Things That Go Hump In The Night (50 page)

Ezra

Much to my surprise, Matt’s Mustang handled the winding roads better than my bike had. Granted, they weren’t the
same
roads. But still. They were just as fun to drive on, and the extra horsepower didn’t hurt. And besides, judging by the wicked grin on Matt’s face, he was having just as much fun as I was. And that made things more than worth it.

Still, having his arms wrapped around me, his large, muscled body pressed tightly against mine as we tore the roads up with a motorcycle wouldn’t have been the worst thing in the world. Maybe I’d look into getting another bike once we reached our destination.

Matt still didn’t know where we were going and, despite his constant prodding, I had virtually zero inclination to tell him. He’d told me that he’d never really been outside of Black Canyon, besides visiting the small city bordering the mountains a few times over the years. He’d told me that he absolutely adored the way the city looked, how vibrant and
alive
it had felt. And if enjoyed that, he was going to
love
Washington.

In fact, I didn’t know how anyone could
not
love the District. Of all the places that I’d traveled in my life, it was the only one that felt like home. There was something about the raw power in the air and the scent of violence just waiting to spill over that made my skin tingle. Between the politicians, the federal law enforcement agencies, and that deep-rooted and hidden nature of the city’s history, there was more than enough for any alpha shifter to enjoy.

I piloted the car forward, my foot iron-clad against the pedal as we neared top speed. Even with my heightened instincts and reflexes, it was beginning to become somewhat difficult to keep the car on the road. The ever-increasing traffic as we neared the city didn’t help much either, so I was forced to drop back down to the legally posted speed limit. With a glance at Matt in the passenger seat, I could tell he was just as disappointed as I was.

Looked like I was rubbing off on him.

What I’d like to do is rub one out in him.

I smirked at that thought. If everything went as planned, I’d be doing more than that once we reached Washington. I was a regular at a hotel near the Mall of America, and the view from the room would have his shorts on the floor and his ass bent over the bed in no time.

When the city finally came into view and we crossed the Potomac into D.C. proper, Matt’s eyes almost popped out of his head. He leaned against the window, pressing his face against the glass like almost like a child visiting the zoo for the first time, and just stared with his mouth agape.

“There’s so much…” he stammered, half to himself, half to no one.

“You have no idea,” I told him. “And New York is another world compared to this. Not to mention Mumbai.
That’s
where the fun is.”

He turned toward me, his eyes pleading and hungry. He wanted to know more. He wanted to
visit
those places, not just talk about them.

I nodded at him, reading his thoughts. “One day. Maybe soon.”

“Seriously?” Matt asked, suddenly sounding guarded.

I shrugged. “I don’t see why not. My family is originally from near there anyways. It’ll be nice to go back for a visit.”

“Mumbai?” he questioned. “As in, India?”

“Yeah. My bloodline, at least, originates in India.” I told him.

“Huh,” Matt grunted, turning back to the window. “I think that’s probably the first
real
thing you’ve told me about yourself.”

I shot him a quick glance then turned my eyes back to the busy D.C. streets. He was right. I’d made a point of not offering up too many details about myself, even despite him basically being an open book. And, to be honest, I didn’t plan on changing that. It was one thing to be his mate, it was something else entirely to be his “lover”. I’d fuck him, but I wasn’t so sure I wanted more than that. The only real thing that was keeping me tied to him right now was the fact that my tiger refused to go anywhere without him. Even the thought of it drove my inner-predator into a frenzy. We were mates and that was that.

And besides, mating was just another word for fucking anyways.

***

We pulled up to the
Gray Grandiose
Hotel and stopped at the gated entrance long enough for me to flash my ID at the security guard. Recognizing my membership to the exclusive and luxurious hotel club, the guard waved me through, offering me an obligatory smile and wave as he did.

“You’re a member
here
?!” Matt stammered, his eyes like saucers as he stared up at the massive hotel. While D.C. proper didn’t allow for actual skyscrapers, the
Gray Grandiose
was as close as you could get inside the city limits. In fact, it was probably among the tallest structures in the city. It had apparently been founded and ran by a very prominent shifter clan since the late nineteenth century. Rumor had it, JFK himself had sneaked out to this very hotel in order to sneak around with Marilyn Monroe.

I nodded at him. “One of the many perks of being a tiger.” I left it at that, choosing to leave out the fact that said perks were often obtained by fighting and fucking our way through life, building fortunes and collecting favors as we went. Even if I didn’t think much of it, as my mate, that probably wasn’t something Matt wanted to know.

Matt seemed to accept my answer (or maybe he just decided to stop prodding?), because he returned his gaze to the massive structure as I searched around for a parking spot. Once we’d parked, I clambered out of the car, stretched briefly, then retrieved mine and Matt’s bags from the trunk of the car. I tossed him his belongings once he’d climbed out, then I gestured toward the hotel’s entrance.

We made our way to the hotel entrance and I slid my hotel membership card into the small card reader built into the wall just beside the door. A high-pitched chirp confirmed my access and the doors
whooshed
open.

“Good evening, Mr. Tier!” a friendly and feminine voice called out as we stepped inside the building. I turned to see a smiling and leggy platinum blond dressed in a pair of six-inch heels and a pantsuit that hugged her elegant curves with perfection.

I waved a hand at the woman and flashed her a smile. “Evening, Cherise. How are the pups?”

The woman flashed me a wolfish smile, letting her inner predator seep to the surface for a brief second. “Growing too damn fast. Will you be staying in your usual room tonight, Mr. Tier?”

I nodded at Cherise. “Absolutely. And can you have some wine sent up as well?”

Cherise smiled at me, “Yes, sir. Two glasses, I assume?” She nodded at Matt.

Matt just stood there, bewilderment on his face as he examined the vast interior of the hotel. It was, I had no doubt, unlike anything he had ever seen. The majority of the building’s interior consisted of clean white marble, with massive columns that towered several stories overhead. A winding staircase made entirely out of glass wrapped around the walls, leading to the upper floors. A sleek black elevator door was the only thing in view that broke off from the clean appearance of the hotel, and even it was immaculate in appearance, having the look of a deep and rich granite.

“Two would be perfect,” I told Cherise, then took Matt by the arm, bringing his attention back to me. “Impressed?” I asked him.

His eyes were still saucers and he nodded frantically. “Very. I mean, I’ve seen those before,” he pointed toward the massive columns. “We have them at home. But this place…it’s surreal. Very alluring.”

“What kind of person has Corinthian columns in their home?” I smirked at him.

“The very wealthy and powerful kind,” he told me, his attitude seeming to shift somewhat at that. I’d hit a nerve, one that I didn’t mean to hit either.

Doing my best to force the thoughts from his mind, I grabbed Matt by the hand and led him to the elevator. “Come on. You haven’t even seen the best part yet.”

I summoned the elevator by waving my club ID in front of a barely-visible scanner built into the wall, then dragged Matt inside once the doors slid open. The memory of our first encounter - that night in the elevator - popped into mind, and I felt my cock throb at the thought of it. Not one to waste a moment, as soon as the elevator doors closed and I hit the button for our floor, I threw Matt up against the wall, leaned in, and pressed my lips into his.

He was reluctant at first, then wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me in tighter, as I attacked him. Our tongues danced together as I forced mine into his mouth, tasting him and teasing him all at once. The electricity of his touch was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, and it was all I could do to remain focused without melting into him. I took one of my hands and dropped it down to the bulge growing between Matt’s legs, then began stroking the outline of his already-firm member. I hadn’t seen him naked yet, but that was coming. And soon. What I could tell was that he was big.
Very
big. That, in and of itself, made me grin and attack his mouth with a renewed ferocity.

The elevator door chimed, signaling our arrival on our floor, and I forced myself to pull back from him. Matt just stood there, back against the wall, and panted. His face was a few shades redder than it had been moments before, and I could see the need in his eyes as his bear threatened to emerge.

“Let’s go,” I told him, wiggling my eyebrows as seductively as I could. It wasn’t typical of me to do the seducing, but it was all I could do to keep my hands off the guy. So I needed him to hurry up and follow me so that we could get to our room and finish what we’d started.

With a deep breath, Matt wiped his face with the inside of his elbow, then proceeded to follow me out of the elevator. We walked down to the end of a short hallway, stopping at a massive wooden door where I once again waved my club ID card. I heard the locking mechanism disengage and grabbed the door handle, twisting it and forcing it open.

With the door open, I turned around and grabbed Matt again, this time by the collar of his shirt, and began tugging him with me as I walked backward into the massive suite. Matt gasped as his eyes scanned the suite, taking in the luxurious layout of the place. More than that, though, his eyes caught on the exterior wall of the suite. Or, rather, the window where the wall should have been. In the place of a standard wall, the entire exterior wall of the suite was one long, uninterrupted window that reached from floor to ceiling. It allowed for a perfect view of the Mall of America, complete spectacular view of the now-lit up Washington Monument.

“Holy shit,” Matt managed after the awe of the moment finally sank in. “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

I guided him over to the window, letting him all but press his face against the glass, then stood back and observed as he gawked over the scene. It was charming, almost, the innocence he seemed to present. There was so much that was new to Matt. So much that he’d never experienced or dreamed of experiencing. Being essentially locked away in a tiny mountain colony for two and a half decades will do that to a person, no matter how ferocious their inner beast was.

I hadn’t necessarily seen Matt’s bear yet, but my tiger sensed enough of it to realize that he was a born alpha, and that whatever was lurking beneath his skin would be a force to be reckoned with. I’d have to make it a point to
never
piss him off enough to have it come after me. Then again, Matt didn’t really seem like the type to angrily lash out or let his beast take control.

I, on the other hand, gave away my control freely.

As Matt continued staring out the window, I slowly and quietly stripped off my clothes. Then, before he had a chance to notice, I crept up behind him, reached around his waist, and sank my hands inside the waistband of his shorts. Much to my delight, Matt wasn’t wearing any underwear. When my hands finally found purchase, Matt let out a long groan of pleasure then threw his hands onto the window before him, bracing himself against my touch. His cock was thick and veiny, and it felt like velvet as I began to pump his cock with my hand. Using my free hand, I slowly undid the button and zipper on his shorts, letting them fall to a puddle on the floor.

The more I pumped my hand, the further back Matt had to stand while continuing to lean forward against the window. “Oh my God, Ezra,” Matt panted as I continued to stroke him, cupping his balls with my free hand.

“Shhh,” I told him. “Just enjoy the view.”

With Matt’s feet spread so far apart, I knew that my chance had come. I knelt down behind him, one hand still pumping his cock, and used my free hand to grab his tight, firm ass. His skin was soft and creamy over his thick muscles, and I had to use a bit of force to spread his nervously clenched cheeks. I leaned in and stuck my tongue out, tracing it over his asshole slowly and gently, letting him feel every single sensation I could offer him.

“Holy…” Matt stammered, leaning further forward and spreading his legs apart even further. By this point, he was standing at an almost ninety-degree angle, his upper torso pressed against the window.

“Mmm,” I noised, still tonguing his asshole. “I gonna fuck your tight little ass. Nice and gentle, then hard and
raw
.”