Page 9 of Marked By Feral Monsters
"Teddy, sit the fuck down," I rasp. Everything is happening too fast, everyone's losing their shit.
Teddy shakes his head frantically. "What do we do? We need to go down there. We need to stop her."
My wolf paces, and though communication between us is usually just feelings and urges, it's clear. Right now, he's chanting,mate!Excited but frenzied.
My fucking mate.
And she's about to perform oral sex on one of her pack. She smells human, she couldn't possibly know what's happening. Whatever magic that makes us weres is the same magic blessing us with this knowledge—that this scent, that feels like home, that invades every pore, all pervasive and absolute, belongs to our mate.
"We can't just sit here," Teddy tries again. "We can't let her do this."
But it's too late. Nico lets out an unearthly roar. His fist slams down again. He's sweating, and he drops his head down onto the table. It slams with a thud, and his black hair sticks out inall directions when his hands grip his hair and tug. "FUCK!" He shouts, muffled against the table.
His whole body jerks. Sweet, blissful agony.
Despite the chaos of the situation, I'm jealous. What must that feel like? To know your mate is there, touching you, pleasuring you? I jerk in time with Nico, like I'm the one getting sucked off. He starts whispering, muttering nonsense. His whole body shakes, and he tries to swallow the roar, but it nearly gags him.
None of us can look away.
Nico's spine extends, and he throws his head back, like he's possessed. His whole body shakes. He makes loud, choppy grunts, and every aching, pleasurable tug she gives him feels like I'm getting it too. I'm rolling my hips, tasting apple pie in the air, watching one of my best friends have the best orgasm of his life and, somehow, I'm not even getting touched, and then I'm coming too.
My hips are fucking the air, the strain of my pants causing enough friction against my aching, heavy cock. In my periphery, Arlo does the same.
"Fuck! Oh god, oh fuck!" Nico grunts one more time before he collapses in his seat, panting, burying his face in his hands. I don't think I've ever seen him come so fast.
"Did that just happen?" he rasps.
The wet chafing in my pants tells me that yes, it did.
"If you haven't yet, do not touch the fucking button," Knox snaps. His eyes are so dilated, they look like obsidian orbs. They flash, black then gold.
"And if we already have?" Teddy mutters miserably. What a strange thing, to also hear the yearning, the need in his voice.
I look around the table. Arlo shakes his head. So does Knox. I haven't pressed it yet. A few minutes pass in stunned silence.
"Teddy—" I start, but then his eyes widen and he gasps. He tries to swallow but practically chokes on his own spit.
Arlo leaps from the table, nearly transforming mid-air, arms rippling with fur, claws digging into the metal chair as he extricates himself. And then he's off.
I push up to chase after him, but I'm stuck by the bar I stupidly lowered. Knox comes to a stand, shaking his head. "I'll go get him. He'll get himself killed if he tries to get past the trolls. Stay here, keep an eye on these two," Knox points at Teddy and Nico, who are looking more lost than ever.
I nod, but it won't be easy. Teddy's stuck between a strange state of panic and pleasure.
"Oh, holy fuuuck! Fuck, how can she be touching me and I'm stuck in this fucking—fuck!" He shouts, hands gripping the bar holding him in place, struggling against it as if he could peel it right off and dip below. Unfortunately, they were designed with the safety of the workers below in mind, so he's not going anywhere. Though I'm pretty sure there's a stop button? We've just never needed it before.
"I need to find her," he whispers, eyes closed, enjoying what must be the most insurmountable pleasure of getting his cock sucked by his mate.
"We need to find her. We need to find her." He keeps repeating himself. Then his eyes open and roll to the back of his head, and he pleads to the sky. "West, please. What's she going to think when she finds out—ohh,fuck!"
For as much debauchery and fun-times The Monster Playhouse boasts, it is extremely protective of its employees. We won't be getting any information from them.
"She works here," I remind him, while his muscles strain against the seat, biceps flexing as he struggles with the bar. He's probably only hearing every other word. "Knox and Arlo went tofind her, she's not going anywhere. Besides, we can always track her down the old-fashioned way. We are wolves, remember?"
"I'm—oh fuck, I'm gonna come! I can't stop! I can't stop! I'm coming!" He trembles in his seat, clenching his fingers into fists, barely containing a deep, stunted growl.
"We'll find her, Teddy," I assure him.
He nods, then swallows, before opening his mouth and letting out another unholy roar. His hands transform right there in front of us, fingertips clawing into the table leaving deep gashes as he blows his load.
