world.” Bobby shivered at the words as Remus walked past him. He couldn’t disagree.
Honestly, he thought there was something wrong with his human side that the wolf in him helped keep on track. As long as he had his wolf, he wouldn’t splinter and free what he feared was a darkness in his mind that would cause him to go crazy. He could be exaggerating, but Bobby didn’t think so. Something about his human didn’t click right, and that was okay—as long as he had his wolf.
To that end, he had some immediate grovelling to do. He hoped Sully yelled at him, hit him, even. It was a selfish thought, because Sully would probably feel bad later for losing his temper, but damn, it’d make Bobby feel better to get the shit beat out of him.
He walked to the end of the hallway and waved Paava over. “I have to go talk to someone who knows Mando—that’s the young man in there. He’s a friend of someone I know. I just met him a few days ago…”
“Did he come to look for you, d’ya think?” Paava blinked and his eyes rounded. “Oh shit! I didn’t mean that like it’s your fault—”
“But it is.” Bobby raised his chin up a little, looking for a bit of confidence he needed severely. “Everything that happens here is my responsibility, and Mando even more so. I have to go find Sully and tell him. If he breaks my jaw, it will be less than I deserve.” Paava looked like he wanted to argue, but what he said came out far from aggressive.
“Sully? Tall guy, auburn hair, sexy—ah, nice eyes?” Bobby nodded then gulped as Paava went on, not because of what he was saying but because of the gorgeous hunk walking towards them. Bobby couldn’t take his eyes off Sully, the swagger he had that Bobby didn’t remember seeing before, the shoulders that seemed to have got even broader in just the past few days. Sully wasn’t smiling, either.
No, he looked furious, and Bobby was relatively sure Sully didn’t know about Mando.
He quietly said to Paava, “He’s headed this way. Does he know?” Paava wanted to turn and look, Bobby could tell by the way his neck twitched, the tendons standing out. “No, of course not. All he knows is you’re here taking care of something.”
Bobby grunted as Sully came closer, then he physically shook himself. “Yeah, all right.
Look, I’m leading him to the back room. It might be best to crank the music louder and absolutely don’t let anyone else come back.”
“Gotcha.”
Bobby didn’t wait. He sprinted, knowing Sully was coming for him. Somehow he’d never imagined the fear he’d feel in his fantasies of being followed by his mate, but then again, he’d never thought he’d have fucked up so hugely.
Chapter Seven
The second Sully saw Bobby, his pulse raced and it seemed all the blood rushed right to his groin. Sully had intended to come talk to Bobby, but now all he could think about was how tightly Bobby’s ass had gripped his dick, and those stimulating sounds Bobby made as Sully fucked him. Sully wanted to take him again, and again, and again until Bobby wouldn’t dare run from him.
Bobby spotted him and ran. Bastard! Granted, he wasn’t truly running, but he was certainly avoiding Sully. Sully and his leopard were in agreement—Bobby needed to learn that he belonged to Sully. Somewhere in the back of Sully’s brain, an alarm sounded, but his instincts were too great to resist and he set aside worry in favour of catching his prey.
When Bobby darted into a room labeled Storage, Sully grinned. Maybe Bobby wasn’t running after all. Sully hit the door before Bobby could close it, then he grabbed Bobby by the shoulders and spun him around. He pinned Bobby against the door, slamming it shut with their combined weight. Bobby’s ass fit perfectly against him and Sully growled, nosing Bobby’s nape as he ground against those tempting globes.
“I’m not happy with you at all,” Sully rumbled, just so that Bobby wasn’t mistaken.
“I—” Bobby began, but
Honestly, he thought there was something wrong with his human side that the wolf in him helped keep on track. As long as he had his wolf, he wouldn’t splinter and free what he feared was a darkness in his mind that would cause him to go crazy. He could be exaggerating, but Bobby didn’t think so. Something about his human didn’t click right, and that was okay—as long as he had his wolf.
To that end, he had some immediate grovelling to do. He hoped Sully yelled at him, hit him, even. It was a selfish thought, because Sully would probably feel bad later for losing his temper, but damn, it’d make Bobby feel better to get the shit beat out of him.
He walked to the end of the hallway and waved Paava over. “I have to go talk to someone who knows Mando—that’s the young man in there. He’s a friend of someone I know. I just met him a few days ago…”
“Did he come to look for you, d’ya think?” Paava blinked and his eyes rounded. “Oh shit! I didn’t mean that like it’s your fault—”
“But it is.” Bobby raised his chin up a little, looking for a bit of confidence he needed severely. “Everything that happens here is my responsibility, and Mando even more so. I have to go find Sully and tell him. If he breaks my jaw, it will be less than I deserve.” Paava looked like he wanted to argue, but what he said came out far from aggressive.
“Sully? Tall guy, auburn hair, sexy—ah, nice eyes?” Bobby nodded then gulped as Paava went on, not because of what he was saying but because of the gorgeous hunk walking towards them. Bobby couldn’t take his eyes off Sully, the swagger he had that Bobby didn’t remember seeing before, the shoulders that seemed to have got even broader in just the past few days. Sully wasn’t smiling, either.
No, he looked furious, and Bobby was relatively sure Sully didn’t know about Mando.
He quietly said to Paava, “He’s headed this way. Does he know?” Paava wanted to turn and look, Bobby could tell by the way his neck twitched, the tendons standing out. “No, of course not. All he knows is you’re here taking care of something.”
Bobby grunted as Sully came closer, then he physically shook himself. “Yeah, all right.
Look, I’m leading him to the back room. It might be best to crank the music louder and absolutely don’t let anyone else come back.”
“Gotcha.”
Bobby didn’t wait. He sprinted, knowing Sully was coming for him. Somehow he’d never imagined the fear he’d feel in his fantasies of being followed by his mate, but then again, he’d never thought he’d have fucked up so hugely.
Chapter Seven
The second Sully saw Bobby, his pulse raced and it seemed all the blood rushed right to his groin. Sully had intended to come talk to Bobby, but now all he could think about was how tightly Bobby’s ass had gripped his dick, and those stimulating sounds Bobby made as Sully fucked him. Sully wanted to take him again, and again, and again until Bobby wouldn’t dare run from him.
Bobby spotted him and ran. Bastard! Granted, he wasn’t truly running, but he was certainly avoiding Sully. Sully and his leopard were in agreement—Bobby needed to learn that he belonged to Sully. Somewhere in the back of Sully’s brain, an alarm sounded, but his instincts were too great to resist and he set aside worry in favour of catching his prey.
When Bobby darted into a room labeled Storage, Sully grinned. Maybe Bobby wasn’t running after all. Sully hit the door before Bobby could close it, then he grabbed Bobby by the shoulders and spun him around. He pinned Bobby against the door, slamming it shut with their combined weight. Bobby’s ass fit perfectly against him and Sully growled, nosing Bobby’s nape as he ground against those tempting globes.
“I’m not happy with you at all,” Sully rumbled, just so that Bobby wasn’t mistaken.
“I—” Bobby began, but
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