Chapter Eight
Elias
I’m relieved when Maisey and Branson reappear from the shadows.Branson seems energized and his eyes are full of something I haven’t seen before.Hope?
Or is he in love with Maisey?
He’s close to her, his arm around her as he speaks into her ear.I’ve never seen him with anyone else this way, let alone a woman.She laughs and leans closer, resting her hand on his chest for a moment.The gesture is both intimate and relaxed.I presume that means the blood-drawing went well.
They approach me and Maisey sets her hand between my ears and pets me.“I hope you didn’t get too cold waiting for us.”
Her touch and the genuine care in her voice calms me and I breathe out long and slow, my breath hanging in the air.
“All good,” Branson says to me and shucks off his pants.
As always, my attention is drawn to his beautiful cock.He’s well hung with heavy balls and dark wiry pubic hair.Lust tightens my belly and I know any resolve I have for resisting him is weakening as fast as a snowball melts on a hot stove.
“I’ll shift and we’ll get back to Maisey’s apartment.”He shoves the pants between two rocks.No doubt they are for general use, any panther shifter who needs them will find them there.
“Good idea,” Maisey says.“It’s so late now and this weather is really coming in.”
“There is still a shifter with moon fever at large,” Branson says, glancing around.
“There is?”I ask.
“Yeah, another coyote, hopefully the last.So let’s go quickly and stay close.”He touches Maisey’s cheek, a gesture that reminds me of all the times he’s done that to my cheek.
Had we really found a third?Would Branson ever want that ...want a woman?Right now, I’d put money on the answer being yes.
Branson shifts, elegant and effortless, no twisting or contorting, just a seamless transition from man to panther that makes other shifters look awkward and clumsy.
Maisey watches him, admiration and fascination pouring from her eyes.There’s also desire there, I see it clearly, and I wonder how she’d feel about us both adoring her ...fucking her ...at the same time.
“Come on.”She tightens her coat beneath her chin.“No time to waste.”
I agree with her, not just because it’s dangerous out here but I have a sudden urge to get naked with her again, and Branson.The alpha in me lives on and I’ll have them both bending over and bending to my will before the night is done.
Central Park is eerily quiet with the silent snow falling around us, and not even an owl making itself known.I’m on high alert for any sound, any threat, but there’s nothing.
Branson stops, tilts his face to the right.
“What is it?”
“I thought I heard...”
“What?”
“It’s nothing.”He carries on walking.
I keep step with him, Maisey between us.“I want to ask you something.”In our shifter communication Maisey doesn’t know we are even speaking to each other.
