I pointed at the window, suddenly inspired. “What if we go through the window instead? It can’t be thicker than at the lab, right?”
They broke through. I didn’t have to see what they’d done to know they were coming in—that last bang had been different.Hamilton looked up there again, snarled, and shifted into his bat form. He busted through every button and seam of his clothing with an explosion of muscles until he stood there completely naked and all batted-up.
It was not the time to drool, but goddamn, he wasso hot.
A second later, he grabbed me with one arm and doubled back to also pick up…the stone statue by the front door? I didn’t know if it was special somehow—the thing was some kind of abstract art, which Ineverunderstood—so I had to wonder why the hell he wanted to take it with us.
Oh, fuck me, he didn’t want to take it with us! He used it to break the window as he ran at it, and then we were out into the night like a bullet from a gun. I watched the statue fall seventeen stories to spear into a big black SUV as Hamilton held my back to his front with both arms and took us soaring over the city.
As if in slow motion a real live tranquilizer dart flew by. At least they didn’t want us dead? I should probably hook my legs back and over Hamilton’s or something. Make myself a little more aerodynamic and less dangling with this bright red blanket flapping in the wind. I’d drop it but it was caught between me and Hamilton’s arms. I wasn’t about to wiggle around and?—
I grunted as something sharp bit into my left ass cheek.
Motherfuckers.
“I’m hit.” And I was woozy before I finished speaking.
“As am I.”
“Uh-oh. That’s bad.” Because if I felt drunk and I was just hanging here, but he was in charge of flying us around… “Don’t crash, okay?”
“Just stay with me.”
I snorted. “Wild horse shifters couldn’t drag me away.”
“Horse shifters?”
I giggled, but then I had a very sobering thought about whether the mates of horse shifters had to come to terms withgetting fucked by, you know, a horse. Or maybe they didn’t do stuff in horse form. I gasped. Were there sheep shifters out there somewhere?
“Wiley? Alright?”
“Are there sheep shifters?”
“Sheep?” Oh, no, he sounded so confused. The drugs must’ve been kicking in for him, too.
It was getting a little difficult to keep my head up, which was why I noticed that the trees beneath us were getting a lot closer. “Are we crashing?”
“Landing, not crashing.”
He did a sort of tilt-flip that had us vertical before we dropped to the ground. “Wuh-hah!” That sound out of me wasn’t at all voluntary as I nearly snapped my own neck coming to a stop like that. Then I was just mildly grunting as he ran us into the darkness of the forest.
I had no idea where we were. I knew, like, four different metro parks in the area, but though I’d looked around, I hadn’t seen anything that let me know which one this was. Flying over everything made it way harder to see where I was going.
Eventually, Hamilton set me on my feet, but that didn’t work because my knees buckled and my whole spinal column was like nope, and he had to catch me before I fully collapsed. He shifted while he had me under my arms—which was maybe why he’d tried to set me down—and now he was all major Hottie McTottie in his naked man form.
He did lay me down then, right there on the forest floor, and though I hadn’t done outdoor sex before, I wasn’t against giving it a try. Odd timing, but here we were.
“May I have this?”
“Yeah, you can have me.” I wanted to spread my legs, but I wasn’t entirely sure either moved just then.
He smiled down at me. “Thank you, but I meant the blanket.”
I couldn’t get a single muscle to move properly, but I had a death grip on the blanket from the suite? Still? Good grief. I watched him peel my fingers free of it before he stood straight and wrapped it around himself.
“Oh, lookitchoo! You made a toga.” So smart and resourceful. And showing those gorgeous, long legs.
“Come here, darling,” he said and scooped me into his arms, “we’re going to look for a place to hide.”
