“What about me?”
I licked his cheek, tasting salt. “You’re mine. You go with me.”
He swallowed so hard, I heard his throat click. I lifted him higher against the wall and rode the crack of his ass with my slick cock. He made a whimpering noise, the whites of his eyes showing as he tried to see me over his shoulder, but he bowed his back to rub on me, too.
“Okay, just don’t leave me behind,” he said and closed his eyes.
I knew he was drugged—had tasted it in his blood—but those words were enough consent for what I needed to happen now. Circumstances being what they were, I didn’t have time to explain everything to him like the gentleman I usually was. The beast needed to claim him, protect him, and this was the only way.
“Finish him,” a voice said over the speaker, “or we’ll take him away.”
Oh, I would finish him. Just not in the way they meant.
I eased my naturally slick cock into his tight, hot body and reveled in the howl he made as I stretched him open. But then he whined high and tremulously, sagging in my arms. I was too big like this, had to be too quick, but gods did he make delicious sounds of pain and surrender. Setting my teeth to his tender skin, I held him still and fucked him there against the wall.
“Stop that right now!”
I growled, and my mate moaned. He had his knees against the wall and was using that as leverage to fuck himself back on my cock. My mate wanted me, too! Even as frightening as our situation was, that he desired me filled my heart with hope. We would make it out, and I would keep him safe for the rest of our lives.
My skinny little mate yowled, his body clenched on my cock, and the scent of his cum filled my nose. I bit harder than I should’ve and made him bleed, but that only added to my lust. Licking his blood from his skin, I thrust into him again, once more, and— I came with a roar, filling him with my cum, my essence, that would merge with his fragile human body to protect him from our enemies.
Already, I feltinvincible.
I heard the door open and mourned the fact that we couldn’t regain our breath, whisper to each other, begin again like mates should. No, I had to pull free of his grasping body, spin around,and crash through heavy glass into a room full of surprised faces in white lab coats. The glass cut into my wings, but they healed instantly, and I flung my mate onto my back between them. He clung to the ruff of fur at my neck, letting me have both hands free to tear into our enemies.
I didn’t hesitate to make them all bleed.
Humans never realized how weak they were until someone bigger and stronger tore their arms and legs off. I didn’t even have to concentrate to tear into a ribcage and remove a heart. Heads popped off like dandelions in a child’s game. In short order, five men and two women lay gasping, gurgling, or wailing on the floor before the ones with guns arrived.
I did my best to dodge their bullets before launching myself across the room and tearing into both men while they were still in the doorway. The one who had delivered my mate to me looked particularly startled to be missing his throat.
In the hall, I closed my eyes and called, activating my echolocation to see the space around me. I had come here unconscious and needed to know which way to go to escape quickly. In my mind’s eye, now I could see halls that ran around the center of the square building, more rooms on the outside, with a staircase and elevators right through the middle. I needed to reach the elevator shaft, and then I could climb out to the roof before flying us away from this place forever.
I dug my claws into the seam of the elevator doors a moment before I realized the car was coming. I crouched low as the doors opened, springing inside to tear the uniformed men apart. One of them got off a shot, and I heard my mate yell before he released me and fell to the floor.
“I’ve been shot! Oh my god!” He sat on the floor beside the doors, waving his hands frantically as blood oozed from his thigh. That it didn’t gush told me he was reacting positively to my essence.
I increased my speed, slashing through the soon-to-be dead men. When all were in pieces, I yanked them out and turned to pull my mate into the elevator.
“Fuck! What the fuck!?” His body expelled the bullet onto the floor with a ping before his skin sealed itself again.
“You’re fine,” I said as I hoisted him up onto his feet. He wobbled but remained standing, the drug leaving his system faster now. “Come.”
He made a retching noise as he tried to step over or around the pools of blood, but he followed me into the elevator anyway. I could see the fine tremble overtaking him and wished I could hold him properly, take the time to speak with him as I should. Instead, I reached up and ripped a hole in the ceiling of the elevator.
We started to move the instant the doors closed, and I looked over to see that my mate had pressed the button for the uppermost floor. “I figured up was the goal?” He shrugged.
Smiling, I grabbed the back of his head and leaned down to kiss him. I wanted to kiss him as a man—a much easier feat than when I had a snout—but the drugs the scientists had been giving me to keep me in this form hadn’t faded in the slightest yet. They would. I had to believe that anyway. Perhaps, too, the situation had my instincts keeping me shifted for maximum power and lethality.
I allowed us a few moments while the elevator went up floor by floor. “What’s your name?”
“Oh, uh, Wiley Winslow,” he said with a blush blooming on his cheeks. “You?”
“Hamilton Fawkes.”
I left off my title and accolades because there would be time enough for?—
“I thought it would be something more beastly,” he said with a chuckle.
