Did that mean...No. Surely not. Before I could ask if that meant he’d hired me a prostitute, Spence said, “Don’t ask. It’ll be okay. Abbott will be pleased you checked in with me. We both feel this is important.” He took a breath. “It isn’t one of his people. I chose for you — a human who doesn’t know about us. Just go with it. Okay?”
I blew out a breath. “Yeah. Okay. I thought another shifter would be nice.”
“Not yet. Be gentle. Humans break easy and you don’t want the bikers pissed at you. I need to go. You’ll be fine.”
Why would the bikers be pissed? He was gone before I could ask.
I showered and then couldn’t figure out what to wear. Part of me wanted to call Spence and ask him, but I didn’t.I could do this.Part of being a freeperson means having to decide what to wear. Slaves have the luxury of not having to make decisions. I was no longer a slave. Some days I saw this as a bonus, other days... not so much.
I donned jeans and a long-sleeved black t-shirt. It was snug, and it showed all my muscles. Strangers seemed to react favorably when I was dressed this way. I had black boots as well. It was below freezing outside, but I’d be okay without a jacket. Wolves don’t feel the cold like humans.
Would the woman think the luxury car I was driving belonged to me? Or, without the Audi tags, would she even know what it was? I had access to either of the Doyles’ vehicles, anytime I wanted to drive them, but should I look into buying my own car? Perhaps. Showing up in their vehicle felt dishonest.
I put the address into the onboard GPS and followed the directions into a part of Chattanooga I hadn’t been before. Not a bad part of town, and really, only a mile or two from the heart of downtown, but I went through a tunnel and was on the other side of a ridge from the city.
It was obviously an old motel based on the layout and architecture, but it looked clean and updated. The sign proclaimed it as the Rolling Thunder Motor Hotel. That explained why the bikers would be pissed if I hurt the human. She was theirs.
I parked in front of the lobby and went in.
I scented a cat, but I wasn’t sure what kind. He was standing behind the counter, and two girls were sitting at the far end of the lobby. Both human.
“Spence called ahead? I’m Ajax.” The cat seemed friendly enough, but my wolf was on guard. I was happy to have my inner beast paying attention, but he also worried me a little.
“Ah, yes.” The cat looked to his left. A woman was walking towards us, and she introduced herself before she made it to me. “I’m Candy. Spence is such a sweetheart, and Iknowhe chose right for you.” She held up a key. “We’re in room three, and my, but you’re a big guy. He said you were. C’mon, sweetheart. Candy knows how to take care of you.”
I let her take my hand, but I didn’t want to be led like a child. Or a slave. I took the key from her and took the lead, but I had no idea what to say. She was a sure thing, and everything that came to mind sounded silly before I even said it.
I unlocked the door to room three and motioned her in. She stepped in, her gait fluid and sexy, and before I knew it she’d pulled her short dress over her head. She was naked underneath it, and I got a nice view of her ass when she turned to hang the dress on a little hook on the wall.
“There’s all kinds of reasons for a friend to make arrangements, and if you want to talk to me about the reasons, I can listen, but if you just want to fuck, I’m up for that, too. Spence paid for the use of all three holes, but he didn’t pay for you to get rough with me. That isn’t my thing, and he said you wouldn’t want to, so that works out.”
The bed was made up with sheets and a light blanket, but no spread or comforter. Everything smelled clean. Not just clean — pristine. Antiseptic, but not in a bad way.
She sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back on her arms, so her beautiful breasts pushed up a little. She was well endowed, and my cock stirred.
“Can I see you?” I asked. “I don’t want to be rude, but it sounds like you’re waiting for me to tell you what to do.”
She tilted her head a half-second before she spread her legs and lifted a heel onto the bed. Her private lips parted enough I could see some pink in between. A small triangle of closely trimmed hair was at the top, but the rest was bald as a baby’s butt. Not that I’ve ever seen a baby’s butt.
“If you want to take charge, that’s fine with me, or I can run the show based on what I think you want. I’m good either way, sugar.” She sat back up. “Actually, come here, big guy. I want to see what I’m certain is going to be a beautiful cock.”
I walked to her and she worked my belt, button, and zipper with deft fingers. Thirty seconds later, she had my cock in her mouth and I couldn’t help my long, low groan. The heat combined with a talented tongue about did me in.
And then she swallowed a good portion of my length, and my cock throbbed in her warm throat. Gwen can deep throat with ease because she doesn’t need to breathe, but she’s cold. Even when she’s recently fed from me, she isn’t close to ninety-eight degrees.
But Candy’s throat was fuckinghot. I’d never felt that before, and it was almost too much.
I pulled back and took a breath. “Damn, you’re good. Give me a second to get used to you.” I removed my clothes and hung them on the other hooks on the wall. I almost left my socks on, but remembered they should come off and go into the boots. I’d learned that in slave training, but I assumed it translated to free people.
Her slender arms reached for me when I neared, but I lifted her, sat on the bed, and settled her in my lap, her legs straddling my waist.
“How long do we have?”
“Spence paid for an hour, but if you want two, I can let Bobcat know and he won’t book me for the following hour. He said Spence would be good for the second hour, if you want it.”
“No. An hour is fine.” I lifted her, felt for her pussy, and situated her over my cock. She held my shoulders to help balance herself, and part of me wanted to tell her to put them to the back of her head, but I didn’t. Today was about feeling the body heat of a human, it wasn’t about bossing her around.
And I was glad I gave her enough of a say to speak up, because we fucked in a few positions I’d have never thought of. After all, my experience with women was limited to the male and female vampires my former Master loaned me to. I’d been a slave to them, but I was just another customer to Candy, and she taught me things I didn’t know. Two humans have sex differently than a vampire and a slave werewolf. Candy didn’t know I was a werewolf. To her, I was just a large man who’d paid her for sex. The energy between us wasn’t even close to the same. Two warm-blooded daywalkers exploring each other’s bodies was totally different from a feed-and-fuck session with a vampire.
