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Šílené waited until the doors he had danced
through were closed before racing down the hallway to the nearest free
bathroom. He had learned at a very early age to never let anyone know he was
nervous or scared.
Or horny, and right now, his cock was so hard
he was about to explode. He barely made it into the bathroom and got the door
closed before he was ripping open his black skinny jeans and palming his cock.
Erotic images of the powerful enforcer in the dining room filled his mind as
he stroked his hand down his thick length, jerking his cock in a fast and
furious motion. The more he imagined, the harder he stroked himself.
Reece was a legendary enforcer whose exploits were told around the campfires
in the dark of night. He was spoken of in hushed whispers lest he come in the
night to exact punishment on those that did wrong.
And he was absolutely glorious.
Šílené had never laid eyes on anyone more
stunning. From the moment he had danced into Elder Hamilton's office earlier
in the week, Šílené had been spellbound. To have kissed the man, and been held
in his arms was more than Šílené could ever have dreamed.
And yet, he knew it was only a dream.
Šílené was not like other men. He was an omega
born alpha. No greater screw up had the gods ever perpetrated. He was not
meant to be an alpha, and yet he was. And that was how he knew Reece was
nothing but a dream. His life simply didn't go the way he wanted.
He desperately wanted to feel Reece's hands on him again, the man's lips
pressed against his own. He wanted to dream a little longer and pretend that
they could have more together. He wanted Reece to want him for just a little
while.
Šílené tightened his fist around his cock and
began making long strokes from root to tip. He ran his thumb over the
moist head, smearing the pre-come around and squeezing lightly.
Šílené bit his lip as his jerked his
hand up and down to the rhythm his hips were setting.
It didn't take long before his balls were
pulling up tight to his body. A web of arousal spun around him as he
squeezed his shaft, his thumb caressing over the leaking head. He growled when
he felt the tingle shooting up his spine
“Reece!” Šílené groaned as his cock
jerked wildly and then erupted. Ropes of pearly white seed shot out, hitting
him on his chest and under his chin. Šílené's
movements slowed as he gave himself a couple of extra tugs and then slumped
back against the wall.
His legs shook with effort to keep him
standing. As with all men after a good orgasm, he just wanted to curl up
somewhere and take a nap. He couldn't. He knew that. He was expected back in
the dining room.
As much as he didn't like it, Šílené
understood the reasons behind why the Feline Council wanted him to bond with a
guardian. He wasn't supposed to be an alpha, but he was. That didn't mean
anyone would take him seriously.
His eyes shifted as his cat came to the
surface when he heard the whisper of movement outside the bathroom door.
Šílené lifted his nose in the air and sniffed, but he couldn't smell anything
except his own spunk.
Not wanting to get caught jerking off in the
guest bathroom—even if that was exactly what he had been doing— Šílené cleaned
himself off and then tucked his cock back into his tight jeans. He wished he
had his tutu or something just as bright and colorful. Colors were his armor,
his shield against the world. Without it, he felt naked and exposed.
Elder Hamilton had requested that he tone it
down for dinner. As he was a guest in the elder's home, Šílené had done as the
man asked. He didn't take out his piercings simply because that wasn't a good
idea. The holes would close back up again. But he did tone down his clothes.
He could even be mistaken for being respectable.
Well, in some alternate universe anyway.
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