14
The Circus
LOTHAIR
After the insaneday we’d had, the silence in my bedroom felt eerie. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows on the white wall opposite my bed. One of Terry’s legs bathed in the sunlight, the soft curly hair on his shin shimmering. Had it truly been only this morning that I found out he was mine?
I opened my mouth over Terry’s collarbone and licked his skin. My hard, ridged cock rubbed against his hip as I moved closer to him. I was wearing my softest underwear, but even so, the fabric chafed. The bonding made my cock hypersensitive, and I just wanted to be naked twenty-four seven. Preferably with Terry’s mouth on me. Or his dick in me… I wasn’t picky.
I was calling him Terry in my head now, and it felt right. Terrance had been my bodyguard—a stuck-up, infuriatingly hot alpha whom I enjoyed annoying even as he frustrated me no end.
But Terry… Terry was my mate, warm and sweet, cuddling me to his chest and humming contentedly when I kissed around his nipple.
One day, he might let me fuck him. I wouldn’t push—I was kinda hoping that he’d get there by himself and ask me. Then I would tease him until he begged me.
Right now, though, I was primed and ready to beg him myself.
“Terry.”
“Mmm?” He skimmed his hand over my shoulder and pressed his lips to my forehead. Fuck, he was perfect. All those hard muscles, his long body, his voice, the scent of him… I reached for his erection and ran my thumb over the distinct bumps under his cockhead. There were five of them, and a sixth one seemed to be forming, getting more pronounced by the hour. Terry hissed when I teased the hard bumps, making the satiny skin of his erection slide over them.
“Terry, would you?—”
My phone rang, pulling me out of this blissful moment.
“For fuck’s sake. What now?”
I grabbed the offensive device only to spot my manager’s name on the screen. I groaned.
“I’m turning it off.”
“Take it. It could be important.”
I scowled.
Terry sat up. “Take it, Lothair.” His tone didn’t allow for any argument.
And I’d promised to be good.
I sighed.
I barked into the phone. “What?”
“Hi, Lothair. We have a problem.” I could hear it in Carlos’s tone. This was serious.
“Spit it out.”
“The tabloids picked up the story of your traffic accident. They’re spinning it so that it was your fault.”
With his shifter hearing, Terry could easily follow the conversation. His face turned stony, eyes flashing.
“How? I was literally attacked.”
Carlos burped softly before continuing. “Sorry.” He’d probably consumed one pack of Tums already. “An article is being shared all over social media right now saying that you were speeding recklessly through Brentwood in your bright-orange convertible while cute dogs and innocent children jumped out of your way. Allan Caspian has already called to tell me we need to take care of this, or he will, and I quote,consider the impact of your changing public image on our upcoming projects.”
Meaning my grand movie career would go up in smoke, and I might as well join the circus.
“What the fuck?” Terry mouthed.
