Page 5 of There’s a Way (Mythic Beast #2)

But here and now, I had to deal with this influencer, who had her camera out while asking us questions.

Will tried to change the subject by telling her the band had already began the process of writing new songs while on the road for this tour, but she wasn’t finished asking me about Drake Security.

“My information is that you work for Drake Security. Are you denying that?”

Before she asked the second part of the question, Cora jumped up on a table and ripped her shirt off so she was in a lacy black bra with her ripped abs showing. A few seconds later, the influencer’s camera moved off of us and onto Cora.

Will moved me away from the influencer and her camera as Marco jumped on the table to bump and grind with Cora. Someone turned the music up, and people started jumping on tables and dancing all over the room.

Clearly, I hadn’t thought through how public I should go with Will, but dammit, I’d meant it when I told him I wasn’t in the habit of hiding.

Panda nodded us towards an empty table, and I leapt onto it and gave Will a look I hoped came off as a challenge.

He put his hands on the table, pressed up into a handstand, made a quarter turn, put his feet down, stood on the table, turned me so my back was to his front, and helped me move and dance with him so I figured we looked good enough dancing together I wasn’t an embarrassment.

I mean, kissing Lord Byron was one thing, but dancing on a table with him while people had their phones pointed at us from all over the room was a completely different story.

“You got this,” Will told me, his mouth at my ear. “Relax into me. Lean your head back.” I did my best to relax, and leaning my head back so it rested on his shoulder helped.

“That’s it,” he said. “Feel the music. It’s just the two of us. Foreplay. Move your hips to the drums. God, my dick is so hard right now, maybe I’ll drag you out of here so it’s clear I can’t keep my dick out of you another moment, and then I can bring you back looking well-fucked all over again.”

I can dance. I know how to dance. I mean, I’m not as good as Bethany on Girls’ Night Out, but I can hold my own.

I bent my legs a little so I could move my hips more, and Will groaned from behind me, the vibrations in his chest moving through my own.

And then he did exactly as he said he would, and lifted me into his arms, jumped to the floor and kept going until we were out of the room and in one of the family bathrooms down the hall, where he sat me on the sink, drew a condom from his pocket, pulled his dick out, and rolled the condom on fast enough it was clear he’s well-practiced.

Meanwhile, I’d pulled my feet up so my heels were on the sink and my ass right at the edge with my pussy aimed for easy access, so all Will had to do was push my thong to the side and thrust into me, which he did without further foreplay, all at once, buried to the balls, and a long, low moan escaped that I think came from both me and the bear, which meant I had to push her down.

And, like a perfect gentleman, Will pushed his hands under my bent legs and then wrapped his arms around my body to hold my legs up so I didn’t have to, and to keep me from having to hold my body up over the sink behind me — and then he fucked me harder and faster than I thought humanly possible.

I’ve been fucked by some powerful vampires and shapeshifters, to the point one of them broke my pelvis and I had to change and heal.

A human can never compete with that, but Will was as strong as some of the weaker shapeshifters.

And while he fucked me, the scent of the Fae was stronger again, so perhaps there was some supernatural stuff going on that I didn’t understand, but all of that was in the back of my mind because Lord Byron rocked my world while he fucked me in that bathroom, so much friction, so much heat, I had to consciously keep from screaming my bliss.

And then he aimed for the spot inside me, and the scream came out anyway because an orgasm slammed into me like a freight train, or a rocket blasting off and into me, through me. Nothing existed except the pleasure coursing through my veins, Will’s cock inside me, and his arms around me.

It wasn’t until the orgasm faded that I realized Will had come into the condom while I was coming unglued.

He deposited it into the trash receptacle and then wet some paper towels and cleaned me up before he wiped himself down.

Finally, he helped me off the sink and then put his cock away and zipped his tiny little zipper back up.

It felt like my thong was back where it belonged, but I ran my hands under the miniskirt to make sure, and then smoothed the fabric back down.

“Matty says you work for Drake.”

It took my befuddled just-sexed brain a few seconds to realize he was asking about the conversation with the influencer.

“I didn’t lie when I told her where my paycheck comes from.”

“I know Cora works for Drake because she’s been my fake-girlfriend bodyguard when there was an elevated risk threat, and it wasn’t a coincidence that she jumped on the table to get the camera off you and onto her.”

“You’re smart. I like that about you. Let me get clearance to explain, and I will, but officially, my paychecks don’t come from Drake Security.”

He nodded and kissed my nose. “I suppose we’ll need to trade NDAs at some point, so I’m pretty sure that was as much of an answer as you can give.

I’ll wait until you can tell me more. Matty has said you’re a lab geek for Drake, so I figure that’s the truth, but we’ll go with your line when talking to others. ”

Okay, so he already knows who I work for, which meant I needed to fuck the protocol.

I wasn’t going to lie to this man right off the bat, but I still considered my wording carefully.

“Before I started leaving the lab to work in the field, it was okay for Matty to say where I worked. Once I started going out in the field, my status was moved to another lab.”

He nodded again. “Thanks for that. I look forward to hearing more of the story when you can tell it.” He looked in the mirror and back to me. “I’m presentable. You might want to smooth out your eyeliner.”

I looked in the mirror and ran a finger under my eye. I guess my eyes must’ve watered at some point and smudged one of them a little, but the finger swipe fixed it. Mostly.