Page 51 of Those That Defy the Realm

CHAPTER 18

ASH

Gods of the stars, when does this meeting end?

“We can’t push for citizenship just yet. It’ll mean a full disconnection from the continent, our trade will cease,” Agent Morris argues at the head of the table.

“I’m not saying citizenship, I’m saying get the visa coverage included in the jurisdiction amendment.” Henry looks just as exacerbated as the head of the authorities team leading this project.

There’s about ten of us in a board room at the council offices. We’re sitting around the fanciest hunk of wood I’ve ever seen and the air-con is blasting fully, making my nose itch.

But that isn’t the cause of my current discomfort. No, that would be the vampire currently running a hand through his hair and tugging on the forest green tie he’s wearing like he’s trying to get some air to his neck. Despite the cold air being pumped into the room, the atmosphere has been stifling from the heated discussion for the last three hours.

And all I can think about is wrapping my fist around that fucking necktie and dragging Henry across the desk until he’s in my lap. Adjusting myself once more, I will my brain to concentrate on the meeting around me so that my dick will calm the fuck down. It’s not worked that well so far but I’ve avoided getting fully hard. Leaking precum into your boxers in an enclosed space with a bunch of supernaturals with heightened senses would not be the best reintroduction I could make.

If only I’d arrived yesterday like we’d originally planned, then I would’ve had twelve straight hours or so to fuck Henry, or Claire, or preferably both into oblivion and I would be able to concentrate right now. A summer storm had obliterated those plans. So after weeks of me not seeing either of them, I found myself rushing to the council offices as soon as we’d docked. Now, I’m trapped in a room with Henry, unable to touch him due to the agents also occupying seats around the table.

My wolf hasn’t stopped mentally pacing like the caged animal he is.

Soon. Surely this meeting will end soon.

“Fine, we will look at making the amends and see if the Prime Minister will take it to the continent.” Agent Morris starts shuffling papers and unplugging her laptop from the projector screen she’d been using to show us some of the data her team has collected.

It looks like it might finally be coming to an end!

Chairs scrape, small talk breaks out and the fae get up to leave. I take my time, stretching out my sore shoulders from sitting still for so long and trying to catch Henry’s eye. Not that it’s a challenge, he looks directly at me as he stands, fiddling with that damn tie once more. He also plays with his shirt sleeve, they’re rolled up and cut a line just below his elbow, drawing my focus to his forearms. Tracking the veins that run down the centre of the underside, obscured at his wrist by the leather strap of his watch, my mouth fills with saliva. I didn’t know veins could be a turn on for me but I guess it’s never too late to find out new things about yourself. I want to lick that skin, taste him, feel his pulse under my tongue.

Fuck. I need to resolve this raging horniness asap.

Most of the others file out of the room, yet Henry hasn’t moved as he continues chatting to Agent Mitchell, or Mitch as he is mostly now known as.

When they finally stand, I follow suit, rounding the table and holding the door open to wait for Henry and Mitch to exit first. I have an idea and I just need to lose the agent to act it out.

“Ash, hope the journey over was smooth?” Mitch asks me, snapping my attention away from my prey.

“Yes, it was annoying that the storm delayed us but you wouldn’t know it even happened now, the water was as calm as a lake,” I reply.

“Good. I’m glad we were able to get you back. I’ve got the paperwork by the way, for your brother and his mate, and their IDs. Just in case they run into any trouble while they’re here. Do you want to come collect it from my office before we meet with the head of policing?”

“Yes,” I say as we start walking down the corridor. “But I need a comfort break first, we’ll catch you up.”

Before Mitch can question it, I wrap my hand around Henry’s arm and tug him into the male restrooms.

“What the—” Henry’s question dies in his throat as I shove him back up against the door and shut him up with my lips on his.

He kisses me back, immediately opening as I force my tongue between his teeth. He tastes exactly as I remember; warm, sweet and fucking dick throbbingly good.

“We can’t do this here,” he says breathlessly, breaking away from me far too soon.

“Sure we can.” I flip the lock on the door at his back. There’s only two stalls in the restroom but from my senses I can tell they are empty.

“Ash, we’re in a government building.” His hands remain on my waist, his fingers squeezing as he talks, telling me he is only protesting because he thinks he should.

“And you’re wearing this slutty fucking tie, sending me insane. You’re not leaving until we’ve come down each other’s throats.” I lay my fingers on the material, twirling it in my digits.

“Can a tie be slutty?” His eyebrows pull together in the cutest frown.

“This one is,” I wrap the garment around my fist and tug gently until his lips are millimetres from mine. “Now, who is going to their knees first?”