“Oh, yeah. If you get around enough, within the world that is, you’d be shocked at how many there are. Met this swan shifter up in NYC. Gwen, she’s a riot.” His eyes sparkled talking about her.
I didn’t like that one bit. “What does it mean that I’m yours?”
“If you were a big cat, I’d mount you as beasts before I ever fucked you as a human.”
“What in the world?” I pictured us fucking as cats. Did cats even have dicks?
He laughed. “From my own customs, since I took you from Jonah, if you’re to be one of my mates, I’d take you as a cat first. Then we would get together in human form. But you’re not going to shift into a big cat.”
One of his mates? “Is that a problem?” I asked about the last part.
“That you’re not going to turn into a big cat? No. And since you’re a virgin, one of the reasons Jonah wanted you, you should be a powerful mate, according to legend anyhow.”
All his talk about me being his mate with him warm against my naked body, renewed my interest. “Why won’t you take me now?” I begged.
“If you don’t change within the month. I have to kill you.”
“You’d have to kill me? What the fucking fuck?”
Inebriated himself, he rambled on, “Yeah, it sucks balls. Fuck, how I’d love to.” He took my hand and placed it on his throbbing erection. “But I’ve learned my lesson not to get attached before a girl changes. You fuck her and then you have to off her because she knows too much. And you know if you don’t do it someone else will…”
I started to stroke him.
“Speaking of sucking balls…” he started.
My intoxicated mind took the hint. I crawled down his body to pleasure him like he had me.
Sober, I woke to sunlight coming in the lone window. Memories of last night danced in my head. Licking my lips, I tasted the salty fluid I’d milked from Wrex’s delicious cock. What had I done? He’d been right. Now, in my right mind, I knew my behavior, what I could remember of it was the alcohol talking. It wasn’t just talking. It’d been begging to be fucked.
I’d made a fool of myself.
Yesterday seemed like a nightmare. All of it. Not wanting to even think about the images that replayed, the cats to men, my mom’s dead body, I needed to clear my head. I cleaned myself up the best I could. Putting on the black dress again, I snuck out of the window. When my feet hit the ground, my eyes were met with the gaze from a mean looking biker, outside working on his ride. I ignored him, and he ignored me. I could respect that.
I eyed the row of motorcycles parked in front of the clubhouse. Too bad I didn’t know how to ride one. There were some vehicles, too, all fucking nice as hell. Locus said this club was into some shady shit and you could tell from the expensive motorcycles and SUVs. I pulled the handle of a sleek red corvette to see if it was unlocked. A blaring car alarm sounded. Six men and two women appeared on the front porch all pointing their guns at me. Wrex was amongst them. Very little was said before the others disbursed. It was clear, all the others regarded me as Wrex’s problem. He held his gun on me, walking toward me. Grabbing me by the arm, he started to haul me back to that room.
“I don’t want to be cooped up anymore. I want to go home and get out of this nasty dress,” I cried.
“You can’t.”
“I know I can’t go home. And not because you say I’m going to change into some fucking creature. For fuck’s sake, my mom’s been murdered. My dad probably thinks I’m dead. My friends, they’re dead, too. I can’t handle this anymore. Locus…” I complained before I realized I wasn’t the only person who’d lost someone.
“We’ll go for a ride.”
Like last night, I climbed on the back of Wrex’s Harley, my arms circling his toned waist. This time he wore his cut. My face pressed into the leather as I hid from the wind and sunshine. We were heading to downtown San Antonio. I recognized the sights. We whizzed past the Alamo and parked his bike in front of a small Harley Davison shop. Wrex pressed a credit card into my hand. “They don’t have much selection but get you something else to wear at least for today. We can try to get your things from the dorm next week.”
I went inside and picked out some jean shorts and a black tank top. Figuring I ought to complete the look and lose the flip flops, I opted for some mean shit kickers, black combat boots. I bought some underwear and bras, too. Their selection of lingerie came in black and skimpy or colorful and kinky. I chose the black. After all, I was in mourning. Changing in the dressing room, I broke down and cried again.
Stepping out of the shop, I found Wrex waiting for me. He drew a puff off a cigarette.
I waved my hand in front of my nose.
“Feel better?” He asked, flicking the butt away.
“Much.”
“Let’s get some grub.” He suggested we go find something to eat.
We walked toward the city under a clear blue sky, the Texas flag waving on top of one of the biggest buildings. We went over a bridge and down the stairs to the river walk, the scenic trail winding along the river that ran through San Antonio. The cobblestone path ran outside the hotels, shops and restaurants and was littered with full grown trees paired with cacti. Flamboyant patio umbrellas dotted the landscape and vibrant water taxis cruised by while mariachi bands played. I’d always loved San Antonio and had a brief memory of my dad bringing me here to the River Walk when I was
