I growled in response, hoping it sounded enthusiastic instead of threatening. Carefully, he fucked into my mouth, and I tightened my grip on his hips to prevent him from cutting himself on my sharp teeth.
He wrapped his legs around my shoulders and howled my name as he came again, his eyes glowing and arms bristling with hair as he shot his load downmy throat. His wolf and human forms fought for dominance as he came undone. He was so gorgeous like that, my primal, feral mate.
"That was so fucking hot," he said between pants. "New secret level unlocked. Partially shifted orgasms."
At one time, the way he thought of it as a game would have pissed me off. Now, it was endearing.
"I'm gonna rim you with my wolf tongue," he said. "Make you come so hard you rupture your spleen. You'll have to shift to stop the internal bleeding."
"How romantic." He was so fucking ridiculous. I ghosted my fingers across his ribs, and he guffawed from the first ticklish shock. He squirmed and shook, and I held on, tickling him until we both collapsed in a tangled heap of limbs and breathless laughter. Sebastian Paska was a giant nerd, a ticklish one at that, and he was all mine.
CHAPTER 21
SEBASTIAN
Billionaire Found Dead in Hollywood Hills
A gruesome discovery on the Griffith Park trail—two hikers found a body mauled by a mountain lion last week. LAPD Forensics have confirmed the body belongs to Ivan Paska, CEO of Paskal Industries. He was known to walk the park when staying at his nearby mansion. Foul play is not suspected. A celebration of life charity event will be announced at a later date. The Paska family requests privacy during this difficult time.
Returningto the real world wasn't easy, but it was necessary. The world needed to know IvanPaska was dead, but in a way that wouldn't implicate me and Gunnar.
Help came from an unexpected source. Sergei knew a mountain lion shifter in the Los Angeles Hills, not far from a trail where my dad liked to hike. Sergei placed a quick call to him to meet us at the landing strip north of the city. Meanwhile, I bribed Dad's private jet pilot to fly to New York and wait for Dad's visit in a week, when he was scheduled to attend a charity ball to benefit children's brain cancer. I'd always hated sharing a calendar with him, but now it proved beneficial.
Loftus flew the six of us back to LA, and no one spoke of the two bodies in the cargo hold: Dad and Dr. Bunting. Sergei and the Chernobyl pack had promised to dispose of the others somewhere they would be found. Their families deserved to know what had happened to them, and that they had died working for my father. It would help me shut down his clandestine research projects once and for all.
Saying goodbye to the Chernobyl pack, and to Bettina and Nor, had been harder than I expected. Our Swiss friends had risked their lives to come to Chernobyl, but Bettina swore she couldn't have stayed at the resort another moment while I was in danger. Word traveled fast through the shifter world I hadn't even known existed. They honored me with their acceptance, and I promised I would do everything in my power to keep their secret.
I slept most of the way home, waking up to change diapers and rock the babies back to sleep twice before drowsiness overtook me. Amber recognized it as a trauma response. I'd been overtaxed and on edge formonths while we were imprisoned. Now that I was free, and in the air where no one could hurt me, surrounded by the six people I loved most in the world (yes, I included Loftus in that number), I could rest.
Gunnar slept beside me, buckled into his seat. Across from him, our girls slept in the car seats a strange man had handed us at the airport, no questions asked. He smelled like a shifter, but I didn't recognize the animal. Until Sergei mentioned the mountain lions in California, I thought wolves were the only ones.
When we arrived at the small airport outside LA, the mountain lions were already there with a bread truck. We loaded the bodies into the back, gave some instructions on where to leave my dad so it would look like an accident, and explained the state of his body inside the black bag.
"His head's off," Gunnar said with a shrug. "I kept pulling until I knew he was dead."
Yes, that was my dad he was talking about, but after the hell Ivan Paska had put us through, I felt no pang of remorse.
"Sorry if that's gross," I told the twink with surfer hair.
"Fits our MO," he said. "We'll crush the skull to make it look natural, and gnaw on the wounds. It'll look like a mountain lion kill when we're done."
"Won't that put the real mountain lions in danger?" Gunnar asked.
"If it does," I said, "we'll throw money at the authorities until they look the other way."
Gunnar rolled his eyes at me. "You'd bribe them?"
"To save innocent endangered species? Hell yes, I would bribe them."
Gunnar blushed and pretended to cover Chandra's ears. "Swearing."
"We need to get the girls home," Amber said, wrapping both arms around Blossom as though to protect her from the harmless-looking man.
We were all tense around Roach. Unlike the wolves of the Chernobyl pack, whose scents had calmed us, he smelled like a competing predator.
"Don't worry, bro," he said. "We got this. Drop him in the park, toss the doctor on a popular beach. No problem." He sauntered toward the driver's side of the truck while the other two shifters climbed in the back with the bodies. As we watched him drive away, I knew this wasn't the last we would hear from the Griffith pack.
After the funeraland celebration of life ceremony, Gunnar and I reentered society head-on. We gave a press conference, where we told reporters we had been vacationing in Switzerland while waiting for adoption paperwork to go through. "It was all very hush-hush, with the blessing of my dad, God rest his soul."
