in the safe,” I said and bit my lip.
“Call him!” They both told me at the same time.
Nic answered straight away, and I hated not being able to fill him in on the details of how his mother was awake for now but if Sharon had snatched up Arrow and ran off with him the sooner we found him the better.
Nic offered to try to call him because he wasn’t about to give me the combination to the safe and I didn’t blame him.
I wouldn’t rob him blind but we all needed safe places to keep our treasures.
Nic texted me back a few minutes later to say that he didn’t answer.
“Shit!” Annila swore under her breath. “Shit!”
“What is Arrow, Annila?” I asked, not sure if I wanted to hear the answer.
“Umm…. That’s private,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest, looking more and more like the dragoness I had known before she conked out from whatever the enraged, greedy shebear had done to her.
“Is he an omega?” I whispered the question, fearing that walls still had ears.
“A bear,” she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t know at first.”
“Is it bad for him to be an omega?” I asked, confused.
“He’s a medic,” Annila explained.
“And omegas can’t be medics? That doesn’t sound right. If that’s right, I’m going to go talk to Clarence as soon as we make sure Arrow’s okay,” I said, annoyed at the thought of oppression seeping into the culture that I was living in for better or worse for now.
“They can,” Annila said. “But he’d be more likely to get a hard time if people knew.”
“And it’s none of their bloody business,” Alvis said. “That’s why medical workers have the right to pheromone blocker spray. Sure, it protects the patients from reacting to a medical provider because of their inner beasts but it also provides privacy.”
“Well, if the cat’s out of the bag now, I guess there’s nothing we can do about it.”
“Nothing’s out of the bag,” Alvis shook his head. “She wants a baby, mate. A baby that Arrow could potentially have for her.”
“Do you know if he’s seeing anyone? Could he be pregnant?” I asked Annila and she let out a bitter laugh.
“Love, I’ve been knocked out and held a sleeping captive of a crazy woman. I don’t know what anyone’s doing.”
“Did she hurt you?” I asked and hated myself for asking it as soon as the last word tumbled out of my mouth. At least there was enough room to shove my foot in there between my canines because apparently sticking my foot in my mouth was a new past time of mine ever since I moved to Earthside.
“No, it’s okay, Raiel,” Annila said, picking up on my scent.
“She didn’t hurt me. She was…. So polite.
Like scary polite sometimes. She wanted to know everything she could about her grandson but Mori or someone put something around the baby that she couldn’t scry him or anything like that directly. ”
“Xenos,” Alvis said. “It would’ve been him or his mate even if he didn’t tell his kids.”
“Wait! Is your kid okay?” I asked, remembering Arrick had left a bit ago in search of Sharon.
Alvis held up a finger to silence me and cocked his head to the side before laughing. “He’s found the kitchen and has thrown a pizza in the oven. I hope Nic and Beal won’t mind.”
“They don’t eat microwaved pizza. Nic would just order out and Beal…
Well, he has beef with the microwave. He even uses the oven to reheat leftovers.
I do too but… Even if you put frozen food in the oven Beal calls it mystery meat,” I laughed.
“Me? Whatever. It hasn’t killed me yet and that shit is good. ”
“It is,” Annila nodded her agreement. “But back to Sharon. Having me out cold just made her life easier, I think. She’s so damn strange.
She didn’t even wince at my carving out Topher’s heart.
She made a point of letting me out to hold the baby but usually only for the baby.
” Annila blinked as if recalling the exact details of the situation gave her a headache.
“Where do we even begin looking for Arrow?” Alvis asked and I hated not having the answers for my mate.