I snorted and rose, walking over to the kitchenette to get myself a drink from the tap. I filled a glass, then sucked the water down deeply before filling it again. I walked back to the table. My mouth felt weirdly parched, like I was nervous, which was crazy because I didn’t get nervous over guys. Mark had my insides wriggling with need, though, and I wanted to own him in a way no other man had made me feel. He called out to the predator inside me, begging to be dominated.
“This isn’t wrestling,” I grumbled, earning another laugh from Wyatt.
“If sex isn’t like wrestling, you’re doing it wrong.”
I couldn’t agree more and that was scary. I shrugged. “So what do I do? Chase him?” I loved a good chase with my prey, but after a few times they usually accepted where they belonged—under me. Mark was different, that much was obvious. He kept fighting to the very end, and my cock perked up whenever I thought about how much he struggled.
“Well… yeah. If that’s your thing, which clearly it is because you look like you’re ready to storm out of this trailer right now and find him and do obscene things to him.” Realization passed across his face and his mouth dropped open. “That city hall guy from yesterday. That was him, wasn’t it?”
I took a deep swallow of my water until there was nothing left in the glass and slammed it back on the table, grinning. “Yeah. That’s Mark.”
“Damn. I didn’t know you were into redheads.” He snorted in laughter, covering his mouth with his hand, and I glared at him. “Sorry, Boss. He’s cute. If you ask me, he’s into it. He came looking for you yesterday, didn’t he? That’s not someone who’s not interested.”
“You have a point.” I smiled at the thought of him last night, perfectly ravished and mauled by my teeth, cock, and everything in between. I’d mapped out every crevice of his body with my hands, learned what made him cry out and what he enjoyed the most.
“So you’re going to give chase?” Wyatt asked with a grin so wide it dug dimples into his cheeks.
“Yes.” But not right away. If Markwantedthe chase, he’d have to wait a few days, think I wasn’t coming for him, and when he was least expecting it, I’d finally attack.
The feral thought of what I was going to do with him had my cock throbbing. I was going to destroy him in all the best ways and make him heel like good prey should.
* * *
I waited until Friday evening before I made my move. The early evening in downtown New Gothenburg was particularly warm, women walking the semidarkness of the streets with short summer dresses, while the men had nice clothes for going out. I saw a pair of drag queens, who winked and waved at me as they strode past in their flowing gowns, and I couldn’t help but grin at them in return because they looked gorgeous.
I’d been watching city hall for the last hour. I hadn’t seen Mark leave yet and it was nearly seven fifteen. Finally a familiar face exited the glass doors, and it wasn’t Mark but the man he’d had with him when he’d visited the construction site. I grabbed his arm on the way past and he turned wide eyes on me.
“Hi. Is Mark finished, too?”
He blinked at me for a few long seconds before recognition passed over his face. “Oh. You’re… yes. Um.” Glancing over his shoulder toward city hall, he nodded quickly. “He was packing up when I left. He shouldn’t be long.”
“Thank you.” I let him go, and he frowned at me with suspicion before he turned on his heel and left. I didn’t miss the way he kept peeking looks over his shoulder, though, like he wasn’t sure if he should leave Mark to me or not. Waving at him, I laughed when his eyes widened and he strode farther down the street, heading in the general direction of the bars.
It took another ten minutes before Mark came outside, and in that time, I’d attracted a few women who flirted without an ounce of shyness. They were obviously tipsy already, probably started early, so when I told them I was waiting for my boyfriend, they cooed at me and said how cute it was, before they were off again and ready to flirt with the next man they came across. I couldn’t help but laugh.
When Mark swept out of city hall his shoulders were slumped, black tie yanked loose, and his face exhausted. He hadn’t noticed me, so I ducked near the side of the building and waited. When he reached where I was hiding, I grabbed him, yanking him into the shadows.
He gasped and struggled.
“Shhh. It’s me,” I whispered into his ear, and he relaxed, his slowing breath tickling the palm of my hand where I had it slapped over his mouth. “Did you think I was giving up on you, little rabbit?”
He struggled again, and I laughed, my arms tightening around him as I tugged his back against my chest.
“Come on, you can try harder than that.” I inhaled his scent, a lingering smell of sweat and the cologne he’d obviously put on this morning. He nipped at my hand, and I uncovered his pretty mouth.
“I… don’t want to have sex today.”
The words made me freeze, and I turned him around carefully. He stared up at me with a disappointed gaze, like he really wanted to do exactly that, but the fatigue was obvious on his face.
“We had a tough day.” He cringed, and my hold on him gentled. I cupped his cheek and kissed him on the mouth, taking my time.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I murmured, but he shook his head, his red curls jumping. He had a pair of black-rimmed glasses clutched in his hands, and I hadn’t realized he had them until he brought his arms up protectively to his chest.
“I don’t like talking about work.”
“Okay,” I said softly, gathering him in my arms and kissing his forehead. “Then we don’t have to talk about it, and we don’t have to have sex. Come home with me and we can take a nice hot shower. I can wash you down, and then we can lie in bed and do whatever you want. What do you like to do, little rabbit?”
“Read?” He spoke the word as a question, his voice quivering in tiredness and shoulders slumped forward.
