I cleared my throat. “Yes, please take the day off. My love to Shari and the twins,” I said as I guided Wiley toward the mudroom door.
Michael only chuckled.
“Are we underground?” Wiley asked before I tugged him through the door.
“What? No. I’ll take you on a tour of the grounds after sunset.”
He gave a hiccuping little laugh and mumbled, “He hasgrounds.”
But then both of us seemed to realize we were in a room of the house with furniture. It wasn’t much, and I’d let him decide, but there was a large coat tree with a bench seat, another long bench on the opposite wall with storage nooks underneath, and a short staircase into the kitchen.
Wiley grinned at me a moment before he took off running.
Did he want me to chase him? I shifted fast, bursting through my coveralls, and ran after him.
The main floor was an open plan with vaulted ceilings, so when I saw him heading for the staircase to the second floor, I swooped across the room and landed at the top. He squealed and laughed, changing direction and running back down the stairs. I sailed down to cut him off at the dining table, growled to make him giggle, and stalked him toward the small theater at the back of the house.
I heard him say, “A fucking movie theater?” before he went quiet and all I could hear then were his heartbeats and panted breaths. My dear sweet mate thought he was hiding. I gave a call from the doorway and knew exactly where he crouched.
“That’s cheating!” he complained as he stood, hands on hips.
It was not. I growled and crawled across the tops of the plush recliners like the predator I was. Wiley stood there with his mouth gaping open and his cock pushing at his coveralls. Perhaps we’d continue our chase outside tonight.
I dropped to stand in front of him, and he scrambled onto a chair like he was going to go up and over the back of it. Igrabbed him about his waist and rumbled in his ear just to feel him shiver.
Trapped on his knees and facing the back of the recliner, I reveled in the scent of his arousal and reached down to slit open his Tyvek suit with a single claw. He moaned and thrust his ass back at me the instant it was bared.
“Here?” I asked him before nibbling on his neck and unzipping the front of his suit all the way down to his knee.
“Oh, fuck, yes.” He patted the seat back. “Sorry, chair.”
Yes, we would be destroying it with claws and cum, but that was fine—I could get someone to replace it tomorrow.
Planting a hand between Wiley’s shoulders, I pressed him against the leather and smiled when he whimpered. I took my time fitting my slick cockhead to his little hole, painting it, teasing it, until I heard an actual guttural growl come from my mate. The sound made me shiver with desire, and I understood then why he reacted the way he did to mine.
“So you can growl now, hmm?”
“Guess so. Fuck me soon or you’re going to find out whether I’ve got sharp teeth, too.”
I chuckled at his threat—though I would check for pointy teeth later—and eased my cock inside him. So tight! So hot! And he accepted me so easily it was as if we truly were made for each other.
“You’re so perfect,” I mumbled against his smooth, exposed neck.
He reached back, combing his fingers through my fur. “So are you.”
“Shall we wreck this chair now?”
He gave a little laugh. “Hell yes, baby. Fuck me and bite me and make me come screaming.”
I dug my claws into the top of the chair, put a knee on the seat between his spread thighs, and started pounding his exceptionalass. He grabbed my wrists, hanging on, and wailed and whined with each thrust of my hips. I couldn’t resist mantling my wings over us, the pure pleasure of fucking my mate singing through my entire body.
Every thrust said he was mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
When he tilted his head, his sounds high and urgent, I knew he wanted my bite. With a snarl, I attacked, sinking my fangs into his neck. He cried out and came, his cock shooting the chair like a firehose. The sweet taste of his aroused blood combined with the scent of his cum had me fucking deep into him as my own orgasm overtook me.
Wiley shivered when I licked his wounds to seal them, and then he slumped against the back of the chair with a groan. Pride washed through me for having wrecked him just like he’d asked me to.
Wrapping my arms around him, I turned around with my cock still firmly embedded in his ass. I sat in the destroyed chair, not even caring that his cum now coated my ass and lower back. It marked me as belonging to him.
