Glancing at the array of clothing atop the bed, Smokey frowned. “Leather pants and a t-shirt? My biker gear? I thought it was gonna be special,” he growled.
“Theo thinks you’re sexy in them, so that’s what you’re wearing tonight.”
“I don’t understand…my bike is in LA at Ghost’s place.”
“Oh my gods!” Norm exclaimed, rolling his eyes. “Theo doesn’t want a ride…he just wants you to look like a hot and sexy biker…you know…a fantasy.”
“Me in my biker gear is his fantasy?” Smokey asked, staring at Norm. “Fuck! Now I’m gettin' hard again.”
“Thank goodness I now know the magic words to get that monstrous cock of yours to deflate,” Norm said, smirking.
“Don’t you dare!”
“Then get dressed…our mate is waiting for us.” Unable to resist, Norm’s hand snuck out and grabbed Smokey’s chubby cock, giving it a squeeze before walking away.
“Asshole,” Smokey muttered, picking up his black leather pants and smirking. If Theo had a biker fantasy, then he’d make sure to give him one that would knock his socks off. Ignoring the underwear on the bed, Smokey wiggled into the skin-tight pants, jumping up and down to pull them over his ass. Squeezing his junkinside, though, was a challenge, especially since his cock had plumped up after Norm told him about Theo’s fantasy. But somehow he did it, and then, very carefully, zipped up his pants. Looking down, Smokey grinned at his bulge, knowing it would be a hot tease to both his mates.
Grabbing the black t-shirt, he slipped it on, pulling it down over his abs. Then walking over to the bedroom mirror, he gazed at his reflection…good, so far. But his bike image was not yet complete. Digging through a box of his stuff, which Ghost had sent him, he found just the thing to fulfill Theo’s fantasy. After adding the chains, leather cuffs, and his shit-kickin’ black leather boots, he was ready for whatever Theo had planned.
“Holy fucking shit!”
Turning around, Smokey grinned. “One hot and sexy biker, as requested.”
“Unfuckingbelievable!” Norm muttered, circling Smokey. “Theo’s gonna come in his pants when he sees you.” Cupping Smokey’s leather-clad ass, he squeezed it before trailing his hand around to the impressive bulge in front. “Hot damn!”
“You ain’t so bad either,” Smokey murmured, looking at Norm’s legs encased in tights.
“I’m dressed as Theo’s other fantasy…Prince Charming,” Norm said.
“Well, he got that right because that’s suddenly my fantasy, too. I can’t wait to peel those motherfuckin’ tights offa you,” Smokey said, ogling Norm.
Slapping Smokey’s ass, Norm said, “Keep that thought for later…Theo’s waiting for us. C’mon…or as Ki would say…chop chop.”
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Theo ran his hands down the outfit Q had designed and that Remy had magicked up for him to wear for his and Norm’s proposal to Smokey. It was the finest thing he’d ever owned, and he couldn’t wait for his mates to see him in it. Glancing around the clearing, Theo felt a tear slip down his face at the fairy-tale atmosphere Remy had created. It was everything he thought it would be when he was a teenager dreaming of either Prince Charming sweeping him off his feet or a hot and sexy biker sweeping him onto his motorcycle and whisking him away. Theo never could make up his mind which he preferred, but the Fates had taken care of that and given him both.
Nearing the clearing where their mate was waiting, Norm raised his head and made the call of a bird several times, waiting for a reply. Grinning when he heard it, he quickened his pace and called over his shoulder to Smokey, “C’mon, Theo’s waiting for us.”
“You guys use the Coastal Goshawk’s call to communicate?” asked Smokey.
Stopping, Norm turned around. “We do…but how did you know that?”
Rolling his eyes, Smokey said, “Uhm…because I’m a bear who spent lots of time in a forest.”
Chuckling, Norm resumed walking. “That makes sense. Before we were sent to Arald’s, one of my hobbies was learning the different calls of birds who lived in the woods surrounding my home. I taught them to Theo when we were in prison in case we were ever separated. I promised him that no matter where he was I would find him.”
“He would know it was you if he heard the Goshawk’s call?”
“Exactly. It gave him power cuz we had none back then. It made him feel like there was something he had control over.”
“Did it help?”
“Yeah,” Norm replied. “Kieran told me Theo was happier—well as much as he could be—knowing he had a way to communicate with me.”
“That fuckin Arald needs to die,” growled Smokey.
Swirling around again, Norm’s hand met Smokey’s chest, stopping him. “You aren’t alone…I want him dead also, as does Cody, Dylon, Slate, and every other shifter that asshole imprisoned. But you know who doesn’t? Kieran…can you believe that? He had it worse than any of us locked up in Arald’s cells cause he was raped repeatedly by Arald and anyone else that motherfucker gave permission to. But never once, during all the time we were there, did Ki complain or bemoan his fate. Instead, he went above and beyond to try to ease Theo’s and my suffering.
