Chapter Four – Assholes Aren't Supposed to Be Yummy
Was that the aircraft that would take them to Pinemoor? Jack had a mind to slap his forehead and become an internet meme, because there was no way their arrival at the lands of Ryder's pack would go unnoticed. Weren't they supposed to be stealthy or something? Ha! Not even the mighty Theodore Pembroke had a stealth plane. Served him right, the asshole. He needed to feel how it was to not have things, even if the thing he didn't have was a multi-million gazillion dollar toy.
Jack followed Theodore with his eyes, as the asshole billionaire strode with confidence toward his plane. No one would guess that the guy had just been in a fight for his life only a few hours earlier. It had to be nice to be a wolfshifter. All that awesome self-healing – yummy.
Yummy, Jack's mind repeated as he stared at Theodore's broad back and trim waist. Since he was now only wearing a cashmere sweater and dress pants, Theo was showing off his body like he was about to start undressing like a stripper. He also had a good ass on him.
Since when was Jack staring at sexy man asses?
He needed to look elsewhere. His eyes fell on the huge Pembroke Industries logo painted on the side of the aircraft.
"Are you kidding me?" Jack moaned loudly.
"What's the problem?" Theodore hissed, turning to face him.
Their eyes met for a moment, making Jack gulp. The wolf's eyes were burning an intense blue. Jack stole a glance around, but the others didn't seem to notice.
"You're practically advertising that we're coming," Jack said, pointing out the obvious.
"Cassandra will know we are coming anyway," Ryder said. "She has her cards and crystal ball."
"Yeah, I know, but still," Jack commented. "This guy's such a showoff. I can't believe we have to kiss him."
"What?" Danny asked.
Oops. What the heck was wrong with his mouth? Why did he let that tidbit slip out? The cards were obviously saying that even more would be involved, and kissing had to be a gateway-drug to ass-fucking—
"Don't ask," Jack replied to Danny's startled question, waving one arm quickly. "Let's get to Pinemoor and be ready to smack some sense into some witches."
"Is there more than one?" Danny asked, looking frightened.
"Supposedly not. But I refuse to think that she's working alone," Jack said. At least, at this point, the cards pointed to the existence of only one witch. Hopefully, there weren't more than one. That would make things terribly, but terribly complicated.
"What was that all about just now?" Vince whispered, catching him from behind in a quick hug. "What is this about having to kiss Theodore?"
"It's freaking weird," Jack complained, also keeping his voice low. "You and I, Vee, we will have to deal with that sexy asshole who's about to fly us to Pinemoor."
"Deal how?" Vince asked. "We're going to help him get his pack back, right?"
"Yeah," Jack said, letting out a long sigh. "Only we might have to, you know, bend the knee."
"Bend the knee? What's that supposed to mean?"
They couldn't dally. Everyone else was already inside the plane. Jack leaned against Vince's large chest, enjoying the warmth seeping into him through his hoodie, despite both of them being completely dressed.
"The cards aren't showing me the full X-rated picture, but you and I will have to become Theo's bit—I mean, mates. Yeah, mates. Which may likely include some serious mounting. I mean, I don't know about you, but I'm sure to be the guy to take it, right?"
"Are you two coming already?" Theodore asked, sounding annoyed as heck.
Jack almost bit his tongue off. The wolfshifter was standing in the aircraft door, looking down at them. Yummy was again the only word coming to his mind. A rebellious strand of blond hair had escaped the perfect thousand-dollar haircut and curled against his forehead. His thick eyebrows were knitted in a frown, and his lips looked like they'd be really sweet when kissed.
Yummy, even.
No, no, Theodore Pembroke was an asshole, and assholes weren't supposed to be yummy.
"You'll have to tell me more later," Vince whispered in Jack's ear. "I don't think the mounting stuff applies to me. Because your very own Theodore Pembroke looks at me like he's about to bite my head off."
He was. Jack had to agree, because Theo's eyes weren't burning blue anymore, but they sure as hell looked murderous while taking in Vince.
Oh, no. This wasn't good. Why couldn't those cards be a little more explicit? Just a little? Because Jack had no idea what he would do if he was ever required to intervene between an angry wolf and a strong—
He took a good look at Vince. The guardian didn't seem impressed as he engaged in a staring contest with the wolfshifter.
Vince was a bear, Jack decided. Who would win between a wolf and a bear? Stay tuned for our next thrilling wildlife documentary.
***
A storm was brewing, and it didn't have only to do with what fate had prepared for him at Pinemoor. Theodore had no doubt left in his mind; he would kill Cassandra, bathe in her foul blood and have his revenge. There was no after to worry about. It didn't matter, as long as he succeeded in making that horrible clairvoyant die for what she had done to his pack.
To push away any other stray thoughts that had nothing to do with getting his revenge, he focused on flying the aircraft. His wolf was turning into a barbaric beast now that they were close to obtaining his heart's darkest and deepest desire.
That had to be the only explanation for his wolf's reaction at the sight of the two humans. The clairvoyant and the other – the strong one who had committed the sin of injuring him with the alpha-killing weapon.
What his wolf was whining for made no sense. In a fraction of a second, Theodore had envisioned an impossible scene. It involved him mounting the clairvoyant's puny body with abandon, and not with the intention of destroying him. As for the other human, he had almost felt, physically felt, those strong arms wrapping around him from behind, while firm lips brushed his ear, encouraging him to—
He set his jaw hard. His wolf needed to remain dormant until Theodore needed him. Under the influence of those lustful thoughts, he was beginning to lose control of his own body.
Those were impossible thoughts. Revenge was the only thing that mattered. The Luna's Sentinels didn't matter to him, and since their alpha was sitting by his side, he needed to say a few things to him.
"I will kill her," Theodore announced out loud. "But afterward, I want nothing to do with your pack, your mate, or you."
"As you wish," Asherman replied. "A wolf without a pack--"
"There's no need for you to remind me of my fate."
There really wasn't. As a wolf – an alpha nonetheless – without a pack, he was destined to lead a lonely, miserable life until the end of his days.
"You are welcome to join us."
Asherman's words made his nostrils flare. He didn't need the pity of this alpha who still had a pack to save. Envy and pain made the heart rot after a while.
"Are you relinquishing your pack to me, alpha?" Theodore took his eyes off the controls for a moment and threw the other alpha a wolfish grin.
"You know that's impossible," Asherman replied calmly.
"Of course." Theodore scoffed and focused on piloting the plane. "I should have killed you when I had the chance. Then I might have taken your pack, since it would have been left without an alpha."
Not one speck of truth lived in his words. They would never be his pack, and Theodore didn't want them. But he needed to lash out, which only went to show how low he had sunk over these lonely years.
"You are so full of… nonsense," the field mouse suddenly intervened in their conversation. When he had managed to drag himself from the comfortable seats in the back to here was beyond Theo. Although the annoying cinnamon scent should have warned him that the clairvoyant was incapable of sitting in one place like an obedient human.
Which he obviously was not.
"What do you mean?" Asherman asked the clairvoyant.
"Theo here is going to rebuild his pack. The cards say so."
That again. That painful jolt that cursed his heart to feel again. The human clairvoyant was cruel.
"I do not believe a word leaving your mouth," Theodore said, more to convince himself than the field mouse. "And stop calling me that grating nickname. I have never had my name shortened in my life."
"I bet," Jack said. "Anyway, we're close, right?"
"Can you feel her power?" Asherman asked.
"Yeah," Jack admitted in a faint whisper. "And it's bad."
The field mouse was frightened. Theodore's wolf growled inside himself. For unfathomable reasons, his wolf was convinced the puny human belonged to him.
***
It might not have been very long since Jack had discovered his gift for reading wolfshifters' futures in the ordinary cards he had, or the crystal ball that wasn't made of crystal, but so far, he'd been right about everything. Vince observed his cute companion, while Jack stole looks he thought sly at Theodore, who was piloting the aircraft with the assured ease of someone who had done so many times before.
"Tell me more about those cards and what they're saying." Vince pulled Jack underneath his arm, enjoying the way the spunky hedgehog leaned against him. Usually, Vince didn't go for guys who were on the small, skinny side, not because he didn't like them, but because he worried he might get too energetic and hurt them by accident while pounding their cute asses.
He had none of those hang-ups when it came to Jack. Apparently, all it took was a cute hedgehog with an attitude to make him start considering that, with enough care, he could actually enjoy the pounding he had in mind for the skinny guy in question.
"It's nuts, I'm telling you," Jack whispered, his eyes now never leaving the back of Theodore's head. "I mean, I haven't even ever thought of getting freaky with guys before."
"You seem to like me well enough," Vince teased.
"Yeah. Because you're likeable," Jack said.
"Really? I thought you didn't like me roughing you up. I did have to work a little to get the truth out of you."
"Yeah, because I thought you were a civilian, not a freaking guardian," Jack shot back. "Also, you're not as rough as you think you are. I might like it if you were the guy to get me naked and spread them."
Vince had to look away for a moment and control the semi twitching in his jeans. Jack's blabbering might not mean anything, but Vince had discovered that he really liked the guy. Since they were about to confront a powerful witch, it seemed that he needed to get his priorities in order. He had to make his cock behave for sure.
"But the cards say otherwise," he pointed out in a cool voice.
Jack turned his head to stare at him. He maintained eye contact for far longer than was necessary. "I thought you'd jump at the opportunity to tell me that you'd be honored to mount my skinny ass."
"Not if you're destined for Theodore Pembroke," Vince pointed out. Although he rarely faced rejection from guys, he wasn't crazy enough to believe that he would stand a chance against a fated mate. Therefore, his cock needed to chill.
"Tsk, tsk, Vee, aren't you forgetting something?" Jack gestured between them with his hand. "We are both destined for Theodore Pembroke. And with fate and all that, it's not like you have a choice."
"By the way Theodore stared at you, like he's about to eat you, I don't doubt that you and he are going to do the horizontal cha-cha. As for me, I bet he wants to fight me, but only because I'm in the way between him and you."
"Nah, nah, come on, Vee. You know the cards only tell the truth. We need to be entangled with him. Both of us. And it doesn't look like a spiritual thing or something I could work with."
Vince examined Jack. The clairvoyant's eyes were on Theodore Pembroke again. He was worrying his bottom lip, biting on it from time to time with his front teeth that made him look like a cute rodent.
"The way your eyes are boring into his sexy back, it's sure as hell not only spiritual."
"What are you saying?" Jack asked, looking miffed over having been caught staring. "I mean, he's only a freaking billionaire, with the body of a Greek god, the eyes of a Nordic supermodel, and hands that look like they might snap me in half, but in the good way--"
"Okay, okay, you don't have to sell him to me," Vince said. "Obviously, the fact that I saw you first means squat shit when alpha wolves, their packs, and fate are involved."
"Wait. Are you saying that you want to put your big thing in my small thing?" Jack asked. He pushed his glasses up on his nose and gave Vince what was supposed to be a stern stare.
Vince shrugged. "Why are you acting so surprised? I'm gay, and you're cute."
Jack huffed. "I have nothing against you being gay, but you have terrible taste. Terrible!" he said a bit too loudly, while chopping the air with one arm.
"I have perfect taste," Vee said with a smile. "So, Theodore Pembroke is a walking wet dream and you're slated by fate to mate with him. What's the issue?"
Jack pushed himself in Vince's face, bringing himself way too close for his own good. Despite what fate was saying, Vince had a mind to cradle Jack's head in his hands and give him a hard kiss on the lips.
"The issue," Jack whispered, feigning a funny accent that must have been inspired by a cartoon character – the carrot-loving kind – "is that I've never had anything in my tiny thing, if you catch my drift. My other thing has never been in other things, either."
"Wait," Vince said, frowning a smidge. "Are you a virgin? A complete virgin?"
"Yep," Jack admitted. "And I've never thought of getting banged by alpha wolves while howling naked through the woods. Or getting banged at all. Or banging. Vee," he said, turning again to stare at Vince through his thick glasses, "I'm a virgin, and I am supposed to have sex. What am I going to do? I don't even swing that way. Or any way. Yes, if I think about it, I've never ever thought of having sex. Is that weird?"
"No, it's not," Vince hurried to assure him. "And if you don't want to have sex at all, that is fine. If I can keep my dick in my pants, no matter how cute I think you are, Theodore Pembroke will do the same."
"Are you going to protect me?" Jack asked, making puppy eyes at him.
"Without a doubt. The cards must have spooked you for no reason, Jack. As long as you don't want to, you will not have sex. I promise you."
"Thanks," Jack replied, his shoulders slumping wearily. "But what if I want to have sex?"
"Do you?" Vince asked pointedly.
Jack's eyes traveled to Theodore again. Vince had seen that look enough times to know what it meant. However, Jack needed to come to terms with the changes happening inside his mind in his own time. Theodore would behave if he wanted his pack back and Jack was the key. After all, the cards might just be talking about a spiritual connection, not a physical one.
"I'm a virgin, and I'm suddenly a slut," Jack murmured.
"What? How?" Vince had to admit that he was starting to feel a bit at a loss when it came to understanding Jack's convoluted logic.
"A certain part below," Jack pointed at his lap, "reacts." He said the last word in such a low whisper, Vince had to lean close to hear him. "My dick."
"I believe you didn't leave a lot of room for uncertainty," Vince replied promptly. "But your mind is telling you something else, right, Jack? Maybe that you don't truly want this. And no one should try to convince you otherwise."
"Do you think it could be my lack of sex life from before is actually what's bothering me?" Jack asked, scooting closer to Vince and placing one forearm on Vince's thigh.
"You're not interested in sex usually, right?"
"I haven't been. Until now." Jack gestured with his chin at Theodore. "Now I only have to look at that guy or you, and I get sudden urges. Really, it feels like an itch. I'm a slut trapped in a virgin's body. I can totally see myself taking a huge--"
Jack stopped abruptly. Theodore had just turned his head and threw them both a venomous look. Vince was getting tired of this. He'd tell Pembroke later that there was no need to be jealous. As a guardian, Vince understood his role quite well.
"Vee, how am I going to have dick in my life, when I've never had dick in my life?" Jack blurted out as if he had kept those words in his throat for as long as Theodore had given them the evil eye.
"Do you want to have dick in your life?"
"I totally do. Even now, the more I look at that yummy asshole, the more my tongue wants to lick him all over."
"Well, there's a first time for everything," Vince said.
He grunted as Jack accidentally pushed his bony elbow right into his crotch. It wasn't that painful. Only a bit too arousing, because his cock was hard and ready to be touched.
"Will you help me, Vee?"
"Yeah, sure. But how?"
Jack pressed his elbow harder against Vince's hard-on, obviously without realizing what he was doing, caught up as he was in his own drama.
"You'll have to show me your dick. I'm sure it's pretty big. Then I'll take measurements and compare them with my hole--"
"If you continue to elbow me in the dick, there might not be anything left of it to show to you," Vince said.
"Oh fuck," Jack exclaimed and pulled his arm away, blushing up to his eyeballs.
Vince sighed in temporary relief. They were heading toward an unknown disaster, and his cock was thinking of nothing else other than the way Jack's elbow hadn't actually felt that bad pressed against it.
TBC