Page 14 of Laken's longing

“Please stay and eat, you can charge the bill to my company.” He gave a small nod, rushing on. “I’ll be in touch tomorrow with an update on the contract. Good evening.”

He was already moving as Louis opened his mouth as if to protest, only Laken wasn’t waiting around so others could notice the situation happening in his trousers. Or the possibility they’d notice he had a furry creature wrapped around his fingers that wouldn’t let go.

How was this his life?

Outside, he quickly strode back through the narrow streets, looking back twice to check Louis wasn’t following. By the time he reached their hotel suite, Laken’s shirt was clinging to his back unpleasantly and his body was on fire. Lights blazing, he stomped into the living area, cursing.

“What the fuck are you doing? We could have been arrested for this kind of behavior.” He didn’t know that, but he wasn’t thinking straight. He could have been arrested for lewd behavior the way his dick was fighting for freedom.

Taking off his suit jacket one handed was harder than it looked. He grumbled and complained with Isley’s sugar glider clung on tighter as he wriggled out of the jacket, dropping it to the brocade chair he’d used earlier. He opened his hand and stared properly at the furry creature that couldn’t have been much bigger than twenty centimetres. The gray fur was silky soft, but it was the enormous eyes set in a tiny face that held Laken’s attention. Intelligent eyes watched him with avid interest as he brought it closer to his face. Then came the chirps, barks, and squeaks as if he was having a conversation with Laken. Almost like he was telling him off.

Amused despite himself, a grin tugged the corner of his lips. “You know I can’t understand sugar glider speak, right?”

The little animal’s feet swung up and being so close to Laken’s mouth, a miniscule foot swiped just inside his lower lip. With no thought, his tongue swept over the tingling, sticky flesh, tasting cinnamon and citrus. The moan he released sounded pained to his own ears as his straining cock leaked in his underwear. It was confusing to feel this level of arousal when it wasn’t Isley but his animal in his hand.

It is Isley,his wolf insisted,and it would feel the same if we could shift.

The thought made him uncomfortable for reasons he didn’t want to think about when he had long ago made peace with the fact he couldn’t shift into his animal form.

“I need you to let go.” The animal clung tighter, that little foot aiming for his lip once more, but Laken moved his hand away to get another tirade—that’s what it sounded like—for his action.

“Please, Isley, I need to speak to human Isley.”

The little head burrowed into his hand, sad eyes looking up at him.Oh gods, how was he to resist that look?

He’d never been accused of being a sap, but right then that was exactly how he felt. Held hostage by the tiniest creature he’d everencountered, and he could do nothing about it. He sat heavily in the chair and for want of anything better to do with his hand, he cradled it on his chest, his thumb stroking the soft fur, feelings surging inside him that made it hard to catch his breath.

“What are you doing to me?” he murmured, getting squeaks he didn’t understand in response.

He exhaled slowly, eyes drifting shut, and although he was rifle hard, the tension inside him slowly ebbed at the repeated fur rubbing. It lulled him into a hypnotic state of calm he’d not experienced since childhood. The question came again. “What are you doing to me?”

Chapter Six

Laken

Laken stirred from the hypnotic state at the feel of his finger being released. He bit back the demand on the tip of his tongue for Isley not to stop. He opened his palm to see the tiny arms open and reveal the membrane that attached arms to feet and gave the sugar glider its ability to fly.

Then Isley flew and landed on the floor at his feet with effortless ease. An elegant glide that was fascinating to watch and over far too quickly for Laken to take in the full effect. As he stared, the animal became a man—a very naked man—who didn’t appear at all concerned with his state of undress.

Laken’s greedy gaze roamed over curves and slender lines, all pale skin with little hair. His hands curled at his sides at the need to reach out and touch, so he shoved them into his pockets to stop himself. This was a body meant to be appreciated, so he did, but only with his eyes. His gaze lingered on the hairless, semi aroused, veiny cock. Slim and uncut, Laken imagined it filling his mouth. The stretch of his throat as he swallowed. The tastewhen his tongue stroked up the underside, seeking his flavor. Would it also taste of cinnamon?

Isley’s foot tapping, caused his cock to jiggle, and his small hands went to surprisingly full hips. The action brought Laken’s gaze up and he saw sparks of anger in those luminescent eyes that set his teeth on edge.

“What were you playing at?” Laken demanded.

Having a conversation while one of them was naked was probably not the best idea, especially as Laken hadn’t lost his erection and the front of his boxers were covered in pre-cum. He felt it slide over the head of his cock when it pulsed against the damn fabric as his breath stuttered out when Isley spoke.

“I wasn’t playing at anything,” Isley stated haughtily, which lost its impact with his state of undress. “And you didn’t seem to mind.”

Isley made sure to make a thing of drawing attention to Laken’s predicament. A very obvious state that throbbed painfully at Isley’s perusal.

Having spent years hardly blushing, it seemed Isley had found the key to unlock them when his face flamed with heat at the truth of his words.

“I didn’t want to be there alone,” he confessed after a long pause, feeling the truth was best in this situation. “Several times I gave you a pointed look, and you did nothing to help.”

Isley’s cheeks glowed as his full lips pinched together. “Excuse me, I don’t speak impenetrable. You guard your emotions Laken, like the English guard their crown jewels. How am I supposed to figure this stuff out?” he said silkily, his brows arched. “You looked like you were enjoying yourself the way you smiled at him.”

Told you.