His smile said otherwise.
“Did you get the police officer to... let you off?” Mathlin asked.
“What do you think?” Hamilton’s smile grew. “I was doing 80 in a 40 zone, all by my lonesome on a quiet road. The flashing lights sliced through the night like an alpha’s piercing gaze.”
Titan groaned. “There’s no way they let you off.” When Hamilton didn’t reply, Titan squinted at him. “Tell me you didn’t...”
“Wear a skimpy, translucent tank top under my clothes?” Hamilton cackled. Suddenly, his face changed, wrinkles disappearing, age spots fading, his skin turning rosy with youth. His bone structure changed, too, his shoulders growing narrower, fingers becoming small and delicate. When he spoke again, his voice was high and feminine, long blond hair brushing his shoulders. “It was so cold out. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and my nipples were hard and perky. The best part of being a shapeshifter is that you can choose the size of your tits.”
Titan sighed heavily, thumping his head against the headrest. “The cop actually fell for it?”
“Didn’t take much,” Hamilton said. “All I had to do was toy with my neckline, show a lot of boob, and kick down my pants a little. I begged, too! I was all, ‘It’s cold outside, Mr. Officer. Please don’t make me get out of the car.’ Obviously he did. And obviously I wriggled my perky butt in his face. I swore up and down that I was hiding nothing on my person.” He cackled. “He frisked methoroughly.”
Titan sighed again. “Was this after you stopped working for me?”
“Yup! I was so bored.” Hamilton pouted. “Imagine not having anyone to harass, night and day.”
“The horror,” Titan said dryly.
“Did you use a condom?” Mathlin whispered, fascinated and horrified.
“Of course I did. I put it on with my mouth—he was so impressed. Then I helped him forget his duties by the side of the road. By the time it was over, he didn’t remember what he had pulled me over for.” Hamilton snickered.
Mathlin imagined trying to do that, with Titan as the cop. Being underdressed, showing off his body a little, trying to look sexy enough that Titan would drop everything to fuck him.
When he looked up, he realized that Titan was watching him through the rearview mirror.
“I’m not fantasizing about you!” Mathlin yelped. And he felt his heart miss a beat, exposing his lie immediately. He groaned, burying his face in his hands.
Hamilton grinned in delight. Titan merely watched Mathlin with his dark gaze.
“I would need at least one arm fully healed,” Titan said quietly. “Then we can discuss the rest.”
Mathlin grew hot between his legs. That wasn’t a no.
In fact, that was a yes, with a compromise since Titan would take forever to recover fully. What would it feel like to be touched by that alpha, to be held down and intimately explored? To have those fingers sliding against his sensitive parts, opening and examining him? Mathlin swallowed dryly.
Titan’s nostrils flared; his mouth curved.
“You smell me, don’t you?” Mathlin blurted. He wished he could take back those words too.
“I smell everything,” Titan said mildly, sniffing again. But they both knew he had zeroed in on Mathlin’s fresh slick, and he was taking slow, deep breaths of it.
Mathlin’s face burned.
“Drive,” Titan said to Hamilton, who had returned to his middle-aged form.
Hamilton looked tickled. “Yes, we’re going to your pack, who will immediately notice the hickeys on Mathlin’s neck.”
The ensuing silence was so loud, all they heard were road noise and Jannie’s babbling.
“I have hickeys?” Mathlin squawked.
Hamilton shook his head. “Oh, you sweet summer child.”
Titan’s ears turned pinker. “I might have, uh, left a couple on your neck when Gonal was there.”
Mathlin craned his neck to look at himself in the rearview mirror. Sure enough, there were two huge purple splotches on his throat, one on each side. “Um. We’re going home. Your pack will be there. They’ll see this.”
