Walter knew he must have worn a questioning look, for Treatise winked at him and stated, “It means this alcove is taken. Do not disturb.”
Snorting, Walter smirked. “You mean like a sock on a dorm room doorknob?”
Barking a laugh, Treatise grinned widely. “Yeah. Just like that.”
Walter continued to chuckle softly to himself even as his prick pressed insistently against the crotch of his sweatpants. He’d been doing a good job of keeping his prick down, mainly by enjoying the walk, the fresh air, and the trees. Now, the blatant reminder of what they planned caused his need to flair bright and hot.
Treatise growled softly from behind him. “Gods, you smell delicious when you’re aroused,” he rumbled, placing his hands on Walter’s shoulders. He leaned close and roughly whispered into his ear, “I want your dick in my ass so badly. I’m wearing a plug, my mate. I stretched myself for you. If you want me, and I can smell that you do, all you have to do is lay on that blanket, push down your sweats, and free your beautiful, pale brown cock.” He nipped Walter’s earlobe, sending tingles down his back, before adding, “I will ride you hard until you empty your seed deep inside my body.”
“Shit,” Walter hissed. He leaned on one crutch so he could press the heel of his other hand to the base of his prick. He knew if he looked down, he’d see his cock tenting his sweatpants. He hadn’t even worn underwear, anticipating the coming coupling for hours. “I’d planned to be a gentleman,” Walter muttered. “At least eat first.”
Treatise slid one hand down his torso, slipping under his coat to pluck his nipple through his t-shirt. With his other hand, he wrapped around his waist and cupped his groin. He somehow managed to unerringly find that sensitive bundle of nerves just under his cap and stimulate it.
“You don’t really want to eat first, do you?”
Shuddering at the sound of his lover’s needy growl, Walter shook his head. “No,” he admitted. “I want to fuck your tailed ass so damn bad. I want to bend you over a rock, grab your tail and your hair, and pound away at your ass until you feel every inch of my cock for days, just like I still feel you inside of me.”
Treatise snarled. “Fuck, I know you can’t do that with your legs right now, but soon. I’ll hold you to it.” He nipped Walter’s neck, then released Walter’s cock and eased away from him. “Let’s go. I have a blanket set up along with a battery powered space heater, just in case.”
Walter was more than happy to do just that. He started forward, pleased to see a small clearing open up after just another half dozen steps. There was a small beach on the edge of a large pond.
He bet it was a stunning place in the daylight. Hopefully, he’d learn soon, too. Completing the bond with Treatise would give his gargoyle the ability to stay awake during the day.
Walter also spotted the blanket, the tiki torches, the picnic basket, and the bottle of wine. He ignored all the other items and moved as swiftly as possible to the blanket. Once he reached it, he settled on his knees, set aside his crutches, then sprawled on the blanket.
Treatise stood over him, quickly discarding his loincloth. Stroking his long, thick erection, he grinned ferally down at him. He turned and ran his other hand over his ass cheek. Gripping his flesh, he pulled the cheek sideways, revealing his hole... as well as the base of the gray plug sandwiched between them.
“This what you want?” Treatise asked huskily. “You want in my ass?”
Moaning, Walter shoved his sweats down his waist to his thighs. His hard cock bounced out, slapping against his stomach. Spreading the sides of his coat away from his chest, he rucked up his shirt. Finally, he grabbed the base of his dick and held it up.
“Hell, yeah,” Walter responded roughly. Walter didn’t know where his boldness came from. Maybe it was the fact that even the chilly evening air didn’t soften him. Instead, he leaked a bead of pre-cum. Needing to fuck his gargoyle’s golden ass, he demanded, “Where’s the lube? Get down here and let me take that out of you and replace it with something better.”
Treatise took the couple of steps needed to cross to the basket of food. He pushed aside the loaf of bread sticking out the top, coming back with the requested tube of lube. Straddling Walter, he lowered to his knees, then held it out.
“This what you want, my mate?”
Walter took the offered item, a wide grin curving his lips. Appreciating the view of his gargoyle straddling his thighs, his hard dick hovering near his own, he swept his gaze upward. He opened the cap by feel, his gaze fixating on Treatise’s low-hanging balls.
“So fucking beautiful,” Walter grumbled, admiring his gargoyle’s package.
“It’ll look better bouncing over your cock,” Treatise snarled. “Lube your dick or I’ll pull out my own plug.”
Hissing at the encouragement, knowing it betrayed his gargoyle’s need, Walter didn’t argue. He drizzled lube onto his dick, then gave it a cursory swipe. After closing the tube and tossing it aside, he reached for his gargoyle’s hips and urged him forward.
Walter wanted to play with Treatise, but he knew that would have to wait. His self-control was gone. Reaching between his lover’s legs, he felt for the base of the plug. He found it quickly and eased it from his channel, placing it beside his hip.
Treatise immediately shuffled forward. Walter held his cock up, then urged his lover into position and pressed his dick’s head to the hole. With a little pressure on Treatise’s hips, he guided his mate down.
When Treatise’s hole opened and swallowed the head of his dick, Walter nearly lost it right then. He bit the inside of his cheek, hard, using the pain to hang on. Resting his hands on Treatise’s thighs, he moaned loudly as the hottest, tightest, most exquisite pressure swallowed his cock.
Having never had full sex, nothing could have prepared Walter for the wild sensations flooding his body. His balls tightened. His abs clenched. When Treatise rose up, then dropped back down, Walter roared, losing all control.
Walter bucked up once, twice, then unloaded in Treatise’s ass. Through the heady endorphins crashing over and through his body, he remembered one important fact. He needed to bite Treatise, to drink his blood.
Rearing up, Walter sank his teeth into the first bit of flesh he hit. In the back of his mind, he registered that it was the left side of Treatise’s pectoral, just missing his nipple. He bit hard, breaking his lover’s thick skin.
When the iron taste of Treatise’s blood hit his tongue, Walter moaned. Instead of being grossed out, he found himself enthralled. Treatise’s blood tasted metallic, which was expected. What he hadn’t figured on was the pleasant tang that caused him to suck on the wound to get more.
Treatise roared. When he arched his body in clear bliss, he pulled Walter’s teeth from his flesh. Licking his lips, he watched in amazement as Treatise’s dick spurted, sending his seed arcing through the air and splattering on his chest and stomach.
Chuckling roughly, Treatise brought their bodies together. He bracketed Walter’s head, leaning his weight on his forearms where they now rested on either side of him. Grinning widely, appearing immensely pleased, he hummed as he licked a bit of blood from the corner of Walter’s lips.
“You and I are going to have so much fun working on our stamina,” he rumbled.
Walter silently agreed.
Over the next several days, they did just that.
Walter’s muscles strengthened quickly, in large part due to the new healing abilities thrumming through him. He no longer needed crutches, so Treatise returned to his normal duties, with a slight change in scheduling so most of his hours were during the day.
Walter thought everything was going perfectly... too perfectly, it seemed. The unexpected email regarding his sister only confirmed that nothing good came without a price.
Chapter Ten
“What the hell do you mean he’s gone?” Treatise roared. He glared at Raymond, the small, black gargoyle who handled the electronics in the security offi
ce. “Gone where?”
Raymond crossed his arms over his chest. His lip curled in derision as he snarled back, “How the hell am I supposed to know? He kidnapped Marty, then stole his truck,” he claimed. “I don’t have GPS on my mate’s truck!”
“You have GPS on everyone else’s vehicles,” Treatise accused. “Why not his?”
“What the hell is going on in here?” Vane barked the question, entering the security room. His prominent, red brow ridges were drawn down, accentuating the skeletal nature of his face. “Why are you yelling?”
“His mate kidnapped my Marty!” Raymond claimed. “Then stole his truck. I have it on video.” He pointed at his computer monitor. “You can’t deny it.”
“Stop,” Vane ordered, holding up his hand before Treatise could yell back a denial. “Play the video, Raymond. Let’s see what you’re talking about.”
Raymond hit a few keys on his keyboard, then turned his monitor around so it faced Treatise and Vane. Finally, he rounded the desk himself just as a video started. The feed showed their estate’s parking garage.
Treatise watched in horror as not two, but three men appeared in view, their backs to the camera. There was no audio, but it appeared that Walter was calling the shots. He shook his right fist at Marty while thrusting his other hand through his hair, obviously agitated.
Marty glanced back at him, revealing his scowling face. He rolled his eyes, then turned back toward his truck and opened the driver’s side door.
The third person with the pair was Roland. The slender male lifted his hands and said something. He appeared to be trying to placate Walter.
Walter shook his head. Roland gave him what could only be a mutinous look and climbed into the back of Marty’s king cab truck. Walter thrust a hand through his hair again and climbed into the passenger seat.
Seconds later, the truck backed out of the garage and off screen.
“Raymond, call Tobias,” Vane ordered, sounding way too calm for Treatise. “Maybe he knows where they’re going.”
“No way Marty would have left like that on his own,” Raymond claimed, although he did move around his desk and pick up his phone. “I was resting in stone form. He would have waited for me to wake up or left a message if it was an emergency.”
Treatise lowered into a chair. He scowled at the floor, his mind reeling. Walter had left? He’d also taken two other mates with him? Why?
What the hell is going on?
“Did you call Marty?” Treatise whispered, lifting his gaze to focus on Raymond, since he’d just hung up his phone. “Maybe there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for this.”
There has to be.
“His phone is going straight to voicemail,” Raymond replied hotly. “I tried to ping it, but it’s not currently showing up on any cell towers. The best I could figure is that it was fifty miles northeast before either going dead, being shut off, or being destroyed.”
“Heading toward Denver, maybe,” Vane rumbled. “Why would he go there?” He turned and stared down at Treatise. “I assume he didn’t say anything to you?”
Treatise shook his head. “I was out on assignment for the last six hours,” he explained. “Raymond grabbed me as soon as I walked in the door.”
He’d been patrolling the hiking trails south of their estate, which backed up to public land. Now that he could turn into a human, he was added to the newly formed reconnaissance division. Maelgwn had decided they needed to keep an eye on who used the trails closest to their estate.
“And Walter didn’t call you to let you know he was leaving?” Vane pressed.
Treatise shook his head.
“What’s so important that you interrupted our meeting, Raymond?” Maelgwn asked, striding into the room.
Following the chieftain was Tobias as well as the enforcers Einan and Sapian.
Tobias scowled, his gaze focused on the screen. “What’s that?”
Treatise followed his gaze and cringed, realizing Raymond had restarted the video. It really did look bad, what with the way everyone appeared to be arguing.
Grimacing, Treatise admitted, “Raymond is under the impression that—”
“It’s not an impression,” Raymond snapped, interrupting him.
Raymond opened his mouth to continue, but Vane held up his hand, stopping him, for which Treatise was insanely grateful. If his mate truly had kidnapped Tobias’ mate, there would be hell to pay.
“Where are they going?” Tobias roared. He grabbed Treatise by the collar of the jacket he wore over his human form. Lifting him from his chair, he whirled him and slammed him into the wall. “Tell me where Walter is taking my mate!”
“I don’t know,” Treatise gasped. Losing control of his human form, his wings spread from his back, shredding through his shirt. He struggled to breathe, let alone get words out. “I just learned of this. I’ve been gone. There must be some logical explanation.”
Treatise had to believe that.
“Well, you had better find out,” Tobias snarled. “Call him.”
“He doesn’t have a phone,” Treatise replied. “I never gave him one. I didn’t think he’d be leaving the estate any time soon.”
Tobias growled in his throat, low and mean. Yanking him away from the wall, he threw Treatise through the open door and into the hallway. Treatise’s body slammed into the wall and he slid down it. Pain shot through the back of his head, making his vision swim.
“Shit,” Treatise muttered. He took a moment just to stare at the ceiling.
“Whoa, damn, T,” Matthew called, striding toward him. “Who the hell did you piss off?” He stopped several feet away, his right hand resting on his slightly protruding stomach.
“Tobias,” Treatise murmured, easing back to a sitting position. He noted how Matthew didn’t move to help him, not that it was surprising. The pregnant male probably didn’t want to get too close to a guy the second was upset with. Tobias in a rage without his mate around to soothe him was a dangerous thing. Plus—“You’ll probably be angry with me, too, soon.”
Matthew’s brows furrowed. “Why?”
“Because Treatise’s mate took off with Marty and Roland,” Tobias snarled, stalking out of the room.
“I know. He—” Matthew cut himself off, then glanced between them. “Wait. You guys don’t know?”
Tobias slowly turned to focus his steely-eyed gaze on Matthew. “Know what?”
Matthew backed up a step, clearly reading the malice and aggression in the big gargoyle’s tone.
Vane stepped around Tobias, glaring at him. He wrapped his arm around Matthew and pulled his nervous mate to his side. After nuzzling his neck, obviously soothing his pregnant human, Vane again glared at Tobias for a few seconds.
“Now,” Vane rumbled, looking down at Matthew. “Will you tell us why Walter kidnapped Roland and Marty and how you know?”
Matthew scoffed, scowling at Raymond. “Seriously? You’re telling them that Walter kidnapped Marty? Dude, that’s cruel. Walter is our friend.”
Raymond shifted from foot to foot, expressing his nerves. “Well, after seeing the surveillance video, what am I supposed to think?”
“Maybe you should have believed Marty’s note over whatever you think you saw on the video,” Matthew stated, resting his free hand on his hip. “Marty is going to tan your hide, and not in the way you like.”
“Note?” Treatise asked, latching onto that. “What note?”
Matthew frowned down at him. “Walter left one for you in your room. Didn’t you read it? He couldn’t delay, and didn’t have a phone, so he left a quick note. He planned to call you once you were off shift, so where’s your phone?”
“I haven’t been to our rooms, yet,” Treatise explained. “Raymond called for me as soon as I walked in the door. Why didn’t he just borrow someone else’s phone? Where did he go?”
Rubbing a hand over his face, Matthew grimaced. “I shouldn’t be the one to have to t
ell you this, but—” He paused and shrugged, then focused on Treatise. “Look. I took Walter to one of the computer rooms after lunch today. He found an email from someone about his sister, Ilial.” He paused and licked his lips, swallowing hard. “She’s sick. The email was from her roommate, who could, uh, no longer care for Ilial’s two year old daughter, Kimana.”
“Shit,” Treatise muttered, rising to his feet. “Walter is going to her, isn’t he?”
Matthew nodded. “Right. He was pretty damn panicked, which is probably why he didn’t remember to call... or maybe he didn’t want to disturb you at work.” He shrugged. “And Marty and Roland refused to let him go alone, so... I would have gone, too, but—” He waved his hand at his protruding midsection.
“Good thing you didn’t,” Vane growled. “And not just because you’re pregnant.”
Maelgwn heaved a sigh from where he stood leaning in the doorway. “Okay, where are they going? Where is Walter’s sister?”
“Cheyenne, Wyoming,” Matthew answered.
Tobias growled. He glanced between Treatise and Roland. “I’m leaving in ten. Be in the SUV by then if you’re coming.” Turning away, he stalked down the hall.
Shaking his head, Treatise met Matthew’s gaze, taking in his worried expression. “Thank you for telling me.”
Matthew nodded. He peered up at Vane. “Can we go?”
Vane hummed deep in his throat, then looked toward Maelgwn. “Well?”
Maelgwn nodded. “Keep me posted.”
Treatise headed toward the rooms he shared with Walter. Once they’d finished their bond out by the pond, he’d moved his mate into his chambers. When he arrived there, he swept his gaze over the area and immediately spotted the note on the desk.
Taking a minute, Treatise read the hastily scribbled note—judging by the messiness of the scrawl.
Dear Treatise-I didn’t want to bother you at work, but I can’t wait. I need to get to my sister. She’s in the hospital. She has a two year old daughter. I didn’t even know. I’ll borrow Marty’s phone (I couldn’t talk him or Roland out of coming) and call you after I know you’re no longer at work. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Love, Walter
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