I didn’t fully understand everything, but it made sense in my heart and soul. Auðr and I have always meant to be. It didn’t matter what year it was or what species we would find each other. That’s the kind of destiny I can get on board with. The sort of destiny that makes having to share even a drop of blood with that sperm donor is worth it. It’s worth it when it means I get to kiss Auðr.
Sure, the steering wheel was uncomfortably prodding my spine, but that didn’t matter. A little pain was nothing in comparison to the pleasure of touching Auðr’s bare chest, of how his tongue entwined his mine, of how his fingers felt as they danced their way under my shirt. I gasped as we suddenly moved. Auðr had pulled the lever to recline his seat back, so now I wasn’t simply in his lap but lying on top of him. Am I a top? Is Auðr a bottom? I didn’t know, but I couldn’t wait to figure that out. I know there’s still a lot we need and should be talking about. But why waste Auðr’s lips on words when kissing is sooo much better? We were really getting into this kiss. Everything around us faded out of existence. I don’t know when my shirt was removed. I hadn’t even registered that we’d broken the kiss for the moment necessary for it to be tugged off. It didn’t matter. I was all about skin-to-skin contact. The sparks of the mate bond were already driving me crazy, just kissing and touching Auðr. And now that our chests could touch, those sparks intensified. For being a self-proclaimed demisexual, I was not behaving that way. I was grinding against Auðr, growling into our kiss each time our dicks touched through our clothes. I wanted less fabric between us. I wanted to see the hard cock that I felt through the denim. I wanted to touch, lick, and suck it. I wanted to be fucked by it. I didn’t care that a rental car on the side of the road was likely not the best place for it. I just knew what I wanted: Auðr, all of him. A sharp tapping on a window caught our attention, pulling us out of the mate bond haze. I begrudgingly pulled back from the kiss, resting my hands on Auðr’s chest as I sat up and looked around. The windows were fogged up from our make-out session. I furrowed my brow, seeing a blobby shape through the window before the knocking on the window happened again. The cool-ish mountain summer air entered the car as the door opened. “There are better, less obvious, and public places to park if you’re looking to fuck in the back seat of a car.” David taunted. He was dressed in his state trooper uniform, arms folded. While the uniform and posture said ‘serious,’ the slight upturn of his lips and the laughter in his blue-green eyes said ‘joking.’ What is it with people cockblock today? First, it was Alpha Logan, and now it’s David. Alpha Logan had a valid reason, and I bet David will, too. It doesn’t make me any less frustrated. “Stripper Bryant.” Auðr nodded. “Now I get it.” “Seriously? Do you and River introduce me to everyone you know that way? I have a name.” David rolled his eyes. “Pretty much.” I grinned, using some of Eclipse’s confidence not to blush or dive for my shirt. I’m confident in my nudity—I’m not saying I’m not—but a part of me is super embarrassed to be caught in this situation, even more so that David caught me. I probably wouldn’t bat an eye if it were someone in my family. I wouldn’t need Eclipse’s confidence to stay on Auðr’s lap. “What are you even doing out here? Shouldn’t you be, oh, I don’t know, home with your mate and kid? Or did you pick up extra shifts?” I asked. “And where’s Red?” I asked, looking through the back window and seeing an empty patrol car through the slowly defogging window. “Let me guess. You’re here as a favor to Sage’s family or Logan’s orders. Did not one tell you Sage checked in and was safe with their mate?” Auðr asked, being all casual as he continued to rub circles with his thumbs on my sides absently. “Oy, could you not?” David rolled his eyes, gesturing to Auðr’s hands on me. Auðr smirked but didn’t stop. He’s trying to annoy David. I’m not sure to what end. Probably to the point that David would leave us alone. Not a bad plan. I could get on board with that idea. I know I’d like to get back to kissing and seeing how much hotter and heavier things could get. Perhaps put fooling around on hold just long enough to park somewhere more private, as David suggested. “Trust me, Sage, I’d rather be home with my mate and kid. Instead, I got sent out looking for you because you ran off after eclipsing the room. It worried a lot of people, especially your mom. And yeah, I knew you checked in. I was heading back when I saw the fogged-up car and matched the license plate to the rental Léonel provided.” David shrugged. “Sooo you intentionally pulled over to cockblock me? Who wronged you when you were my age? Have I ever cockblocked you to require this retaliation?” I asked. “It’s a rite of passage in Bloodmoon, kid. You’ll live.” David smirked. “Now then. People in their seats, seats in their upright positions, clothes on, and find somewhere else to park. You’re just outside pack territory, so human authorities might cross your path if you stay here.” David banged on the roof. “Oh, and Sage, make sure you’re both using condoms. Musicians fuck around, and being immortal doesn’t mean he can’t be a carrier.” David pointed at Auðr. “Oh my god!” I exclaimed, officially wanting to die of embarrassment. I could handle getting caught shirtless, making out in a car with my mate. I could handle banter with David while Auðr touched my sides. But this? David not only reminded us to use condoms, which, duh, I passed sex ed, but he just implied Auðr might have something simply because he’s a musician. I wanted to sink into oblivion. ‘I want to bitch slap David like you did Rune last night.’ Eclipse growled. Eclipse was angry, while I was embarrassed and angry. Keeping an angry Eclipse in check isn’t the easiest thing. I struggled to tug him back, but he gained enough control to speak his mind. Eclipse turned my head to look at David and glared. “Sage likes. River likes you. I’m generally okay with you. For those reasons, this is your only warning. Speak that way to or about our mate again, and I’ll be apologizing to your mate and son.” Eclipse growled. “Whoa…” David held his hands up. “Relax, Eclipse. Just be safe and find somewhere else to be.” With a heavy sigh, I yanked Eclipse back. There was no need for him to threaten David. He was looking out for us while teasing us. It’s how he is. Outside of the comment about Auðr, he had a good point. We should take this somewhere else. Preferably somewhere with a bit more space than this car offered. “We’ll move.” I conceded. I didn’t want to get off Auðr’s lap, but I had to. So, I climbed back into my seat. While I located and put my shirt back on, Auðr put his seat upright. He was still shirtless and so fucking hot, with his hair a mess and tattoos on display. Shit. Is my hair a mess? Probably. Worth it. “You can run along now, wolf.” Auðr smiled, fangs showing as he pulled his door closed. He didn’t give David a chance to say bye. Auðr turned the car back on and pulled back onto the road. I glanced back to see David still standing there, shaking his head. He was far away, but I swear he looked amused before returning to his car. I turned my attention back to my mate. I didn’t know where we were going, and I didn’t care. I was in as long as it was with Auðr, and somewhere we could be uninterrupted. “So… where are we going?” I asked after a couple of moments. “Well, if we want to be somewhere, your pack isn’t going to drop in on us,” Auðr paused, contemplating our destination. “We can go to my hotel room.” He offered. “Is that okay with you?” Alone in a hotel that’s probably nicer than I’ve ever been since he’s here on his record’s dime. Alone in a hotel room with Auðr. So many naughty thoughts popped into my head. I licked my lips, thinking about everything we could do in his hotel room. Would he have brought anyone else to the room? Like before he met me. I mean, I don’t know when the band got to town. Would I want to get frisky in a place where he’d slept with someone else? “Sage?” Auðr squeezed my thigh. “You’re overthinking. Why don’t you tell me what you’re thinking so I can dispel any inaccuracies.” I sighed. We’re not even marked, and Auðr was picking up on how I think. “It’s stupid.” I shook my head. “If it’s bothering you and causing you to make that face, it’s not stupid. So, tell me.” Auðr assured me. “Fine. I was just wondering if you’d been in town long enough to have brought other people to your hotel room for sex.” I admitted. “See. Not stupid. You already know I’ve slept with people before we met.” Auðr said. “That’s not you telling me no,” I said, looking at him incredulously. “Relax, Skittles.” Auðr chuckled. “I haven’t slept with anyone since I arrived in Portland. The only people in my room who aren’t hotel staff cleaning have been the band.” I let out a breath I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding. I knew worrying about something like that was stupid, but I feel better knowing. “Thanks. And in that case. Sure, let’s go to your hotel.” I happily agreed now that I wasn’t worried about who else might be in bed with him.Sorry for the delay. I was sick the other day and didn't get anything written. Gotta love David and his timing lol.
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