Branson stands, his cock is at full mast, and he puts his fingers into his mouth, tasting my release.
Elias chuckles gently.“He has a lot to learn too.”
“I think he’s going to make an excellent student.”
Elias sits on the couch with me on his lap.His flesh is hair coated and I snuggle against his chest.Branson flops next to us, his head on Elias’s shoulder and his big hand on my leg.
I feel so connected to them.It’s only been a few days but I can’t imagine a life without them.They have made me whole.They have answered the questions I always had about myself.
“Sleep,” Elias says, reaching behind himself and dragging a purple throw onto my lap and covering our nakedness.“We have more to do tomorrow.”
I yawn and close my eyes.Feeling safe and satisfied, I soon begin to drift into my dreams.They are swirling and colorful as my mind sifts over new events.There are wolves and panthers and caves and moons along with fangs and a sense of being chased.
When I wake, a milky winter light is filling the room.Elias is still holding me, his head is resting back on the sofa, mouth slightly parted as he sleeps.
And on my lap rests a huge black panther, his head at least.His whiskers twitch and one of his ears flick.
“Morning,” Elias whispers into my ear, his breath warm.
“Branson, he...”
“Shifts in his sleep when he’s very tired or super relaxed.It’s just one of his things, he doesn’t know he’s doing it most of the time.”
I take in this new information.“So he could never be with someone who had no idea what he really is.”
Elias kind of huffs.“You’re right there but I don’t think any of us could.The secret would be too big.”
We sit quietly for a while and then my phone rings.
Branson lifts his head, his sleepy yellow eyes flicking from me to Elias and then the phone.
“Sorry,” I say and stand.I pick it up from the table.It’s Paul.
“And still nothing,” he snaps before I even say hello.
My heart sinks.He’s so impatient.Even if I hadn’t been up half the night, I’d have barely had time to write anything.
“Not even a rough draft or a sample,” he goes on.“You really are a piece of work, Maisey, and I stuck my neck out giving you a chance here yet you are a shoddy employee, a terrible writer, as it turns out, and not a woman of your word, I really think—”
The phone is snatched from me.
Elias.
“Shall I tell you what I think?”he growls into the phone, his nose wrinkled in a snarl.“Thatyouare a shitty human being and it’s a good fucking thing you’re not standing in front of me spewing all this shit about my woman.”
“What the ...who the hell are you?”Paul speaks so loud it’s easy to hear his side of the conversation.
“The man you really don’t want to meet on a dark night,” Elias snarls.“That’s who I am.”
“Put Maisey back on the line,” Paul demands.If he could see Elias’s strength and size I don’t think he’d sound quite so bold.
“I don’t think so, she doesn’t work for you anymore.”
“What?”
I reach for the phone but Elias spins away and it’s out of my reach.
“Elias, I need a job.”
