I hand the keys to Reegan as we get to the car. “You drive.” I say.
“Are we going home?” she asks looking at my injured arm.
“No.” I grunt. I pull out my phone and press the button for my house. “Follow the GPS.” I tell her as I lay my head back against the rest.
It only takes about fifteen minutes and we’re pulling up to another warehouse though this one is in a decent part of town. The outside is industrial but clean. I get out trying and failing not to jar my injured arm. I motion for Reegan to follow and she does. When we reach the door, I use my good arm to pull out the key and shove it into the lock. The lights come on as we enter and I hear Reegan’s intake of breath.
“Where are we?” Reegan asks with awe.
“My place.” is all I say as I walk further down the hallway. The front hall opens up to a wide-open space split off into a kitchen/living room combo with a small dining table off to the side. Toward the back of the space is a bathroom and a spare bedroom. There’s a set of stairs off to the left side that lead up to a massive bedroom that overlooks the downstairs. I can see the questions in Reegan’s eyes.
“I thought you lived with the guys?” she asks.
“I do but this is my personal space. This is where I come after fights or when I need to feed my incubus. I never felt right taking a random person into the house with the guys.” I try to explain.
“And how often do you need to feed?” she asks.
“A couple times a month.” I mumble.
A haze takes over her eyes and she closes them and looks away from me. When she looks back they are that amethyst color. Her powers reach out to me. “You need to feed, you feed from me. No. One. Else.” She enunciates each word.
My incubus surfaces but I push him back. As Reegan stalks toward me trying and failing to pull him out her frustration is palpable. She presses her body right up against mine and grabs my arms. I hiss at the contact. She looks down and frowns, like she forgot I was injured. As quick as her powers come forth she pulls them back in.
“I am so sorry big man. Let’s get you fixed up.” she says apologetically.
I go and grab the first aid kit and then she makes me sit at the table. She pulls out the small forceps and gets to work pulling the teeth out. Once they’re removed, she goes about cleaning and bandaging the wound. When she’s done she cleans up the mess and then comes back over and sits next me. She won’t meet my eyes.
I place my fingers under her chin and lift her face. “Look at me Princess.”
“I’m sorry Bent. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I don’t know what came over me.” she says dejectedly.
“You were jealous.” I state.
“Maybe. I can’t figure you out Bent. You’re so damn and hot and cold. There is no in between. I promised that I wouldn’t force the bond on any of you and I meant that. If you don’t want this then walk away. I can’t handle this anymore. I told you I wouldn’t beg but I’ll get down on my hands and knees right here, right now. Just do something. I can’t play these games anymore.”
She no sooner gets those words out of her mouth than mine is crashing down on hers. “You think I don’t want you. That this is just a game to me. This is far from a game Princess. I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone or anything in my life. Part of me always has. I just know that once the bond is formed, there’s no turning back and when you realize you don’t want me, it’ll be too late.”
“What do you mean? I’ll never not want you.”
“I’m fucked up. There’s something broken inside me. And one day you’ll see it and you’ll want to run. I’m no good for you. This anger I carry isn’t good for you.”
“I see you Bentley Morley. I see the man you can be. The one you want to be. I see your pain and anger and I want to share it. I won’t run away from you Bent. I will always run toward you or beside you. If you run from me, I will chase you.”
I lean down and kiss her again. This time the kiss is softer but still full of passion. I grab her and carry her up the stairs. When I reach the platform at the top, I release her back to her feet. “Are you sure about this?” I ask and she nods.
“Use your words Princess.”
“Yes. I’m sure.
“Climb up onto the bed for me. Lie on your back.” She does as I ask, and I walk over to the side of the bed. “There are so many things I want to do to you. I’ve never been a soft lover but for you I want to try.”
I see tears pool in her eyes. As one escapes I lean down and lick it away. I move over top of her and kiss her as I run my hands up and down her sides. I grab the hem of her shirt and lift it over her head and then I help her remove her leggings. She’s left in just her bra and thong. I move down and grasp a nipple in my mouth sucking and licking through the fabric. She moans and it spurs me on. Her bra snaps in the front so it’s easy to bare her beautifully perfect breasts. I lift up long enough to remove her panties. I slide my sweats down my hips and let my cock spring free. I don’t hesitate as I enter her with one long slow stroke.
I pause and let her tight pussy adjust to my hardness. After a minute or so, I begin to move. I stroke in and out languidly twisting my hips as I enter her heat. I lean up on my knees taking her with me. I continue my strokes for a while. The whole time she’s moaning. Her breaths start to come out choppier and with a scream she comes. I change the position again. This time I throw both her legs over my shoulders and begin to pound in and out of her with fervor. Now with every entrance she screams until the orgasm comes again. It hits her hard. She clenches around me.
“Oh yes baby. There you go. Milk my cock love.” With a roar I come. I release her legs and collapse on the bed. When she tries to get up and clean herself I grab her and bring her right back. She drapes her body over mine.
I hold her close as the mark burns itself into my skin. Reegan shifts and I can see a set of wings sitting between her shoulders and right below them is a drop of blood tattooed on her skin. Of course she can’t see it so she gets up and walks over to the full-length mirror I keep in the corner. She looks over her shoulder and a huge smile comes to her lips.
“It’s beautiful.” she whispers.
“Yes you are Angel.” I grin.
“What happened to Princess?
“Now that you have a set of wings, Angel fits better.” I respond seriously.
“I like that.” she says coming back over to bed.
I hold her close as she dozes. I shoot off a text to the guys telling them that we’re ok and will be back in the morning. I then scoot myself down in the bed and fall asleep with the love of my life safe in my arms.
Chapter 17: Reegan
I wake up sore in the most delicious way. I didn't get to see what Bentley was packing but by the ache between my legs he is easily the biggest of all my men. And he's pierced. Not in the same way Asher is. I could feel the ridges his piercings created with every thrust. He said he wasn't a soft lover but last night he was gentle with me. I'm honestly thankful for his tenderness. If he went full throttle, I don't think I could walk.
I get up from the bed and groan from the ache. "Are you ok angel?" Bentley asks sleepily.
"Just a little sore. Nothing a hot shower won't fix. Go back to sleep big man." I say quietly.
I make my way into the bathroom and find an amazing walk in shower. This thing could easily fit me and all the guys. The shower head has five different sprayers and there's a bench that runs the length of the wall. I turn the water full blast and strip out of Bentley's shirt while it heats. When the bathroom is filled with steam I step in. The hot water feels amazing as it sprays me. I feel my muscles release and relax.
Just as I'm about to grab the loofah, the shower door opens and Bentley steps in. He is a picture of perfection. The man should be made into a statue and placed in a museum. That thought actually makes a haze of jealousy wash over me so maybe not.
"What are you thinking about?" He asks me with a slight smirk on his face.
"You'
re beautiful. Can men be beautiful?" I stammer.
He laughs at my observation and I go back to taking in his perfection. And yep, I'm right. He is the biggest of my lovers. His cock has to be eight inches and he's soft. Can you imagine it hard? That thing was inside me.
His full-bellied laugh reaches my ears. "Have no doubts angel. That thing was most definitely inside you and will be again. Over. And. Over."
I blush profusely. I cannot believe I said that out loud. In my defense though, did I say how big it is? I pay closer attention to his junk and realize that the ridges in his cock are what the humans call a Jacob's ladder. The piercings run from base to almost tip, ten barbells all together. Another thing I hadn't noticed before is the piercing that runs through his right nipple.
"How did I not notice the nipple piercing that day in the pool?"
"It wasn't there. I just got it after the trials. Do you like it?"
"It's sexy as hell if I'm being honest."
Without another word, Bentley reaches for the sponge and begins washing my body. He pays extra attention to my pussy. I can feel the heat building in my body.
"Not going to happen angel. You're sore. You're not ready for more yet."
I groan in frustration but push my desire aside and just let him take care of me. When I try to reciprocate he refuses. He quickly washes himself. With our showers done, he grabs a fluffy towel and dries my body off before pulling me back into his bedroom and handing me a pair of sweats and a tee shirt.
Once we're both dressed and out of the house, we run through a drive through and grab breakfast sandwiches and orange juice for ourselves and the guys.
"Honeys, I'm home!!" I call out as soon as we enter the house. Several sets of footsteps come pounding down the hall and the stairs.
Jaymeson makes it to me first and I'm lifted into the air as he wraps me in a hug. The other guys follow suit.
Trent is the last to hug me and when he puts me down I let out a small whimper. Trent looks at me and then at Bentley. "Holy shit. You grew some balls man. Congratulations!" He exclaims.
"Huh? What?" Asher says confused.
"The mate bond. Holy fuck." Jaymeson says. "I thought you'd pussy out for a little longer." He chuckles.
"Whatever fucker. Let's eat." Bentley growls.
I blush hard but make my way over to the bags we sat on the counter. I pull out a steak biscuit and some hash browns and dig in. Who knew watching a man fight and then fucking him for hours would make you so damn hungry?
I lift myself up and take a seat on the counter. Bentley comes over with a cup of coffee and places it down beside me. I open my legs for him to stand between and grab a hash brown out of the little bag. Before I get it fully to my mouth, Bentley grabs it in his mouth taking my fingers with it. He nibbles on my fingers before stealing the hash brown with his tongue. He releases me with a pop and then leans in for a kiss. His tongue tangles with mine and I relish this side of him.
It's grown quiet in the kitchen and when I finally reopen my eyes I see the guys staring at Bentley like he's a stranger. Bentley doesn't look at them. Instead he keeps his eyes solely on me. I can't quite decipher the look in his eyes but I give him a smile and a small kiss before going back to my food. Every other hash brown, I feed him. For just a few more minutes it's just us. No one else exists in this little bubble.
………………………….
The day has come. We're headed to the airstrip to catch our fight to Colorado. I'm full of nervous energy. Part of me is scared that this will be a dead end. The other part is petrified that we will find my parents but they won't want anything to do with me.
"How far is the airstrip?" I ask no one in particular.
"A half an hour or so. Then it's a 6-hour flight. Once we land, it's another two-hour drive to pack lands." Jaymeson chooses to respond.
"Don't worry baby. The seats on the plane fully recline and there's a bedroom on board so you can sleep if you want."
I nod but don't say anything. I've never flown before. Given a choice I'd just portal us all there but grandpa was pretty adamant that I couldn't. We don't want a huge surge in supernatural power to show up on the task force's radar.
"What's wrong Winnie?" Asher asks me in a low voice as to not gain the attention of the others. "And don't tell me nothing. I can see it in your eyes that something's bothering you."
"I'm a little scared of flying." I tell him hoping he can't tell that I'm only giving him part of the truth. When he takes me at my word I almost blow out a sigh of relief.
"You'll be fine. I'll make you a deal. If you get through the flight without flipping out, I'll see if I can get permission to shift and I'll let you ride my dragon."
That brings a smile to my face and I happily agree. He leans in and kisses my forehead. "We should go if we don't want to be late."
Luxurious isn’t the right word to describe the plane. The seats are a buttery soft leather with padded armrests. They recline into full beds when needed. There’s a full bar in the corner and I can see a small kitchen just behind the cockpit. In the back there is a bedroom with a queen-sized bed, a built-in dresser and a full bathroom with shower. I take a seat and Jaymeson sits beside me.
“You good sweetheart? Did you want to use the bedroom to nap? It’s a little bit of a flight.” he says.
“No. I’m good. I’d rather be out here with you guys.”
We all get settled and a stewardess comes out from where I saw the kitchen. She strides forward and stops right by our seats. She places a hand on Jaymes’ shoulder. “We’ll be taking off in just a few minutes. Is there anything I can get you before then?”
Jaymeson shakes her hand off and places one of his on my thigh. “No that won’t be necessary. We’ll let you know if Miss Winthrope requires anything.”
She becomes really flustered and blushes. “Of course.” She says and walks away. The guys snicker.
“Do you require anything, Miss Winthrope?” Trent asks from his seat across from us.
“No thank you.” I say with a very bad British accent and trying to look regal.
The guys all laugh again. I snuggle back in my seat and grab out my tablet and headphones. I look on Audible to find a book. Once the narrator starts reading, I close my eyes determined to just fall asleep and not pay attention to where I am.
I stir a few hours later hungry. Jaymeson is quick to call the stewardess in and tells her to bring me a plate of fruit and cheese. Along with it, she brings me a glass of white wine. All the guys are sleeping around me except for Bentley. “He went to make use of the bed.” Jaymes tells me quietly.
I don’t know how he knows what I was thinking but I don’t say anything. I eat and then make my way back to the bedroom. Bentley lays spread out on the bed with one arm across his chest. His breaths are soft and even. Knowing we still have a while for the flight, I cross the room and crawl onto the bed. As soon as my weight is settled, Bentley reaches out and pulls my body flush with his. He kisses between my shoulder blades where his mark lays. I get comfortable and it isn’t long before I’m back to sleep.
Several hours later, I’m woken by a soft push. “Come on Angel. We have to take our seats so the plane can land.” Instead of allowing me to get up on my own, Bentley puts his arms underneath me and lifts me bridal style. I snuggle my face into his neck and breathe in his scent. He smells so good. All my guys do. He takes me out to the main part of the plane and softly sits me in a seat. He reaches down and buckles in before taking a seat himself. Within a half an hour we have landed and are piled into a massive vehicle.
As Jaymeson gets in the driver bows his head in respect to him. “It is good to have you home, Alpha.”
“I’m not alpha yet Kincaid but it is good to see you. How are the kids?”
“Mean as ever.” Kincaid laughs.
“You don’t mean that.” Jaymeson says with mock horror.
“Just wait until you have pups, young man. You’ll see.” Kincaid teases.
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sp; Jaymeson looks at me and a blush covers his cheeks. He’s embarrassed but honestly, that blush is kind of sexy. Kincaid keeps chatting about his kids and how great it will be when Jaymeson continues his line. Every time Jaymeson looks at me I can see the hope for the future in his eyes. He wants kids. With me. Do I want kids? I don’t think I’ve ever really thought about it. Well except for with Asher. At one time I would have jumped at the chance to have a family with him but now? With everything going on around us, I don’t know.
We drive for a bit before we stop at a little convenience store. I climb out of the car and head in straight to the aisle where the beef jerky is. Jerky is a weakness of mine. As I’m standing there deciding on a flavor, I feel eyes on me. I know it’s not one of the guys because this feels malevolent. I peer around but I don’t see anyone so I try to put it out of my mind. I grab a couple bags of jerky and a cold Dr. Pepper from the cooler and make my way to the register. After paying for my snacks I go back out to the car. I still feel eyes on me so I peer around again. All I can see are the woods and trees surrounding the building. I hurry into the car.
The guys come out not long after and we hit the road again. I let out an audible sigh. “You ok?”, Asher asks.
“Yeah it's nothing.” I answer.
“You sure? You look a little off.” he replies.
“Yeah. I’m good. It really isn’t a big deal.
He puts his arm around my shoulder hugging me to his body. I melt into him and relax significantly. I open up my jerky and Start eating. Trent, the ass, grabs the bag from me. “Trent, haven’t we had the conversation about you stealing my food before?” I ask him.
“Yeah, but sharing is caring and you love me so I can have some.” he states.
“I love my jerky more you pompous ass. Give it?” I say holding out my hand. He frowns and then laughs as I snatch it back from him.
“Beauty can I pleeeeeaaaassse have some?” he whines. “I’m hungry.”
“You should have gotten something when we were back at the station.” Asher says.
“I didn’t want any then.” Trent huffs. “But now I do.”
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