by Cate Farren
He threw the door open. He found her inside, legs spread as she sat on the toilet seat. Her fingers were already sliding inside her panties, massaging, rubbing playfully. He closed the door behind him, not wanting anyone else to see. Lovisa was his.
“I could’ve been anyone,” he said playfully.
She grinned. “You’re just lucky you got here first.”
She threw her beautiful blonde locks back and let out a loud moan. The sound of it, that throaty seductive sound went straight to his cock. It hardened in his pants, aching and wanting. That was what she did to him. One sound from her and he wanted to bury his cock in her slick, hot, wet folds. She smiled, her succubus side leaking through with a flick of her long tongue.
Lovisa pulled her dress down to show off her full round breasts. Her nipples stood out, full, a dark berry red. He felt his mouth water. Without thought he moved forward. His mouth latched onto her nipple, drawing it into the hot moist heat of his mouth. She moaned, arching her back, sliding her fingers through his hair and gripping. The heat of her skin burned him in sweet agony. The taste of her skin, the heady smell of her need, mingled in his enhanced wolf senses, making him ravenous.
"Fuck me," she growled. “Fuck me my wolf.”
He didn't need to be told twice. He slid his pants down, freeing his drooling, throbbing cock. Her were legs splayed wide. There was no thought, no hesitation as he slid deep into her. Heat bathed his engorged length. Her nails dug into his clothed back as she hissed. He growled as the last vestiges of control shredded.
"Fuck!"
With a grunt he pounded into her. She moaned, spreading her legs wider, taking all of his length, all the punishing strokes he fucked her with.
"Harder, faster!" she chanted.
He growled in response, beyond words. He pounded his cock deeply into her, fucking her in hard, fast, deep strokes. The small compartment filled with the animalistic, primal sounds of fucking. He gripped her hips harder, thrusting into her volcanic depths deeper. Her pussy throbbed and spasmed, rippling as she neared heights of pleasure. He jerked his hips, sliding into her with quick strokes as his climax roared through his blood. They came together in a splash of hot, liquid pleasure that raced through their blood stream straight into nirvana. She waited until they both caught their breaths.
She grinned at his satisfied face. "Flying isn't so terrible is it?"
THE CABIN CREW GAVE them odd looks when they sat back down, but Adrian ignored them. They were obviously used to this kind of behavior and besides, they were in business class. They'd paid extra.
My credit card had paid extra.
"You okay now?" Lovisa asked. She clutched his hand, smiling at him with adoration. "Did you enjoy that?"
He couldn't keep the grin off his face as he said, "I usually like to take my time when making love, but there is something to a quickie in an airplane bathroom that's really hot." He was concerned as he added, “I was a little...rough. I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
She shrugged. “I think I sprained a muscle in my back, but I can take it. You’re worth it.”
He smiled. Lovisa was obviously heavily bruised, but she was protecting him. He vowed to be more gentle in the future. The thought of hurting her made him feel like a monster. He’d rather suffer himself than harm a hair on her head.
"The journey's long,” she suggested, interrupting his thoughts. “We can pop in again later if you like."
“I can’t wait,” he admitted. “It’s going to be...” He heard the wolf howl in his head. It was still clawing its way forward. The sex had done nothing to satiate it. He needed more stimulation as quickly as possible. He was losing control. He gripped her hand tighter and stared into her eyes. "I need to go back NOW.”
“Is that an order?” she asked.
“Yes, that’s an order.”
He grabbed her hand and they ran giggling back to the bathroom. He winked at the air stewardess as they passed. She winked back.
WHEN THEY WERE FINISHED once again and back in their seats Lovisa noticed the sweat on Adrian's face. His hair was sopping wet. His eyes were red raw. His lips trembled. Even his nose and ears were enflamed. He looked seriously ill. The effort of controlling the wolf was taking a serious toll.
"You're sweating an awful lot," she said, concerned.
"We've just had sex; twice," he reminded her.
"But you have an amazing stamina. I know that from experience." She put her hand to his forehead. The hot skin almost burned her palm. "Shit, you're burning up! I think you're ill and it’s causing the wolf to try and come out."
His hands were gripping so tight on the arm rests he was breaking them. She heard one of them snap.
"No, I'm not ill." He looked panicked now. Terrified. "It's the wolf."
"He's still trying to come out?" Lovisa asked.
"I thought I had better control than this." He broke the other arm rest, pulling it away from the seat. He dropped it on the floor. "Something is wrong. I can feel something...some outside force, pressing against me. This is magical. Someone is trying to force me to change."
Lovisa looked around her. The other passengers in business class were busy with their own things, typing on laptops or watching movies and drinking. She couldn't see any cabin crew. They were probably busy. Who was doing this? Was there a cursed object on board, or was there a witch or some other magic user?
Adrian looked into her eyes. She'd never seen him so scared. "If I don't do something to stop this I'm going to cause mass panic and reveal to the public the existence of werewolves."
She nodded, knowing what she had to do. "Forgive me for this, but it's the only way."
Lovisa slid her hand down Adrian's pants, pressing her hot flesh against his penis. She breathed in slowly, pulling his scent through her nostrils, inhaling his innate masculinity. This man smelled like nothing she'd ever experienced in her life as a succubus. She could literally live off his sex appeal for eternity.
"What's happening?" he asked. He sounded groggy.
"I'm feeding off your sexual energy," she explained. "When we make love I only siphon off small doses. If I take too much it'll make you weak and pass out."
"Hurry. I don't think I can hold back much longer."
She grabbed hold of Adrian's face and turned him to face her. There was panic there, warring with lust, battling with something so primal it only turned her on even more. She could practically feel the wolf in him trying to burst out. His eyes were already feral, and she could see wisps of hair sprouting from around his neck. It was now or never.
I think I'm going to scream...
The sexual energy exploded into her body like a flood. She bit her lip and forced herself to push back the colossal orgasm that tried to overwhelm her, but she had to do it. She had to be the one in control because Adrian couldn't be.
Adrian grinned slyly as his eyes started to close. "We should do this again some time."
She kissed him lightly on the cheek as he passed out.
I feel so powerful I could take on the whole world. Adrian has so much sexual energy in him he could power a nation.
She made a bee-line for the bathroom, pushing aside an old woman who was about to go in there herself. If she didn't relieve herself of her sexual tension right now she'd scream so loud the plane would shake apart.
She locked the door behind her, sat on the edge of the toilet and pushed her hand down her pants. As she pleasured herself all she could think of was Adrian. She didn't think about his sculpted body or his rock-hard penis. All she saw was his smile and the way he looked at her, like she mattered, like she was the only person in the entire world who meant anything to her.
I'm falling in love with him.
She grinned as she came, biting her lip to stifle her screams. She tasted blood but it was worth it. Adrian was safe for now.
Lovisa looked up as the lock on the bathroom door clicked open.
"Hey, I'm still in here," she snapped, wiping her sticky hands on a paper towel. "Give me a
couple more minutes..."
The door opened and their annoying flight attendant pushed her way in, closing the door behind her. Lovisa tensed, sensing something was very wrong here. It didn't take a genius to work out that this was the witch who had been trying to force Adrian to change.
"What do you want?" Lovisa demanded.
The first class bathroom may have been slightly larger than the one in economy but it was still cramped. There was barely two feet between them.
"How clever of you to knock the wolf out like that," she teased.
"I don't hear any screaming," said Lovisa smugly. "You obviously failed."
The witch slapped Lovisa across the face, hard. She hit back, pinning the woman against the door of the bathroom.
"I could kill you right now," Lovisa hissed, pressing her elbow into the woman's neck, hard. "But I wouldn't want to cause a scene."
"Putting him to sleep only delayed the inevitable," said the witch. "The wolf in him will come out soon."
"Stop this."
A flicker of humanity, guilt, came and went across the witch's eyes. This woman could be reasoned with. Lovisa didn’t have to kill her.
"I don't have much choice in the matter," the witch said. "Loki has my family and I will do anything to protect them – anything."
"I can help you," Lovisa promised. She looked at the witch’s name tag. “Gloria, please. Let me save you and your family.”
She laughed. "You can't do a damn thing. This world is already on the edge of total chaos. All Loki has to do is give it a slight nudge and then...boom! It's the end."
"Why is he coming after Adrian?"
"He's going after all associates of Gable Trent.”
Lovisa had had enough of this. She quickly pushed her hand down the woman's pants, pushing two fingers inside her. The woman struggled as Lovisa fed, quickly and ruthlessly, not caring whether she hurt her or not. She had Adrian to think about. She had the people on the plane and the secret of werewolves to think about. This woman was nothing.
Gloria pleaded. "My family..."
The witch passed out on the floor, blood trickling from her nose. Lovisa checked her pulse. She was dead.
Fuck!
"Hurry up in there," the old woman she'd pushed aside earlier shouted. "I have a weak bladder!"
"Then piss on the floor then!" Lovisa screamed, frustrated.
How the hell do I cover this up?
Think!
She came up with something quickly. First she messed up the stewardess's hair, undid the top two buttons on her blouse, and pulled off her underwear. This had to look convincing. They had to look like they'd been having sex.
Here goes.
Lovisa flung the door open and cried, "I need help here!"
TEN MINUTES LATER SHE was sitting next to a still unconscious Adrian, thanking the acting classes she took in college for her masterful performance. She was just lucky that someone killed by a succubus or incubus had the look of a person who'd had a heart attack.
"We were getting hot and heavy when she just collapsed," Lovisa had told the air marshal, a sweaty man in his fifties. "I didn't know she had a heart condition."
She'd technically broken the law by having sex in the bathroom but they let her off with a warning. She wasn't sure where they'd taken the witch's body.
As far away from me as possible.
Adrian stirred beside her in his sleep and she gripped his hand. It didn’t bother her that she’d had to kill. She’d only resorted to such measures to save both her and the werewolf she loved. She just wished she could’ve done something else.
“Would you like a drink?” someone asked her.
She looked up into the face of another stewardess. Thankfully, this one didn’t want to kill her and her sleeping boyfriend.
“Something very strong,” Lovisa replied.
ADRIAN OPENED ONE EYE, feeling a sort of calmness in every bone. He knew he was still on the plane but he didn't feel as conflicted as he did before.
"How long was I out?" he mumbled, finding comfort in Lovisa's smile.
"We just landed," she said sweetly, squeezing his hand. "You slept through everything."
He couldn't believe it.
"You calmed the wolf down," he said, surprised.
"I almost killed you."
He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of her fingers.
"You saved me," he whispered. "You saved the people on this plane."
"I did it because I love you." She pulled her hand away, suddenly embarrassed. "Forget I said that. It's too soon."
He knew in his heart that he loved her, but he couldn't say it out loud. He'd only ever truly loved one woman in his life and she'd been torn from him. He'd started to fall for Clover, even though he knew she was still in love with someone else.
I can't put myself at risk like that again, not until the Loki crisis is over.
"When all this is over..."
She smiled sadly. "We'll either be dead or wishing we were." She sighed and turned away. "I know why you can't say it. I understand. But I know that you love me. I feel that you love me. I can wait."
He hated to hear the melancholy in her voice, but he had to protect his own heart. He didn't think he could cope if he lost her. It would be the end for him.
"I can smell tension in the air," Adrian added, keen to change the subject. "What happened while I was out?"
"It's a long story," said Lovisa.
Chapter 16
Jared tried to take this all in. He couldn't have a son.
"It's not possible," Jared insisted. He stared into this strange man’s eyes, looking for Clover in them, despite his protestations. "We used protection."
His son crossed his arms, eyeing him with hostility. "Yet I'm still here."
Jared walked closer to his son, continuing to stare into his face, examining every little detail. He had to be sure.
The nose...
The mouth...
Those ears...
He knew without a doubt that this was his son. He could see it. He could feel it.
Jared smiled, trying to control his emotions. "My son..." He reached forward to touch his son’s face but pulled back, suddenly afraid. “You have her eyes.”
"I don't remember her," his son admitted. He looked away, sad. "I was just a year old when she died."
Jared’s memory of Clover was so clear. It only felt like mere hours ago when he’d last seen her, when he’d proposed and she’d said yes and...
She saw me die.
"How come you didn't die from the witch's spell?" he asked. He couldn’t think about Clover’s grief. It would break him.
"I almost did, but I pulled through,” said his son. He shrugged, as if it was no big deal. “I'm only one quarter shapeshifter."
Jared grinned. "I have a son."
"Jared Junior."
He wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. He had a son named after him. He had a healthy son who'd survived all this time, facing one hardship after another. He couldn't be more proud.
Clover has missed so much.
Fuck...
Clover is gone.
"Do you go by JJ?" Jared asked.
"You wish mother was here," Jared Junior stated.
Jared was confused. "Of course I do. Don’t you?"
"You'd rather she was here than me."
He saw a look of hurt flicker across his son's face. Jared composed himself and smiled, trying to remember that he hadn't lost everything. He had a son now. He could grieve for Clover later.
"You look like a JJ," said Jared.
"I am a JJ," said his son tersely. He turned away to look at Jane, ignoring Jared for now. "Grandmother, we captured one of Loki's scouts coming through a portal."
"Damn it," snapped Jane.
"It's taken him this long to find you?" Jared asked.
"Do you know how many dimensions there are?" said his mother acidly. "He's been sending out thousands every day to one dimen
sion after another, hoping to find us. I thought we'd have more time."
Jared found it highly suspicious that the day he came back from the dead Loki found them. Was Loki somehow tracking his soul, waiting for the day he was reborn? Or was he just being paranoid?
"Loki wants me, doesn't he?" Jared asked.
He didn't want to get the survivors killed. He didn’t want his son to be hurt because of him. He had to leave.
"He wants Trent actually," said his mother.
"So he's here?" Jared asked.
At the end of the universe he fully expected to find Gable Trent, sitting on a throne, grumpy and lonely and complaining, the only person left alive in existence. Of course he was still alive. The demon would outlive them all.
"She's here, somewhere," said Jane.
Jared smirked. "He's in the body of a woman now. How amusing."
The Gable Trent he knew would hate being in the body of a woman. Then again, all he'd ever known was the gruff, forty-something cop with a goatee. He couldn't imagine him as anything else.
"He's been in the body of a female hundreds of times over the millennia," Jane explained. "He's used to it."
"Is he...is she...is she hot?" Jared asked. He looked away, feeling embarrassed. "I don't think I can accept Trent being hot."
"Hot? What an archaic word."
A woman entered behind JJ. She was statuesque, with high cheekbones, scruffy blonde hair tied in a bun, and piercing blue eyes that held an ancient soul. He'd know Trent anywhere.
And she is hot.
"Your mother should be happy now," said Trent. She had a rough voice, silky, like she'd smoked seventy a day since she was twelve. "You're all she's moaned about for three thousand fucking years. Who knew it would take this long to resurrect some vampire pretty boy?"
"You think I'm pretty?" Jared asked.
Trent looked uncomfortable. "Are you flirting with me?"
"No. Possibly."
Jared felt a little ill. The last thing he thought he'd be doing was flirting with Sheriff Trent, even if she was beautiful and elegant and had the body of a supermodel.
He tried to get up. He needed to walk around. He needed to feel the air on his face. He needed blood.
