Page 17 of The Shapeshifter’s Secretary (Charmed Away Temp Agency #3)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Tony was beyond grateful when they pulled up at the station. The war between wanting them to keep touching him and wanting them to stop, so he didn’t get too attached, was stressing him out. He practically melted with relief when Ghrid opened the door on Taron’s side to let them all out. Zephyr got out on his side, giving Tony more time to slide out on his own, leaning his weight on his cane. The treatment Zephyr gave him helped, but it still hurt to walk. Maybe if he’d had the chance to take Taron’s deal, he could’ve gotten a better prosthetic. It was too late to hope for that now.

He was surprised to see Taron’s friends waiting for them outside the gate to the demon realm. Did they need the co-CEO and the top lawyer in the company to let him go? He would’ve accepted the dismissal from Taron alone. Did they think he was going to try to argue?

That was disheartening, and his shoulders slumped a little. He was so distracted from his melancholy that he didn’t notice the demon approach until his gruff voice spoke beside them.

“No humans,” the demon barked.

It made Tony jump, and only Zephyr’s quick reflexes kept him from stumbling. He looked up at the demon standing guard outside the gate, glaring at him, a sneer on his face.

“Since when is that a rule?” Taron demanded, hands on his hips.

“Since now,” the demon snapped. “No humans.”

Tony wasn’t about to argue with the man, and he figured he’d just head home so they could have fun, but he forgot he wasn’t the only human there. And Mr. Hawksley didn’t like the discrimination toward his mate. He seemed to swell, and the surrounding energy went hazy like heat waves in the desert.

“That realm is my home,” he snarled, blood-red eyes glaring at the demon. “Are you saying my mate is unwelcome there?”

Uh oh. There was a definite threat to Mr. Hawksley’s behavior, and the glamor he wore kept flickering in and out, like he was having trouble controlling it. Tony only caught glimpses of horns and wings, and he was pretty sure he read somewhere that incubi were related to demons in some way. He didn’t know a lot about supernatural evolution.

A look of disgust passed over the demon guard’s face, and he made the mistake of turning that look toward Avery. Even Tony knew supernaturals were possessive of their mates. The demon guy just waved a big red flag in front of Mr. Hawksley. And apparently, all his friends. Taron’s figure faded into that black silhouette of angry energy, Mr. Van Buren started breathing smoke, and his mate, Isaac, had lightning coming off him like popcorn.

Only Zephyr kept his composure, though he was glaring at the demon. He tucked Tony against his side, protecting him from the angry supernaturals who were staring down the demon guard.

“Ozen?” an older voice asked. Mr. Hawksley didn’t look away from the threat to his mate, but the man who moved to his side looked eerily similar to him. Like him, but older. Family member maybe?

“What’s going on here?”

“This pissant is trying to ban humans from the realm,” Taron growled, his voice more gravelly and a little distorted from his shift.

The older man stiffened and turned his attention to the demon. “On whose authority?”

“Mine,” the demon said, lifting his chin stubbornly. “My clan will back me up. Humans don’t belong here. They should be in cages.”

Mr. Hawksley lost control of his glamor completely, dark horns appearing in his silver blonde hair. His wings were black, like a bat, and tipped in claws. He was… beautiful.

Tony felt a little like he was under water, the surrounding noises muffled. Warmth and pleasure danced over his skin, making him breathless, and he wobbled a little as he lost focus on his balance. All he could focus on was Mr. Hawksley.

“So pretty…” he murmured.

“Ozen, stop!” Taron’s voice cut through the white noise and the warm feeling drained out of him, leaving him a little shaky and confused. He stumbled a little and Zephyr caught him against his chest, keeping him from landing on his ass.

“Wha– What just happened?”

“It’s Ozen and his grandfather,” Zephyr murmured. “Volatile incubi can ensnare entire buildings if they don’t control their magic.”

Thankfully, he wasn't the only one who’d been affected. They had the attention of everyone in a fifteen foot radius. Several people looked dazed, especially those closest to the two incubi. Isaac was flushed, and he had a death grip on his mate’s pants leg. Even Taron was affected, if the bulge in his slacks was anything to go by. He didn't pay attention to it, glaring down at the demon who was now curled up on the floor.

Tony’s brows furrowed. “What happened to him?”

Someone snorted behind him, and when Tony looked over his shoulder, a pair of young men joined the group, both shooting smug looks at the demon on the ground.

“He had a run in with two powerful incubi is what happened,” one of them said, weaving through the group to plaster himself up against Mr. Hawksley’s grandfather.

The other smirked, following the first. “He shouldn’t have been stupid enough to piss them off. Now he’ll get to spend the rest of the night on the floor in a puddle of his own cum until someone takes him to get treated.”

Tony did a double take and, sure enough, the demon had a huge wet spot on the front of his pants. It was so big, it looked like he peed himself, and he was dripping onto the floor beneath him. He shot a wide-eyed look at one of the men, who lifted a shoulder.

“Are we still going to the club?”

His companion made a tick sound behind his teeth and cuffed the man, but neither moved away from the incubus holding them.

“Now, now. Behave,” the older incubus chided.

It was a little odd to be so nonchalant after an experience like that. Though, if they were far enough away, maybe they were unaffected? Meanwhile, despite the magic disappearing, the want was still there. Tony wasn’t sure he’d be comfortable going to the restaurant like they’d planned. His skin felt too tight, and he was way too focused on Zephyr holding him.

Mr. Hawksley still looked pissed, though his glamor was back in place. Avery was cuddled against his side, petting his chest and nuzzling against him, trying to soothe his agitated mate. Mr. Hawksley’s blood-red eyes flicked to Taron.

“I’m assuming that was your final destination?”

Taron looked a little sheepish, and he shot Tony an apologetic look before bobbing his head. “Yeah, pretty much. Drinks on me?”

Tony wanted to protest, but what would he even say? He was too turned on to go to a club? He’d rather go home and jerk off? Not that doing that ever went well. His left hand just didn't get the job done the way his right had. Maybe a club was better. He’d cool off eventually.

* * *

He was wrong. He was so very wrong.

He thought he had things under control, but he didn't consider who he’d be drinking with. Taron got them a table in the VIP section of the fancy club he’d escorted everyone to. Mr. Hawksley was still pissed off when they arrived, and in an attempt to soothe his friend, Taron decided to ply the man with shots. Very potent shots. Which left the incubus struggling to control his magic, perfuming the air around them with boner inducing lust.

“O-Ozen…” Avery panted. He was dealing with the brunt of the man’s attention, and apparently a drunk Mr. Hawksley was a horny Mr. Hawksley, because he kept groping his mate, audience be damned. “Maybe we should go home?” The last few words turned into a squeak as Mr. Hawksley’s hand started kneading Avery’s ass.

Isaac wasn’t any better. He’d given up trying to ignore it and was straddling his mate’s lap, full on making out with him while grinding his ass on Mr. Van Buren’s lap. Taron said they’d only been mated a few months, so they were still all over each other.

Tony watched it all with fascination. He was careful with drinking too much, he didn't want to mess with his balance, so he was relatively sober, but there was no escaping the hot and bothered feeling, and watching the two couples all over each other was a little like free porn.

A shudder rolled through him as a hand slid up his thigh. He looked over his shoulder at Zephyr, who hadn’t left his side since they arrived. Taron made the attempt at one point to drag Avery and Mr. Hawksley to the dance floor to give them all a break from the steamy energy, but Mr. Hawksley had refused, and Taron had given up, stepping out to get some fresh air to clear his head.

“You look flushed,” Zephyr murmured. His lips were only inches from Tony’s, a fact that Tony couldn’t seem to let go. His gaze dropped to the man’s mouth and stayed there. Was he a good kisser?

He’d been about to find out when Taron swooped in, dragging him away from his spot next to Zephyr and planting himself between them.

“Nope! We don’t touch while under the influence of an incubus,” Taron declared, shooting Zephyr a dirty look. “You know better.”

To his credit, Zephyr frowned, like he’d just realized what was happening. “I, uh…”

“You’re going to help me get Tony home in a minute. I just need to get the horny couples home before they– Isaac, no! No stripping the dragon in public!”

He was off like a shot again, trying to separate the couple that was as close to fucking as you could get without removing clothes. And Isaac was trying to fix that, having unbuttoned half of Mr. Van Buren’s shirt already. Taron seemed to struggle to get them apart, since he risked injury if he got too close. Tony didn’t want him hurt, so he thought maybe he could try and help. Hopefully, it wouldn’t blow up in his face like everything else did.

“Isaac. If you strip him here, everyone is going to see him naked,” Tony said loud enough to be heard over the music.

Isaac stiffened and finally broke the kiss, looking around the room with a dark glare. No one was actually looking at the two of them, anyone who’d gotten sucked in to Mr. Hawksley’s magic had their own partners and were groping each other somewhere nearby, but mates were possessive, and Tony had planted a seed in Isaac’s brain. He launched himself off his mate’s lap, grabbing his hand and pulling hard to get him moving.

“Fly me home, Maverick,” he demanded, bright pink hair in disarray from the heavy make-out session.

“Anything, my heart,” the dragon growled in reply. They both strode away without a backward glance, sporting erections they had no hope nor care to hide. Taron flashed him a grateful look, tipping his head towards the other couple.

“Any ideas for those two?”

Avery had given up trying to convince Mr. Hawksley to keep his hands to himself. He was pinned under his mate on the couch, grinding against him like he couldn’t get enough. They were worse off than the other two, and Tony wasn’t sure if the same tactic would work on them.

“I’ll get them both home,” a smooth voice said. Ah. Mr. Hawksley’s grandfather. He’d tagged along, but his ire cooled without alcohol, and he’d spent most of the night on the dance floor with his mates. One of which was a mage and had a teleportation spell at the ready.

“They’ll stay the night with us, since it’s closer. We’ve got a spare room. Will you three be okay on your own?” the older Mr. Hawksley asked.

“We’re fine,” Taron reassured him. “Thanks for your help.”

A loud moan came from the couple on the couch, though Tony wasn’t sure who it came from. The older Mr. Hawksley smirked and shook his head.

“That’s our cue to leave. Have a good evening.”

With a pop, they were gone, and the ardor in the air cooled to a more tolerable level. It didn’t mean that Tony was suddenly back to normal, he was still rock hard and needy, but he felt less like he’d been drinking heavily. Maybe he could at least get back to his apartment before giving in to the urge to beat off. He didn’t even care if he had to use his left hand anymore. He just wanted relief.