Man on a Mission
Elias:
“Hey, Assholes! I know you're following me.”
“Taking her back to my flat. TOO DRUNK TO REMEMBER ADDRESS with a tongue out emoji.”
Dom slipping the phone from my hand before it became a crumpled mess of glass and plastic.
“Randi’s place. ASAP!” Dom laughed darkly, wiggling his brows at me as Roger shot down a side alley, popping out caddy corner to Randi’s flat just on the outskirts of the city as he carried our “kitten” into his house.
Snatching back my phone from Dom as the lights illuminated the downstairs softly against the black and white circular designed drapes, pressing “send” with “Her name?”.
Randi’s silhouette snaked around the room, ignoring my text as he laid her on the sofa gently lifting her leg to slip her black stilettos off with gentle hands. Vibrating darkly, fixing to shove Dom’s laughing ass out the door and storm up to that “Fucking Brat” giving him a solid piece of my mind…Buzz…Buzz…
Juggling the phone in my hands like a fucking hot potato as “Elicia with a smiley emoji” appeared on the screen as my brothers looked at me with curious gazes like star struck puppies.
“Elicia.” Her name rolled beautifully from my tongue as hard taps on the driver window, jolted us up out of our seats with snarls and hisses. Roger rolling down his window, pulling Randi’s laughing ass through the window into a head lock.
“Fucking Bloody Hell Randi!” Chris smacked him across his head with a muffled “ugh” as Roger released his vise grip around his head, sliding back out the window rubbing his disheveled locks.
“What was that for you “ARSE”?” Randi punched Roger in the shoulder with a low growl as his eyes flashed that red hue indicating his beast was getting angry.
“Well, if you would stop acting like a little “cunt” dickhead then I would have been nicer, yah.” Roger laughed back as he leaned back against his seat.
“Randi, why did you let her get so drunk?” Leaning forward between Roger and Ben as Chris sat quietly with Dom listening to our little spat.
Randi rubbed his neck nervously as he looked around to make sure no one was hanging around in the shadows, leaning into the window with his arms crossed along the door edge.
“That girl can drink. She sucked down one within the time we entered the club, and not to mention the two she sucked down during our little show down.” Randi chuckled lightly as my brothers shared a curious brow between us.
“She must like to “suck”.” Dom laughed darkly, receiving warning growls from us as he laughed even harder, leaning closer to his door with his hands held up in surrender.
“Joking! Just a joke.” He waved us off before we torn him apart.
“We’ll let it slide.” Ben laughed darkly from his seat, looking back over his shoulder with a playful wink and “kissy” lips.
Shaking my head in annoyance as Randi stared at us with that megawatt smile, tapping his finger against the door with a hollowed tick.
“I don’t know what “this” is, but she seems troubled by something. At first, she was reserved but then after a few drinks, she blossomed into this bright shooting star. She even told me she was accepted with a full-scholarship at the Fine Arts for dance and music.” His smile radiated ear-to-ear, wanting to skin that “fucking cat” for its smile.
She's human but something seems off.
Pulling my phone out, scrolling through my contacts. Max.
“Hey, you busy?” tapping my finger against the screen as the guys bantered around me but I was on a mission. Buzz…
“Just wrangling the pups. What’s up?” smirking at the thought of four toddlers running wild, causing trouble.
“Can you look into the International School of Fine Arts, new students on full-scholarships. First name Elicia. Last name unknown.” Catching Dom reading my conversation with a dark smirk, shoving him back with my elbow.
“Okay, Sherlock.” He chuckled lowly as we pulled into our countryside villa about twenty minutes outside of town with lush green lawns and a cobblestone round-a-bout drive.
“Home, Sweet, Home.” Chris chuckled darkly as we filed out the Rover, climbing the worn granite stairs as we entered the country styled foyer with the large rod-iron chandelier hanging gracefully, casting its warm glow across the natural stone flooring.
We only had two maids and a butler that oversaw the cleaning, and other daily upkeep, while we took care of our own laundry, cooking, and the stables.
Maxine, Sue, and John were local wolves needing stable income for their family, so we hired them to work six to five, Monday to Friday with only select weekends to work if they wanted.
“Boys!” Izzy sung in her cheery tone as she hugged and kissed us, slapping Dom across the head with a loud, ouf!
“What did I do now?” Dom exhaled darkly as he rubbed the back of his head with a glower.
“You forgot to tell me “Mama Eve” was in town.” Izzy hissed darkly, baring her fangs as Desmond leaned against the stone archway to the grand living room with a snarling laugh, crossing his arms lazily as he watched the scolding.
“She told me you already knew.” He whined back as she dragged him into the living room by his collar, tossing his ass down on the large beige sectional.
“Boys.” Desmond smiled darkly as we gathered in the living room, grabbing the already poured brandies as Izzy ripped into Dom with an “over the top” tongue lashing.
Getting comfortable as we watched the “Live Action” drama, unfolding in the middle of our living room with bright smiles as Izzy pillow whipped Dom.
“So, what has you boys looking all “high-strung”?” Desmond sipped his brandy as Ben and Chris spit theirs back into the glass, snapping their eyes to a large shit eating grin.
“Spill.” Desmond laughed in our link as Izzy continued her pillow whipping with a few incoherent curses.
“When you stumbled on to Izzy, how did you feel?” Linking him, taking a hefty swig of my brandy as the mellow woodsy flavor swirled along my tongue, warming my throat as it slid slowly to my stomach.
“Stumbled, he was knocked the fuck out.” Roger laughed in link as Desmond nodded and pointed his finger at him with a playful wink and smirk.
“And it was the “best” right-hook I ever received.” Desmond smiled, laughing in link to not interrupt Izzy, now pacing wildly behind the sectional as her hands flung crazily through the air.
“To answer your question, it felt like a primal need to know everything about that “Goddess” that knocked me on my ass.” His words struck deeply, feeling the swirling heat rise in my stomach as my body ached deeply for her touch.
“You met your “mate” didn’t you?” Desmond leaned forward with a proud father moment, resting his elbows on his knees with an even prouder smile cresting along his lips.
Nodding in agreement to his bright smile.
“One small issue. She’s human.” Ben hissed darkly, sucking in his lip as he looked at the empty glass in his hand as he grabbed the bottle, pouring another.
“OH! Oh! Well, that’s interesting.” Desmond leaned back lazily into the sectional with his knees relaxed open, which was always funny seeing him in sweats and acting normal from his normal daily attire of business casual or strict business.
“She’s here on a full scholarship to the Fine Arts program but something seemed different about her “human” side.” Leaning back with a heavy sigh, running my hands over my face in exhaustion.
“How about you boys get some sleep, and we will discuss this tomorrow. Sound good?” Desmond leaned forward, catching a flying pillow with a tsking finger as he “poofed” from the sectional, appearing behind Izzy with a loud squeal as they “poofed” again.
“UGH! SERIOUSLY!” Ben and Chris exhaled darkly, shaking their heads as we walked around the house shutting down the main lights only leaving the small end table lamps on.
The ache growing more irritating as we walked down the hallway into our shared wing, waving goodnight to them as we disappeared into our rooms.
Flopping down on my crimson and black bedding, feeling the pillows toss violently from impact as the soft illumination of the yard lights, danced gently along the trayed ceiling with a heavy sigh.
“Why now?” Asking only the dancing shadows, stripping from my dingy cloths as the cool hardwood flooring guided my groggy ass into the classic revival bathroom.
Firing the shower to life with a hissing roar as the steam billowed angerly from the glass enclosure. All I could think about was her smile.
‘FUCK,’ I cursed as I looked down at my erect cock. I don't know if it was because of the water vapour, but my breathing started to catch. One hand gripped the hot cock and couldn't wait to relieve the heat in my body. There had been no shortage of women around us, but I'd hardly ever had such an uncontrollable physical reaction to a woman.
A moan involuntarily occurred in my mouth as I held my hard-on and kept jerking it off. The only thought was to remove the heat from my body, which might be hard to satisfy with just my hands. Cause I found that my manly instincts made me want to rush into some tight place and let it out viciously.
I want to indulge...