by JL Madore
Now I’m the one bugging out. “Excuse me. FCO is initiating land seizures? On what grounds?”
“Failure to thrive?”
“How many of them?”
“All fifty-two states.”
I press my palm over my mouth to keep from saying something hugely inappropriate and highly offensive in front of one of my female, junior staff.
Thankfully, Brant intercedes before the top of my head splatters the inside of the elevator. “How and when were you put on this task?”
Penny looks stricken. “I thought…” The door opens on eighteen and she’s got the look of a deer caught in the headlights. She looks to the three people working in legal and then back to us. “We got emails weeks ago. After hours only, not to affect our daily work…”
I gesture for her to exit and Brant and I follow her onto the eighteenth floor. “How many of you are working on the seizure of the fae reservation lands?”
All three of them raise their hands.
“And who authorized it?”
“You did, sir.”
Brant
Hawk storms off down the hall and a moment later the air is filled with the crashing of heavy objects, the smashing of glass, and some of the best runs of unfiltered profanity I’ve ever had the pleasure to hear uttered. Seriously, it would make a marine blush.
The four employees look terrified.
“So, hey, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Brant, one of your bosses quint mates. As you probably gathered, he never ordered the seizure of the land and is a bit overwhelmed at the moment.”
“We got emails…” a meek, blond guy says. “Do you think we’re fired?”
“Nah, definitely not fired,” I say, with a fair amount of certainty. “Hawk’s been identity hacked within the company, and someone is moving his cheese. It’s why we’re here. Something of the corporate espionage nature is underfoot. The land seizure is likely only one act of destruction. Have any of you or your colleagues worked on anything else over the past two months that seems counter to what Hawk would want?”
They still look panicked. “Is that a yes?”
Cue the chirp of crickets.
“Okay, speak up. Can we start a dialogue here, please?”
Hawk comes back from down the hall and he looks like he was gobbled up in a hurricane and shit out the tail end. I brush a crazy Einstein patch of hair down and he draws a deep breath. “Better?”
He nods. “Me—minutely better. The conference room—not so much. Remind me to call maintenance.”
I chuckle and turn to the peanut gallery. “Okay, everyone, from the top. Let’s chat. What the fuck is going on?”
Jaxx
One of the boons of the house Calli picked for us to stay in is the sunken Jacuzzi in the back deck. It’s tucked behind a wooden screen hanging thick with grapevine and very private. The two of us are nakey and enjoying the jets while Kotah lays quietly on the deck beside us.
The best part is that when Calli’s phone goes off, she stands up and bends over the back of the hot tub, her belly on a towel and her ass and hoohaw glistening wet in the moonlight for my pleasured viewing.
“Okay, broody. Try not to kill anyone… I’ll tell them.”
Calli hangs up from her call with Hawk and frowns. “They’ve stepped into a shitstorm at the office and aren’t coming home tonight. Hawk said there’s no danger, just a long night of research and digging through the shit heaping upon his company and his name.”
“Does he want us to come into the city and help?”
“He said no, but I’m thinking if they aren’t here in the morning, we get dressed to impress and join the fun.”
“Done deal.”
“What do you think, Kotah?” Calli turns back to the deck and reaches to scratch his ears.
Gawd… all her glistening girl parts. The view is too much for me not to pounce. “Don’t move, kitten. Stay right there and let me take advantage of the view.”
I’m across the water with my mouth on her core in two beats of a throbbing cock. I nudge her a little higher out of the tub and lick my way through the folds of her pussy. The water has altered the taste of her with chemicals and my jaguar doesn’t like it.
Calli has a very distinct taste and smell to her skin. It’s become another part of the many reasons I love her.
I let my jaguar prowl forward, a purr rattling out of my chest. The sound triggers a creamy release against my tongue and I lap it up. “I could eat you out all night long and never get enough.”
“Mmm, that’s how I feel about cock-sucking.” She lifts her fanny a little and grinds against my face.
“I guess that’s why they invented the sixty-nine.”
“Someone should give that woman a medal.”
I chuckle. “You think a woman came up with it?”
“Hells yeah.”
I’m not getting enough from below, so I roll her onto her back and spread her thighs. With a tight grip at the back of both her knees, I spread her wide and take my time.
Calli’s eyes roll closed and gets busy enjoying the build of her orgasm. She doesn’t notice that our wolf is sitting up on his elbows watching.
That’s it, Kotah. You’re in there. Come join us, buddy.
I meet his gaze and smile at him, then shift my focus back to tonguing our mate. My two fingers inside her and start a slow and easy pump and retreat. Her clit is sensitive tonight and I have to back things up a bit so I don’t make her crazy.
“Kotah and Brant must’ve worked you good last night.”
“Mhmm… so good.”
My jaguar purrs louder. It’s a complicated thing balancing multiple mates. As much as I hate that I missed out on Calli, Kotah, and Brant having fun last night, dominating Hawk blows my mind.
The total power he gives me is such a rush.
After a little gentle coaxing, Calli’s hips relax and we’re good to go harder. I press my tongue on the tight bundle of nerves and flick and swirl, nuzzle and suck.
Man, I love my job.
The scent of the hot tub water is gone and now I’m surrounded by the scent of her feminine cream, the char of her wildling side, and the mating scents of the four of us.
Sometimes I swear my heart will burst.
Hydrogen.
Calli groans, her breath catching as her pelvis rolls. “That feels so good, Jaxx.”
I purr against her clit. It isn’t so much planned to get her off as a fun side effect. The oscillation of my breath vibrating my tongue as it escapes works in much the same way as a sex toy, giving her an added pleasure.
Her knees tighten and I refuse to let them close. I press her open wider, stretching her, exposing her everything to the night sky above.
“All right, now. Let go and let loose, kitten.” I push my tongue against her clit again and purr long and low.
The convulsions of her orgasm light off almost immediately. Her back arches, her damp tits glistening in the moonlight, and her breath catches deep in her throat.
“Yes… oh, yes.”
Her inner muscles grab hold of my fingers and pulse with a greedy squeeze. So perfect.
Her first orgasm of the night rolls through her and it’s such a relief. After the emotion of the day to be able to shatter her into waves of steamy, creamy ecstasy is a welcome end.
Her head drops back to the towel and I gauge the pulsing constrictions squeezing my fingers. When the ebbing tightening of her orgasm slows, I get out of the tub, scoop her into my arms, and carrying her inside.
“I was enjoying the night air,” she says, pushing her lip out into a pout.
I chuckle and wait until Kotah is inside before closing the door behind us. “And would you still enjoy it if you knew my parents came outside their house next door to take a midnight skinny dip in the pool in their back yard?”
“No. They didn’t hear me, did they?”
I laugh and look around the new layout. “No, but I don’t want to hear them either. Besides, I’m about to
fuck you hoarse, so I thought you’d prefer to be out of earshot.”
“Yes, thank you.”
With no destination in mind, I lean in and kiss her hard. She meets me just as hungrily, groaning into my mouth and digging her fingers into the muscle of my shoulders.
Damn, she gets me horny.
Setting her on her feet, I smack her ass.
“Ouch, puss. What was that for?”
“That’s your cue to run, kitten. New game. It’s called Run, Hunt, Fuck.” My creativity spirals and all sorts of imaginative inspiration comes to mind. “You run. Kotah and I chase you down. We fuck you and then you run again.” I smack her ass again and smile at the pink flesh. “You’ve got to the count of five. One. Two…”
Calli squeals and takes off running.
“Three. Four. Five. Ready or not, here we come.” I pat Kotah’s shoulder and let him take the lead. Our senses are keener in our animal forms and Kotah’s wolf has the strongest sense of smell out of all of us. Maybe engaging him in a playful mate sex game will bring him out of his current state.
“That’s it, Wolf. Breathe her in and track her down so we can claim our prize.”
The spring in Kotah’s step tells me I’m on to something. He’s coming back around. Things are looking up.
CHAPTER SIX
Hawk
“What do you think of that one?”
Brant checks his phone and nods. “Yeah, I think that’ll do it. Let me send it to your email and you can upload it.”
I move from sitting by the lamp in my meeting area over to my desk and pull up a browser. After verifying the video we shot, I upload it to the CFO server and set it for midnight distribution. Checking my watch, I nod. “Okay, with legal aware of what’s going on and halting all things unauthorized, and this going out in just over two hours, I’d say we’ve taken great strides in ruining someone’s night.”
Brant chuckles and brings us over two pink drinks that look like something a sorority girl would order.
I arch a brow. “I stock a full bar, you know? Single malt, Irish whiskey, bourbon, cognac, red and white wine.”
“Oh, I know. I made these special.”
“Uh-huh.” I accept mine and take a tentative sip. It’s something Calli will enjoy. It’s fruity and has a kick. “I’m afraid to ask what this is called. Does it have one of those seductive names like the Damp Panty or the Buttery Nipple?”
“Now that you mention it, it does. I call it the Corporate Blowjob.” I cough on my next sip and Brant chuckles. “You did offer me a raincheck. I’m willing to bet, after two or three of these, you and I will be fucking like animals.”
I swig back the glass and he matches me. “I’m in the middle of a life crisis. Is now the time to liquor me up for a blowjob? We’ve got hours of emails to track and files to look through. I’m not leaving this office until that video goes out.”
He grabs the stainless steel pitcher from the bar and pours us each a freshie. “Exactly. I’m merely suggesting that a break in the tension will allow us to focus with fresh eyes and an altered perspective.”
I accept the second glass of Corporate Blowjob and Brant hits the door and locks us in. “I happen to give a great blowjob and from Kotah’s collapse to corporate raiders, I figure you could use the release.”
I suck back the second glass and feel the burn of liquid sedation taking hold already. “Wow, how much booze did you put in these?”
“A lot.” He chuckles and stands before me, offering his hand. “Raincheck.”
I swallow, my mind heavy with a dozen other things. “I’m not saying no, Bear, but maybe now isn’t the best time. I’m edgy and—”
Brant reaches for the top button of his dress shirt and sets it free from its mooring. When that’s done he moves down and repeats. “I’m getting naked. You don’t mind, do you?”
I chuckle, pick up the pitcher and refill my glass. “Why do I have the feeling it doesn’t matter what my answer is. In the end, we’re ending up naked and fucking.”
“Now you’re catching on.” His shirt falls open and then he unlatches his belt. “I’m assuming you’ve got supplies in here somewhere?”
I sip at the edge of the glass and point to the wall cabinet. “Last door on the left. It’s got a keypad lock inside. The code is 5492.”
“You lock your lube in a safe?” His pants are off and he tosses them over the back of one of the leather side chairs. Brant goes commando under everyday clothes but not under his dress clothes. I share his logic.
“I lock my personal things away from public view and opinion. You may find more than a bottle of lube in there.”
Brant arches a brow and saunters over. “May I?”
I raise my glass, taking in the view. He’s one helluva lot of man, that’s for sure. And for me, a guy who only a week ago opened the door to male/male possibilities, I have to remind myself how much being with Jaxx has broadened my view on pleasure.
“Oh, toys too.”
I chuckle at the delight in his voice. “Have you wondered what Jaxx and I did last night in the Den of Debauchery?”
“Wondered? More like obsessed.” He straightens with a couple of bottles, a couple of toys, and a box of condoms. “You are hella prepared here.”
I finish round three and walk the empty glasses over to the bar to set them out of the way. “Before all of this started I worked hard and played harder.”
Brant takes a look around the space. “Any preferences? Position? View?”
I unbuckle my belt and point to the panel beside the bar. “This way, Bear. If you think my supply cupboard is exciting, you’re going to blow your load in here.” At the end of the bar, I move the teak case I had built to house the first bottle of Dom Perignon I bought. It was supposed to be my reward for reaching the top of my career but every time I achieve what I think my goal is, I make a new goal. It’s a good thing champagne ages well. I might never be satisfied.
I place my hand on the scanner hidden behind the case and the panel to my private chamber glides open.
“Welcome, Hawk Barron,” the automated system says.
I grab Brant’s clothes from the back of the chair and move the party into the private section. “Obsessed you say. Well, if you’re interested—”
“Fuck yes. Interested doesn’t begin to cover it.” His gaze jumps around the room, and his hand grips his stiff cock. I don’t miss the rough tug as he takes it all in. “I can’t believe you have a private fuck pad right in your office.”
“No?”
“Well, I can… but holy hell.”
“Like I said. I work hard and play harder.”
The lights are still off, the chrome and mirrors of the space picking up the lights of the city below. With both of us wildlings, there’s no need for lights, but I go around the room and light a few black wax candles for ambiance. “This is a standard sex dungeon if you’re wondering. Nothing too hardcore. Just basic BDSM kink.”
Brant chuckles. “And what does hardcore look like?”
“It’s darker. I’ve dabbled at clubs a few times but prefer this. It gets addictive, so you have to be sure about what you want from the onset.”
He swallows and smiles. “Give me the tour.”
I work on the buttons of my shirt as we tour the room. “There’s a small washroom through the mirrored door behind me. The bondage couch you might recognize—I ordered the same one for the suite—those are suspension bars, milking table, wall cross, fuck platform, swing, toys, masks, candles, floggers, whips, etcetera.”
“What’s that?”
“A queening chair. Since we don’t have a female here, we don’t need that.”
He tilts his head, trying to figure it out.
I chuckle. “The female sits in it like a throne and the male lays beneath her, face up.”
“Ohhhh, it’s a sit on my face stool.”
“In essence, yes.” I let him take it all in. Considering that he’s the one who razzed me at the beginning abo
ut me not being aware of the possibilities, I’m surprised this seems so foreign and exciting to him. “Have you played with kink before, Bear?”
“Fuzzy handcuffs and vibrators, yeah. Nothing like this though. Fuck, my balls are tingling with cum and we’re only on the tour.”
After hanging his clothes on a hook by the door, I close us in. I slide my shirt off and hang it on the suit butler beside the door. My pants and socks are next. With the two of us naked, this is suddenly becoming very real.
Why am I nervous? I was ready to ravish him a few hours ago without a second thought. I’ve never been nervous in this room before. This is my domain.
“This cityscape is incredible.”
“It is.” I built the room with the cityscape on one wall and mirrored the other three walls and ceiling. The effect is stunning. It’s like the lights of the city are coming at you from all sides. “So, this is me.”
“Yeah. And I’m impressed.”
Okay, good. I breathe a little easier and then I get it. The reason I’m nervous. I care what he thinks. As alien as that is for me, I want this to go well. I want him to accept me and kink is a big part of me.
I point to the table at the end of the bed. “You can put your supplies down.”
He does and runway turns for one final spin. Pointing at the large monitor mounted in the corner, he frowns. “What’s that? You don’t tape people do you?”
I wave away his censure. “No. Never. There are enough mirrors to get the full play by play and having private moments recorded for others to find is way too problematic. That monitor is a security screen connected to a motion sensor in my office. When I’m in here, it lets me see what’s happening in my office. If someone pops in, I know before I head out.”
“I suppose you don’t want to saunter out of here in leather chaps and butt plug and scar the cleaning lady.”
“Something like that.”
The room grows quiet and I swallow. “This is me, Bear. It’s not for everyone, but it’s what I like.”
“And you’re like this with Jaxx and Calli?”
“Jaxx yes—very much. Calli… not yet. She and I are more like what you described before. We’re in fuzzy handcuffs and vibrator territory. She’s game but I’m taking things slow with her.”
