Page 8 of Marked By Feral Monsters
I look around at my pack. Knox, scowling. Moody at the best of times, brows furrowed, shoulders at his ears. He's still wearing the same tactical gear he wears when we're out on assignment, making him look like a militant prick, especially with the shaved head, beard and tattoos.
Teddy is his antithesis. Both he and Nico rock the high fade, with heads shaved at the sides, hair longer on top. Teddy's hair is floppy and brown, where Nico's is jet black and always looks like he just rolled out of bed. Both have an easygoing nature, but where Teddy looks like the guy next door, Nico looks like the guy next door's slutty brother. They're both smiling and always positive, making the best of situations. But Nico's a sexual fucking deviant, where Teddy's just out for a good time.
Beside me, Arlo glances around the room for a server. He's never liked coming to these places, but he'd never admit it, the opposite of Knox, who'll come out and say he doesn't like it, but is lying. Arlo keeps the cage hiding the lower half of his body beneath the table locked, so no one can touch him from below.
You have to press a call button to receive sexual services anyway, even if your cage is open. The seats are like the ones in an amusement park where you climb in, and a bar lowers and straps you down, magically securing you in place, but you have zero access to what's below. You press a button to release it and climb out of the chair if you want to leave.
Otherwise, you just sit there, notch your feet into the stirrups beneath, and wait. If you press the button, someone will come at some point. It's not instant. The workers are busy after all.
Though, from the sound of it, whoever will be at our table tonight is brand new and likely won't have any other customers.
The thought of some innocent touching us annoys me. Or it should.
Okay, maybe the idea of getting a newbie is kind of fun. Of being her first. I think about how Keely described her. Studious. Neurotic. That shouldn't sound so hot.
My cock stiffens in my seat, but I adjust and glance at Arlo, who's focused on ordering a drink. The guys chat, and a human woman comes over and takes our drink order. Nico's already pressed the button requesting a blow job several times, but we've only been here for twenty minutes.
"Relax, Nico. You're so fucking hyper."
"I'm not hyper. I'm needy. Fuck. Maybe I should have just hit the floor tonight. Would be faster than this bullshit." I watch him glance longingly at the main floor. His wolf still won't let him leave. It's probably nothing. But it is strange.
"The girl is new. Give her a break," I remind him as he presses the button again.
Nico rolls his eyes. "It'll probably suck. Zero pun intended."
I pin him with a glare. "If it does, you'll tip the girl well, and tell Keely to give her pointers. Don't be an ass. You're lucky you get anything with that ugly fucking mug of yours." It's a lie, and we both know it. Nico looks like sex.
"I don't even know why I pay for it. I could go to a bar down the street and get it for free."
"Then do that," Arlo snaps. It's uncharacteristic; he's usually quiet, letting Nico spout whatever bullshit he wants.
We all eye him, but Teddy interrupts the strained silence. "Arlo's right, man. Quit your bitching. You know exactly why you come here and pay for it."
Picking up a human girl at a bar is fun until you get her home and she realizes you're not human and she doesn't know the first thing about how to handle a knot. At least here, they get training.
The server drops off our drinks. Her scent is sweet, like cotton candy. It pairs with her synthetic perfume, too strong for me. Weres, wolves in particular, are more sensitive than other creatures, and we really don't like synthetics. My pack all turn away slightly, trying not to be rude, but not wanting to breathe the girl in.
She smiles and waits a moment to see if any of us invite her to stick around. None of us do. But then she leaves, and I catch that scent again, the one from earlier.
It makes me pause. I close my eyes and breathe it in. A hint of something warm and sweet, earthy. My mouth waters. Cinnamon and sugar and apples. Apple pie. Fresh grass, autumn leaves turning as they fall from a tree. It grows stronger when the faint sound of a door opens, the one leading to the small room exposing only our lower halves from below our table in the lower deck.
Nico sits taller and sucks in a small breath while whoever is below makes adjustments to his lower half.
The movement makes her scent grow stronger.
For a moment we all freeze. It's slow at first, like a wave washing over me. I suck it in, relishing the flavor. My cock grows instantly hard.
Knox growls, a deep, soulful sound, and it spills out of his throat.
We all look at Nico, whose eyes grow wide. They flash gold, his wolf right there at the surface.
He's panicking.
Because the door just unlocked, and he's about to receive oral sex he paid for, by his fuckingmate.
My wolf begins to pace. He wants me to rip Nico out of his seat and dive below the surface. Teddy's hands are shaking, and he tries to scramble up out of his seat, too, but he's stuck in place. Nico is still panicking, then groans, "Oh, fuck!"
He slams his hands down on the table. The drinks rattle, some spilling. I barely notice. Sweat dots his forehead, and he tugs at his hair.
