Whirlwind Revolution (22 page)

“Babe, do you—” I realized I was talking to myself.
Oh hell no.
I tuned my ears in to Torr and heard him muttering two hallways away. I took off after him, not even slowing down when I swung him up into my arms. “Our room?”

“Go fuck your dog,” he seethed. “Make some
videos
.”

“Room, Torr,”
I ordered. He shivered in my arms—that good kind of one—and I almost tripped in shock. Something to explore later.

He pointed out the way and I barely took note of my surroundings. When we reached the massive apartment suite, I felt a thrill go through me. “Yeah, this is ours. Not only yours.”

“What?” he gasped, blinking up at me and losing all anger.

“I just realized it was more than the bed,” I admitted as I kicked the door closed and found the master bedroom. “It was like I was living in the shadow of everyone else and your title. Here we can start fresh and make it
us
and
ours.
”

That was exactly what the room said to me. It was blank, a clean slate for all the mistakes and with limitless possibilities. Granted, the air was stale from being closed up so long, waiting for a change like Torr and me.

“No, I’m still pissed at you.” He crossed his arms over his chest and even stuck out his lower lip a little.

I raised an eyebrow down at him now that we were alone in our room. “Did you have my stuff moved in here from the owl wing?” He sighed and nodded to a stack of boxes in the corner. “Good, mate.”

“If you were my mate, you wouldn’t be kissing ex-lovers.” I decided to let the comment go and tossed him on our new massive mattress, already set up, with wrought iron frame, and bedding on.

“I was saying goodbye,” I explained as I quickly moved around the room to get what I needed. “Chicago’s young, Torr. He’s barely dated, and I bet he’s never had to find closure before. He lost his parents, who died trying to protect their family and get the information to save all paranormals. He has a good,
innocent
heart and was probably freaking he messed things up with us but still didn’t know what to do about the confusion I saw in his eyes.”

“So kissing him won’t happen again?”

I glanced at him, sitting there crossed legged on the bed, twisting his hands, and head down. “Maybe if I want to make my lynx a little jealous so he takes me to bed and is a complete animal, wild and passionate, like I love. But no.” I set up my camera on the tripod and plugged it in since it didn’t have any juice left. Then I found the box with my toy collection and brought it over by Torr.

“What are you doing, Hadley?”

“Making a better video than the last one I made,” I answered evenly. “That one was for someone else. This time it’s for me and the star of my choosing.” Then I glanced at my toy box. “And we’re going to need more than this.” I studied the room and smiled at the corner near the walk in closet. “Yeah, I see a
massive
chest there, like a pirate one that has a big padlock. It will hold all our
fun
time stuff and I’ll keep the key. You’ll know it’s time to play when I pull it out.”

“Oh,” he breathed. I heard some tearing and realized he’d shredded his pants in getting them off. Yup, I’d nailed that one the head. It wasn’t that I’d made a video or a hundred.

He thought I hadn’t wanted one of
him
. I had factored
him
into my kinks. Silly, lynx. Of course he was and I wanted a video of him.

“Personally I think we should have a shelf of our greatest hits,” I suggested, trying to show how much I wanted that.

“To join all your other videos?” Yup, I’d expected that.

“What other videos?” I asked as I found what I needed and put it on the bed.

“The ones from your other lovers.”

“Don’t have any.” I shrugged as I met his eyes. “They don’t matter if I’m not with the person. It’s my kink, Torr. I don’t keep them if I break up with someone. I erase them.”

“Then we should get some tapes that can’t be erased since you’re
mine
,” he snarled, but still spread his legs wide in a blatant invitation.

“My sentiments exactly.” I leaned over and kissed him deeply, loving how he responded to me. “Now, do you want to do exactly what I did with Chicago? Do you want to see for yourself that it was no big deal?”

“Do you? Do you want me to take the place of that video?” I saw such deep worry and longing in his eyes I knew my truthful answer would be well received.

“No. I love you. You’re different people. There’s lots I want to do to you and document so we can enjoy it over and over again. This has nothing to do with Chicago. I just thought you might want to see what we did.”

“No, I want to be your everything,” he admitted as his cheeks flushed. He looked so perfect—turned on, naked, and vibrating with need. “Direct me however you want, Hadley. I’m yours.” I moaned as I thumped my cock. “That’s what this is for you, right? Getting exactly what you want to see as the director?”

“Yes. You doing it just for me, because it’s what
I
want and you
need
to please me. Then I get the star all to myself,” I agreed, never fully verbalizing what it was about filming my partners that did it for me.

He smiled, his bright lime-green eyes shining at me as he started purring and lay back on the bed. “What would you like from me, my lover?”

“Fuck, you are the picture of sensuality and sex.” I saw something flash in his eyes and knew to reassure him. “Better than any subject I’ve ever filmed before. You’re so open, adventurous, Torr. It’s addictive.”

His cock twitched as it leaked. I saw it and the way he was trying to bite back a smile. “I like it. You’re a Torr addict.”

“I am.” I grabbed the lube and tossed it to him. “Show me how flexible you are while stretching yourself.” He nodded and I quickly grabbed the camera from the tripod, annoyed I still had to leave it plugged in. I just about swallowed my tongue when I turned back to him, already filming. He was lying face down, doing the splits, and rubbing slick on his hole while looking at me over his shoulder. “I’m going to blow my load.”

“Not until you’re in my tight little ass you love so much,” he mewled as his finger tip circled his hole. “What do you want me to do, my owl?”

“Would you do anything for me, Torr? Anything at all I wanted?”

“Yes,” he hissed as he rubbed his hips into the bed.

I was pretty sure we both knew we weren’t just talking sexually, but since that was what we were playing now, I went with that.

“Shove two fingers in your ass hard and scream my name.” He did and came, squirming for me. I knew that would set my beautiful feline off. Somehow he’d gotten a third finger in there as well when working himself through his climax.

“Wow,” he panted when he was done. “Didn’t think I’d pop so fast.”

“Tell me, have you ever
popped
like that with anyone other than me, my love?” His head snapped around to look at me, and I saw him
finally
comprehend that it wasn’t something to be embarrassed about.

A feral smile formed on his mouth, knowing how I liked him
popping
now. “No. No, I haven’t.”

“So it’s
me
that makes your senses go into overdrive and you’re just dying to show me how much you enjoy everything I give you and you can’t hold it in?” I reached out with my free hand and rolled him over. He smiled up at me as his fingers slid out of his ass.

“Yes, it’s my owl that gets me so hot,” he purred as he spread his legs wide for me. “It’s wanting him in my hole, pleasing me so good.”

Damn, he knew how to play this game. “Pinch your nipples for me, babe.” He did, his eyes never leaving me and the camera. “Did you slick your ass up nice and wet for me?”

“Of course. I listen to my man.” He lifted his legs in the air and spread them even wider. “See for yourself.”

“So sexy,” I cooed as I ran my finger over his hole. Then I grabbed a dildo off the bed and brought it to his lips. “Get it wet for me, babe. It’s going in your tight hole.” I saw him flinch and realized what the concern was. “I’ve only used it on myself, Torr. All these toys are mine and now ours.
That’s it
.”

He nodded and took it in his mouth, running his tongue all around it like the seducer he was. I pulled it out and teased his ass with it, zooming in so every centimeter was caught on film. Just when he was mewling like mad, I thrust it in and fucked him silly.

After he came again, I couldn’t even try and control myself. I put the camera on the tripod and got in on the fun firsthand. I moved him so he was kneeling on the bed, facing the camera, and shoved my leaking cock into him.

This is a good bed, much better than the last one. We can break it in ourselves, no one else.
“Touch yourself and show the camera how much you love this so I can watch it later,” I commanded. Torr went wild, the idea that I actually wanted to watch him over and over again flipping his switch.

Did he really think I was just going to make a collection and never
see
them again? Silly feline.

When we were spent, I went to shut the camera off, but Torr demanded I film him on his knees pleasing me. I smiled and nodded, hearing all our future screams of pleasure as I glanced around our new room.

What idiot says no to that? Surely not me!

12

After we were sated, we cleaned up and I carried a very happy, purring feline down to lunch. I realized then I’d needed that time with him as much as he’d needed it with me.

“I can walk, Hadley,” he chuckled, rubbing his cheek against mine to scent me now that I’d showered. “You were the one injured.”

“Yeah, but you were in danger too,” I whispered. “
Again
, Torr. It’s hard, okay. Just give me this.”

“Of course.” He hugged me tightly, wrapping himself around me practically, now understanding I was fragile too. It was one of the things I loved about Torr. The second he realized something was wrong, he’d do whatever he could to help or fix it.

“Who was it? Why were we attacked?”

“I didn’t ask actually,” he admitted sheepishly. “I was freaking out too bad about you. We should definitely get answers though.”

“Yeah, we’ll talk to someone at lunch.” My stomach chose that moment to growl loudly, and once I acknowledged I was hungry, I realized I was actually starving.

“We need to get some protein in you. I had a full serving already.”

“Brat. My cock finally was behaving,” I griped playfully.

“It should
never
do that around me.” He smacked me in the chest, and I kissed him quickly as I walked into the cafeteria Director Fabian had already set up. It was decided to have one main everyday meal location, and if the groups wanted something private, then there were two different dining halls. But there was no point in everyone cooking their own meals day after day and wasting resources like that.

I fully agreed. But snacks were different so our room would have its own fridge.

“Glad to see you back on your feet,” Director Woodrow greeted me, dipping his head to Torr.

“Thank you, Director.” Torr slid down me, realizing this was important and gave me space. I hugged my director, who was more like a father to me. “You saw something, didn’t you? That’s why you sent me to inform the felines?”

“I had a gut feeling you were the right person,” he admitted as we broke apart. “But after I saw you in the air that day, I had a glimpse of you happy, flying
to
someone
. That’s all I knew.”

I gave him a look that showed I thought there was more and he simply shrugged. Director Woodrow was a man of many secrets and played his cards close to his chest. That was fine. We were in mixed company and even between paranormals, glimpsing the future was uncommon.

“Director Woodrow, my leader and friend,” I started as I moved by Torr and pulled him in front of me. “I’d like to present to you King Torrance Folkvar as my mate of choice for your blessing.”

“What?” Torr gasped, looking at me over his shoulder. I didn’t meet his eyes though. This was an important moment in owl culture.

“You’re sure?” my director hedged, studying me closely.

I nodded and put all my honest feelings into my eyes, hoping he’d see the truth. “Yes, I love him and he loves me. I’ve given him my heart and my owl has accepted his lynx. He wore my talon marks until they faded.”

“Torrance Folkvar, do you accept one of mine, Hadley Burgess, in your heart?” he asked, dropping Torr’s title since it was about the man he was, not him being a King.

“I have,” Torr agreed. “And he has my heart as well, Director.” I knew he’d be smart enough to catch on.

“I give my blessing then on one condition.” He waited for Torr to nod before continuing. “You take no other consorts or mates.” Several gasps filled the room but he ignored them. “It is not the way of the owls and Hadley especially could not endure it. I will not give my blessing if you will end up breaking him, his heart, and his soul.”