Getting Over the Bully-Sh*t: Chosen Book 22
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He threw out an mmhmm at me about the same time as his hand landed on my dick through the fabric of my pants.
"Fuck, baby," I grunted, biting my lip, and trying not to forget the damn kite and let the thing fly into an electric line. "Your brother is probably watching through the window."
"Don't kill my boner by mentioning my brother," he said dryly, meeting my eyes and he unbuttoned my pants and eased the zipper down. He leaned forward, barely pressing his lips to mine. "Now, don't you dare let go of that kite," he growled against my mouth.
He reached inside my boxers, fishing my dick out and pressing himself closer.
"Oh, fuck," I groaned as he gave it one long stroke, making my head fall back on my shoulders as ecstasy danced along my nerves. "There are men in the woods, War. They can see everything we're doing."
He lifted the hem of his shirt with his free hand putting it over where his hand was slowly—oh so slowly—working me. "They won't be able to see much," he whispered, his mouth still pressed to mine.
He worked me, and though I knew it had to be pretty obvious what he was doing, I couldn't talk myself into caring as I drew closer and closer to a release in the perfect hands of my mate.
I was so close, my balls were drawing up, when suddenly, the hand on me stopped and was pulled out of my underwear that were then put back in place.
"What are you doing?" I choked out, enduring the vibrations from him slowly zipping me up.
He pressed a kiss to my lips, reaching up to pat my chest. "You look like you have this." He slid out from between my arms, evading me when I tried to reach out and grab him, but then quickly re-grabbed the kite that wanted to get away from me. "I'm going inside."
"Warren!" I yelled, trying to look at him over my shoulder, but quickly turning back when the kite started to take a nose dive.
I heard the door open and shut behind me and I stood there, completely stunned at how turned on he'd gotten me, only to just walk away like that.
Rolling up the kite little by little to try and keep it from getting tangled while my dick was so hard in my pants, took strength I wasn't aware I possessed, and by the time I'd stormed back to the house, I was ready to throw my mate down on the bed and suck him until we were both coming.
"That was fucking mean," I yelled, just as soon as I walked in the front door. I marched down the hall, bypassing my room and heading straight for his… where I found him splayed completely naked on the bed, three fingers busy moving in and out of his ass, as his other hand gripped his cheek, holding himself open as he fucked himself with his long, thin fingers.
"Holy shit," I said after long moments of standing there, my mouth trying to form words, but nothing actually coming out.
"Take your clothes off," he groaned, his back arching up off the bed as he continued to open himself. "Oh fuck, this feels so good."
As usual when he got like that, I obeyed, because I was not an idiot. My mate could fucking boss me around for the rest of our very long lives together. In fact, apparently, I preferred it that way.
When my socks––which happened to be the last thing on my body for some reason––hit the dresser and the blind on the window as I tossed them, Warren eased his fingers from his ass, biting his lip as he ran two fingers all the way up his dick from base to tip.
"Come closer, but don't get on the bed." He rose to his knees, as I complied, my body hot and needy as I closed in.
When I stopped at the very end of the bed, he knee-walked over to me, pressing his front to mine. Reaching down, he gripped his dick and rubbed the head against mine, making us both shudder, smearing pre-cum together.
I grabbed his hips hard, wondering if there was ever going to be a time when I wasn't leaving bruises on his body. "You know if we do this," I whispered, bending down to brush my lips against his. "Im going to claim you, right?"
He nipped at my bottom lip, making me growl. "You'd fucking better." Letting go of his dick, he grabbed my wrists, spreading my arms. "Now grab the posts."
The bed was a four poster, and wide enough my arms were just barely long enough to reach from one side to the other. Fortunately, I'd always had really long arms and wide, wide shoulders, because as soon as my hands were securely wrapped around the posts, he was on me, wrapping his arms around my neck and his legs around my body.
"What are yo––" my question was cut off when he reached behind him and wrapped his hand around my dick, blinking into my eyes as my breath hissed out of me. "Holy shit."
"Don't let go," he whispered, pressing the head to his hole and slowly… very, very slowly, he eased his way down my cock, his warm body accepting me inside.
When he was as far as his body would let him go, he pulled off and eased back down again, setting a slow, sweet pace, that nearly had me letting go of the bed to press him back down against the mattress.
Thankfully, I remembered to keep myself in check, because within a few moments, he was rolling his hips and grinding down on me, his head thrown back as he rode me faster and harder, his body working mine until he let out a whining moan, and cum shot out to paint our chests and stomachs, his pulsing ass sending me over the edge.
Leaning down, I sank my teeth into the exposed shoulder, growling as his back bowed and more seed joined the mess between us just as my dick pulsed once more inside him, making me groan against his neck.
Letting go of the posts, I wrapped my arms around him and took him to the bed, lapping at the now permanent mark on his shoulder.
"I had no idea all those years ago when I followed you around all the time, leaving gorillas in your locker, that you were going to be so fucking perfect," I whispered, even though, I'd pretty much already thought he was perfect back then. "My bossy, kinky little mate."
"Is it too much?" he asked, pulling back slightly to look into my eyes.
"No. You're perfect."
***
"Meyer, what the hell is wrong with you?" I asked as the man came bursting out of the interrogation room, blood on him from all the "interrogating".
"This," he growled, holding something so close to my face I had to pull it back, so I wouldn't go cross-eyed.
"It's hair," I said, raising an eyebrow at the lock of hair, secured together by a small rubber band.
"The bastard had it on him," he growled, confusing me further as he started to pace the hallway. I glanced over at Rowen who looked just as confused as me, as we watched the grumpy man seem to get more and more agitated.
When he finally looked over at us, probably noticing the way we were looking at him, he narrowed his eyes, growling, and his lion moved across his face. “It’s not just any hair. It’s my fucking mate’s hair.”
My stomach dropped.
“Did he tell you where he got it?” Rowe asked, his deep voice soft.
“Off of one of the kids he already sold.” The anger gave way to anguish, and for a moment I thought the man might actually break down and cry right there in front of us.
"Shit," I whispered, as he took a deep breath, shaking his head. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm getting the information I need," he growled. "He was always paranoid his computer would break down and he wouldn't have any of his important information." He smiled, but it was a bit terrifying, and the motion didn't meet his eyes one bit. "Apparently, he doesn't know what cloud storage is. Either that or he doesn't trust it. He keeps detailed records in a safe in his apartment. I have the code."
"Are you sure he gave you the right code?"
"Pretty sure. He's well aware if the code turns out to be a fake, I'll be back to get it the hard way."
"Do I want to even try to talk to him right now about the list?" I asked, sure the man was probably more than a little beat up at the moment, and I wondered about his willingness to talk to us.
"Oh, I almost forgot," the man said, stopping in the hallway to turn and look at me. "He's a bounty hunter of sorts. Both of them are. The list has been put on a shifter bounty site by a man named Banks Kel
ler. He bought the list from someone else, but he basically pays shifters to hunt them down and bring them to him."
Finally, information. "Did either guy say how many people were working on the bounties?"
"They both seem to think it was somewhere around five or six besides them. Each interested party basically signs up on a schedule. They get a certain amount of time to bring the chosen they've signed up for in. If they fail in that time, they are no longer allowed to hunt them. If they get caught, they have to deal with the people who catch them.
"They've made an actual game out of hunting chosen?" I asked him, just before he made it to the door that ran outside the streak house.
"I'm afraid so," he said, giving me a sad smile.
"Amazing."
Chapter Five
"What are you doing now?" I asked my mate, trying not to laugh as he went to pull his hand away from the two pieces of wood he'd been trying to glue together, and taking part of whatever the hell it was he was making with him.
"Building a birdhouse," he grumbled, shaking his hand like a cat trying to get a piece of tape off of its paw.
"Why are you building… What the hell kind of glue are you using?" I demanded, when it still wouldn't come off after multiple paw shakes and a bit of gnawing.
I reached out grabbing the bottle, and groaning when I saw the label. "Krazy Glue? You're trying to use crazy glue to build a birdhouse?"
"It seemed logical," he said, rolling his eyes and giving another shake of his hand. "What is that glorified school glue supposed to do? Krazy Glue will hold the shit out of it."
"Clearly," I said, watching him try to shake it off for like a tenth time. "Why were you trying to make a birdhouse anyway?"
"And the third day of school, I watched you sit after school for hours on your front porch, watching birds and I wanted to join you so bad." He looked up shrugging. "I thought I'd build a little house and get a few bird feeders and we could sit out here and watch birds together."
I swallowed hard, trying to blink away the prick in my eyes. "How do you make stalking sound so sweet?" I whispered, walking directly into his arms and burying my face in his chest.
He tried to hug me, but ended up poking me in the back with his wood-chunked paw, and I shook my head, giggling. "I can't believe how goofy you turned out to be."
"What?" he asked, sounding indignant.
"I thought you were like the coolest kid in that school back then, and I thought you were absolutely perfect and could do no wrong," I confessed, shaking my head. "But here you are, standing around glued to wood like an idiot, and I can't imagine loving another version of you more than I love the one I have."
He gasped, pulling back to look at me, trying to grip my arms in his hands, but instead, ended up grabbing one arm and pressing the wall of a birdbox against the other. "Do you really?"
"Think you're an idiot?" I asked, smirking.
He pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes slightly. "No, do you really love me?"
"Of course, I do." I shook my head, laughing.
"I love you too."
I had to swallow again to fight back the tears, but they escaped anyway, and I once again buried my face in his chest.
"Okay, I said finally, why don't I help you finish the birdhouse and then we can go into town and get those bird feeders." I looked into his eyes, smiling brightly. "Sitting around with you like we're old people in a park, watching birds, sounds like the perfect way to spend the rest of my life."
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