“I knew that when he walked into my house,” Derrick said, staring at Dorian as if insulted, and then turned back to Rick.
Okay, maybe it was Derrick that he was going to get into it with by the end of the day.
The man was more arrogant than Rick.
Dorian was starting to get the picture about changeling alphas and he didn’t like it.
He figured they had to be dominating to rule whatever they ruled, but that didn’t mean he liked how superior they acted.
He sat there and listened to Rick tell Derrick what was going on.
From the way Rick was telling the story, Dorian had learned a few things he hadn’t known.
Like how they had an inside man in the police department.
Dorian thought that only happened in the movies.
Dorian could hear the pain in Rick’s voice as he spoke of his dead nephew.
He had an urge to give the man a hug, but he stayed seated.
Dorian wasn’t sure a hug would be welcomed.
They were too busy trying to prove who had the bigger dick at the moment while using their protocols.
God forbid Dorian remind them that he had grown a dick of his own when he was in his mom’s womb.
He was just a human, after all.
“I’m not using the home in Wallington. You are more than welcome to stay there,” Derrick said as he leaned back in his chair.
“I’ll make a few phone calls and try to find out more of what’s going on with the werehyenas.”
Rick stood and shook Derrick’s hand.
“Appreciate you helping us.”
Dorian stayed seated.
He knew the pompous alpha wasn’t going to shake his hand.
But he did have manners.
“Thank you.”
Derrick ignored him.
Prick.
He was hungry as hell, but Dorian refused to ask if the man had something to eat.
Fuck him.
Dorian was ready to leave.
“Take a room upstairs and leave out first thing in the morning.”
Dorian groaned.
He did not want to be here, but had no choice.
As much as he hated working the deli department, he missed the place right about now.
He didn’t like being on the run.
He wanted the cuffs off.
And Dorian wanted his life to return to normal.
“Thanks,” Rick said.
Dorian walked out of the office behind Rick, cursing under his breath with every step.
He was ass deep in changeling life and didn’t know what to do about it.
He was human, damn it.
Dorian had read about vampires and changelings coming out a few years ago.
That didn’t make him an expert and he sure as shit didn’t expect to be caught up in their bullshit.
“Here.” Derrick tossed something at Rick.
Rick caught it and then smiled.
“Thanks.”
Dorian didn’t know what it was and Rick didn’t show him.
They walked up the steps leading to the second floor and into the first bedroom on the right.
Rick turned as soon as they cleared the doorway.
“Give me your hands.”
Raising them, Dorian watched as Rick slid a key into the small hole and twisted it, one cuff opening.
Rick released the other cuff and Dorian immediately began to massage the abused skin.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” Rick tossed the key onto the dresser.
“I’ll go get us something to eat.”
Dorian stood there in the room, alone.
He spotted a phone by the bed.
Sitting down on the mattress, he called his dad.
He knew his dad had to have heard about his great escape by now and didn’t want the man to worry about him. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
His dad was the best, and Dorian knew the guy was probably pacing back and forth in the living room right now while his mother told him to sit down a hundred times.
No one could ask for better parents.
“Where are you, son?” his dad asked, trying to keep the worry out of his voice but failing.
“Safe.”
“What in the hell is going on? The police came back by here telling us you escaped. Is there more going on that I need to know about? You know I’ll cover for you no matter what you’ve done, but you have to keep me in the loop if I’m going to lie to the cops.”
Dorian sighed.
He wanted to tell his dad everything, but the less his father knew, the better.
He didn’t want his family involved in this mess, even if his dad was willing to stick his neck out for Dorian.
“I’m trying to work it all out, but just so you know, I didn’t escape.”
His dad grunted.
“I believe you, but I don’t like it. Keep your head down and stay safe. Your mother is worried sick.”
In other words, his dad was worried sick.
“I will. I’ll call you when I know more of what’s going on.”
“You do that. I don’t like you on the run. But until this is all straightened out, keep hidden. I’m not visiting you behind bars. Call me if you need anything.”
God he loved his dad.
The man was the best freaking father any son could ask for.
“I will.”
Dorian hung up, wondering what in the hell he was going to do.
He didn’t fit in Rick’s world.
The thought alone scared the shit out of him.
Miguel should have never chosen Dorian as a sacrificial lamb.
What had the man been thinking?
The door opened and Rick walked in, a tray of food in his hand.
The smell hit Dorian hard, and his stomach began to growl loudly.
“There’s plenty here to choose from.” Rick set the tray down, grabbing a plate and then crossing the room, sitting on the floor by the closet.
“Eat up.”
Dorian jumped up, going over to the dresser in a hurry.
He was surprised to see such a wide selection.
There were barbeque chicken tenders, half a meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and even a bologna sandwich.
Dorian never thought he would be this freaking happy to see a damn bologna sandwich.
Piling a plate high with food, Dorian decided to sit on the floor as well.
He sat in front of the dresser, tearing into his food as if someone were going to snatch his plate away any second.
After half his food was devoured, he glanced up at Rick.
“Now what?”
Rick chewed, and then swallowed.
“We head out in the morning.”
Dorian was glad they weren’t staying here.
It must have shown on his face.
“Two alphas shouldn’t occupy the same space for too long. Things tend to get hairy.”
He wasn’t sure if Rick was saying it as the two would shift, or if he was saying it like things would get out of hand.
Either way, Dorian didn’t want to find out.
Wherever this Wallington place was, Dorian was more than happy to stay there instead.
Two alphas in the same room was downright nerve-racking.
Being on the run from the cops was enough for him right now.
He didn’t want any more issues added into the mix.
“So, Dorian, tell me about yourself.”
Dorian stopped chewing.
That had come out of nowhere.
What in the hell did the man want him to say?
“I like long walks, puppy dogs, and candlelit dinners.”
Rick paused in chewing, studying him.
He swallowed, a guarded expression on his face.
“Are you serious?”
For the second time since all of this happened, Dorian found himself laughing.
The relief coming from Rick could be felt in the room.
It was that deep.
“Thank fuck,” he murmured, but Dorian heard him.
Maybe he should have said yes.
That would help sway Rick into dumping him as a candidate.
But, as much as Dorian wanted to throw Rick off of his trail, he knew he couldn’t lie.
Sometimes it sucked being honest.
* * * * Rick opened his eyes, noticing that it was still night.
He wasn’t sure why he had awakened.
He stilled when he felt a warm body next to his.
There shouldn’t be anyone in his bed.
Wait.
This wasn’t his room.
As he lay there, everything started coming back to him.
Dorian.
Rick lay there staring at the man, hearing his breathing.
It wasn’t even like it should be if Dorian were asleep.
Slowly, the human opened his eyes and stared at Rick.
Not sure if he was doing the right thing, Rick placed his hand around the back of Dorian’s neck and pulled him close.
He thought the human would protest, but Dorian willingly came to him.
Rick caressed Dorian’s lower lip with his thumb as he pulled the man to him, cursing under his breath before crushing their mouths together.
Dorian stayed closedmouthed for a moment, and then he opened to Rick.
Sweeping his tongue inside the warm, wet cavern, Rick could feel his cock thickening at the taste of Dorian.
He could also feel Dorian quivering next to him.
Rick wasn’t sure why he was doing this.
He wasn’t looking for a mate.
But in the dark shadows of the night, he was looking for a lover.
And if Dorian wasn’t protesting, Rick was going to slate both their needs.
Rick’s tongue slid over satiny inner cheeks, strong, even teeth and danced languidly with Dorian’s tongue.
Reaching between them, Rick felt that Dorian only wore his boxers to bed.
Good.
It would make gaining access that much easier.
He could feel how hard Dorian was and knew the man was just as horny as he was.
Pulling the man’s cock from the slit of his boxers, Rick ran his thumb over the leaking slit as he continued to kiss the man.
Their moans echoed through the room as their tongues dueled and tasted each other.
Rick broke the kiss.
“Take them off.”
Dorian quickly slid his boxer’s off, Rick tossing his own aside and then positioned Dorian into the sixty-nine position, placing the human on top.
Wrapping his lips around the head of Dorian’s cock, Rick began to suck, his tongue tracing the veins, his cheeks hollowed.
Dorian took Rick’s dick to the back of his throat, making Rick moan around Dorian’s shaft.
The wet slurping sounds of Dorian’s mouth sliding up and down Rick’s erection, sucking hard, made Rick almost come.
The noise was erotic as hell to his ears.
The man definitely knew how to suck dick and was damn good at it.
Rick thrust his hips upward toward Dorian’s mouth, pumping furiously with short, even strokes.
He wanted to get off.
The building orgasm was driving Rick mad.
Grabbing Dorian’s hips, Rick pushed and pulled on the man, sucking Dorian’s cock down before letting it slide back out.
The human’s balls were drawn tight to his body, telling Rick that Dorian was just as close as he was.
Pleasure pooled at the base of Rick’s spine and tingled along his nerves.
He quickly swallowed Dorian down as he felt the man’s hot seed spilling down the back of his throat.
Smelling Dorian’s release, Rick shot his hips forward, burying his cock deep in the man’s throat as he grunted around Dorian’s softening shaft.
His cock exploded, ribbons of spurting seed were swallowed quickly by his lover.
Rick eased Dorian from between his lips, feeling boneless.
Now that was what he needed.
Without a word, Dorian slid from Rick and stretched out on the bed beside him.
Rick knew that what they just shared was nothing more than two people reaching for each other in the middle of chaos and confusion.
So why did he have an urge to pull the man close and cuddle him?