The Were & The Chair

The Were & The Chair

By Winterheart

The box was ordinary brown cardboard. The shipping labels were the kind one would normally find on a package. The return address was a company called “Plain Brown Wrapper.” The name made Weylyn instantly suspicious. Anything with a name as innocuous as that, was not what it seemed.

Weylyn shook the box. It made a whooshing sound as the contents slid around inside. He grimaced, as he realized he wasn’t going to know what was inside the box unless he opened it. Taking out a pocket knife, he slit the packing tape carefully, preoccupied with trying to figure out which of the people he had fucked recently had sent him a present. He was confident enough in his abilities as a lover to know that he hadn’t left anyone angry and unsatisfied, so there was no way that this wasn’t a gift.

He put away the pocket knife and peeled back the flaps of cardboard. Lifting out the crinkled brown packing paper, he found a flat cellophane package. The contents were bright neon pink plastic. Weylyn frowned. Pink wasn’t exactly his color, and he couldn’t imagine anyone buying him a pink anything. Upon closer inspection, he decided that it looked like a raft for the pool.

Weylyn pulled the package out and ripped open the cellophane, taking out the hunk of pink plastic. His sensitive werewolf nose crinkled as a strong scent assailed him. Whew! Whatever it was, it stunk to high heaven. Petroleum based products always reeked and his nose was more sensitive than most. Whoever had sent him the gift either hadn’t realized how delicate his nose was, hadn’t really thought about how stinky plastic was, or didn’t care.

As Weylyn began to unfold the pink plastic, he discovered that the sender hadn’t cared about the stink of the plastic. What he held in his hands was a gag gift. At least, he was pretty sure it had to be a gag gift. What was in his hands, was a pink plastic chair… with a big thick dildo attached to the seat.

He frowned at the chair for a long moment. Then he began to grin. As he reached for the box to search for a card, he began to laugh. The chair was really funny. It was a great gag gift! Now, he wanted to know who had sent it. Obviously, it was someone who knew he was bi-sexual. The chair wouldn’t be nearly as funny if he’d been straight.

His hands touched a sheet of paper. He pulled it out and read,

“Hey Wey!

I was sure you would like this. I tried to get it in blue, but they were out of that color. I know that sometimes you get nothing but pussy thrown your way. This chair is for those times you’re missing some male action. I wouldn’t want you to fall out of practice, after all. See you the next time your band comes to NYC.

Drake”

So maybe it wasn’t exactly a gag gift after all, Weylyn thought, fingering the thick dildo. In fact, come to think of it, the stiff rubber dick resembled Drake’s cock. The shape of the head, the thickness of the base, the way the veins stood out…

Weylyn grinned as he realized that he was getting aroused. Not that it took much. He was a horn dog at the best of times. Getting his were on was his primary goal in life. After his music, of course. Luckily, his music usually made it really easy to get his were on. It didn’t hurt that he was attractive either. And his personality was outgoing and fun loving. He was a combination that most people couldn’t resist, which meant that he never suffered from a shortage of partners.

A hunt through his closet produced a pump to blow up the chair. Once it was filled with air, Weylyn set it down facing his television. He stared at it with a little smile curling his lips. Drake loved to fuck. He’d loved fucking Weylyn, and he’d loved it when Weylyn fucked him in return. So the chair wasn’t exactly a gag gift. Still, it amused Weylyn.

He left the chair in the living room of his small flat and went into the bedroom. He had a gig tonight and had to get ready. He didn’t have time for the chair at the moment. After a shower, he dressed in leather jeans, a sleeveless t-shirt, and boots. He smudged a little black eyeliner under his eyes and ran a hand through his damp brown waves. Done with his primping, he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. He stopped, the door halfway open, and looked back at the chair.

Damn. It looked totally hot just sitting there waiting for someone to use it. Weylyn’s cock stirred, and he quickly eyed the clock. A discreet cough from the other side of his door had his head jerking toward the sound. His grey eyes met the amused jade ones of a woman he had never seen before.

“Nice chair,” she murmured in a husky voice.

“Gag gift,” Weylyn replied shortly, looking her up and down.

Woah. She was far hotter than the pink chair. Nicely rounded, full breasts, perched on a petite body. Long, dark silky hair spilled over slender shoulders in a thin t-shirt. Wide dark green eyes in a small triangular face. A pert nose. Moist pale pink bowed lips. A tiny beauty mark at the corner of those smiling lips. Oh, yeah. Lust roared to life within him.

“Mmmn. I can see what part would gag you,” she purred, her eyes glowing in an uncanny manner.

Weylyn’s were senses went into overdrive. The girl in front of him was immortal. However, he just wasn’t sure what she was. He was about to ask her when his cell phone alarm went off. Shit. He was late now. He shut off the alarm and stepped out of his flat, shutting the door behind him.

“I’ve gotta go to work, but I’ll be back about three a.m. My chair and I will be available for rides then,” he told her, breathing deeply of her scent. Oranges and lemons. Maybe some grapefruit and lime thrown in. Definitely a strong citrus scent. But what the hell was she?

The woman stepped back, thrusting her hands into the back pockets of her faded jeans. The movement made her big breasts, in the thin black t-shirt, thrust out even more. Then she leaned her shoulders back against the wall, which thrust out her narrow hips. Weylyn had to tell his libido to take a hike. Now, was not the time to test the patience of his fellow band mates. He had exactly forty five minutes before curtain, and he should have already been walking in the side door of the club.

“You’re a musician, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice sending shivers down his spine.

“Yeah. And I’m late,” he chuckled, his amusement glittering in his pale eyes. “They’re gonna think I was banging someone.”

The woman’s smile was mysterious and enticing. “If you want, you can tell them it was me. My name’s Keir.”

Weylyn stiffened. He knew that name, but he couldn’t place it. It was definitely ringing warning bells in his head though. “I’m Weylyn,” he replied, trying to keep his tone neutral despite the warnings going off inside him. “And… I’ve really gotta run. Nice meeting you!”

“It was nice meeting you and your chair, Weylyn,” Keir said in a husky voice filled with sexual promise.

Weylyn’s body responded, even though his head was screaming ‘No way!’ It was certainly not a scenario he was used to. When Weylyn wanted someone, he acted on it. Unless, of course, the other person was attached. He didn’t know where he knew Keir’s name from and didn’t have time to think about it. Nor did he have time to think about what was up with the warning bells in his head. He raced down the stairs, hopped on his motorcycle, and took off for the club.

His band didn’t really notice that he was late. They were all busy preparing to go on stage. He slipped in, and went into his usual routine. The band played well that night. They were tight, and the music flowed easily. Nothing went wrong. By the time Weylyn climbed the stairs to his flat, it was half past three. He didn’t think Keir would be waiting for him since he was late. Sure enough, when he reached the top of the stairs, he found that the corridor was empty.

Feeling oddly relieved, he unlocked the door. Inside his flat, he tossed his jacket onto the coat rack and got a beer from the kitchen. He was tired, but still a little wound up from the performance. He turned on the TV, flopped onto the sofa, and did a quick channel surf. Nothing was on, of course, so he decided to take a quick shower to get rid of the performance sweat.

Afterward, he walked naked into his living room, toweling his head. He popped in a DVD from his porn collection and lowered the sound. Porn was a staple in Weylyn’s life. He had an extensive collection. Nothing too kinky or extreme, but it was still beyond what most straight men would watch.

Weylyn was a hedonist. His philosophy of life had everything to do with pleasure - getting his were on - and nothing to do with commitment and mates. He didn’t know if he had a mate out there in the world somewhere. If he did, he hadn’t met her yet. Or him. He wasn’t narrow minded enough to think that if he did have a mate, that it had to be a woman.

When it came to the sexes, Weylyn wasn’t particular. He loved men just as much as he loved women. However, he very rarely got involved with gay men. He preferred men like himself, unabashedly male with a healthy appreciation for women… who just happened to appreciate men too. As a consequence, he often ended up in threesomes or group sex. As long as he got his were on, he wasn’t that particular whether it was one on one, two on one, or more.

The porn on the DVD was a couple of men enjoying a redhead, as well as each other. Weylyn took a long drink of his beer and felt his performance high beginning to ebb. He lounged naked on his sofa, looking at the porn, but not really paying attention. Instead, he was trying to remember where he had heard the immortal woman’s name. It was an unusual name, beautiful and wild like her. He thought of those luscious breasts straining the thin t-shirt she’d worn. His cock stirred.

The warning bells made him uncomfortable though, especially when he couldn’t figure out why they were going off. The only thing that made any sense to him was that it was somehow tied up with her name. However, the harder he tried to place it, the more elusive it became.

Several beers later, Weylyn was pleasantly buzzed and had given up trying to figure out the mysterious Keir. Now he was actively watching the porn and stroking his hard cock. He mentally kicked himself for turning down all the groupies who had swamped him after the gig. He’d been playing half aroused thanks to Keir, but for some odd reason, he had been totally unable to pick up on any of the young men and women who offered themselves to him at the club.

As he watched the two men fucking on his TV screen, Weylyn began to contemplate the pink chair. Was Drake serious about him using it? Or had it just been a gag, something to make him laugh? The man being fucked started moaning and Weylyn’s cock twitched. The chair was becoming more and more interesting as the porn progressed.

When the camera zoomed in on the two men, Weylyn couldn’t take any more. He flew into the bedroom and pulled out a bottle of lube. Within moments, the thick dildo of the chair was lubed up and so was Weylyn. He paused for a moment, wondering which way you were supposed to sit on the thing. After walking around it a few times, his thick cock bobbing with each step, he decided that for a man to use it, one must straddle the thing.

Weylyn stepped over the pink plastic and lowered himself toward the dildo. It slid along his asscrack until the head pressed his lubed anus. With a hiss, Weylyn pressed down, feeling the familiar pleasure pain ripple through him as the dildo slid into his ass. On the TV screen, the two men were moaning and crying out. Weylyn rocked on the plastic chair, his long fingers digging into the plastic as he worked the dildo in. Once it was seated within him, he let his breath out on a long sigh and stroked his cock.

Fuck. That felt so good, he thought, feeling the dildo pressing against his prostate. His fingers encircled his cock, squeezing and stroking. The pleasure sent heat rushing through his veins. Sweat broke out on his skin as he rocked his hips, the dildo thrusting into him with each movement. His head fell back, moans erupting from his mouth, his left hand squeezing his cock as his right clutched the chair for balance.

“Oooh. That is soo sexy.”

The low whisper was like the stroke of a finger or tongue down his spine. Eyes shut tight to better concentrate on his body, Weylyn was sure the voice had come from the TV. He thrust down on the chair, feeling the dildo stretching him, feeling the pleasure lick like fire beneath his skin. His breathing roughened as the voice came again.

“Yesss. You are so hot. God, you love being fucked, don’t you?”

The sexy whisper and the explicit words combined to tease his senses. It pushed his arousal even closer to the point of no return. His fingers moved more rapidly on his cock. He could feel the pre-cum oozing from its tip onto his knuckles. His chest burned. Masturbation had never been so hot before. The pink chair was fucking him… he was fucking himself. The freedom was a pleasure in and of itself. There was no one he had to worry about pleasing. It was just him and the pink chair.

“And me. You and that chair make me hot. I want to move your fingers and replace them with my mouth. Then I want to sit on you.”

The sibilant whisper raked him like the brush of long nails along his skin. His eyes popped opened in shock. Before him stood Keir. She was naked, her long black hair streaming over her ivory skin. He stilled, unsure how she had come to be in his flat, naked, and watching him pleasure himself.

Even though he was filled with caution because of her sudden appearance, a part of him admired her naked form. Her breasts were full, luscious globes with dark pinkish caramel nipples. She had narrow hips and a slightly convex belly. A spray of tiny diamonds dangled from a belly button piercing. Her pubes were hairless and Weylyn’s sensitive werewolf nose could smell her arousal. He wondered why he hadn’t noticed her citrus scent the moment she had come in. He certainly noticed it now. It was strong in his nostrils, pushing his lust to the edge of his control.

“How did you get in here?” he asked, unable to completely give in to his lust.

Keir’s hips swayed as if to some music only she could hear. “I have certain… powers,” she murmured, her jade eyes almost black with desire. “I wanted you, so here I am. Imagine my surprise at finding you riding the chair. You have no idea how hot you look sitting on it, pleasuring yourself.”

A low growl emerged from her throat and Weylyn’s were senses went completely off the Richter scale. She was a werewolf! He blinked up at her, his hard cock and the dildo in his ass forgotten for a moment. “You’re a were.”

She shrugged, her silky black hair rippling. “Half. My father was something else. I’m not sure what. My mother died before she could tell me. All I know is that I’m a were with an extra set of powers,” she said, her voice husky and sensual.

“And you got in here… how?” Weylyn pressed, his eyes on the strange tattoo on her hip. It was a wolf clan symbol, but a symbol different than that of his own pack. The pack mark was worked into another symbol, this one more arcane looking, some kind of tree of life…

He shook his head, trying to free himself of her mesmerizing hold on his senses. His heart was thundering in his chest in a way that was far more intense than during his masturbation session. His nerve endings were pinging with awareness. The citrus scent of her filled his nostrils and went straight to his head like a drug. His cock was straining, begging to be touched by her. There was a ringing in his ears, and this time it had nothing to do with the earlier warning bells he’d heard. He could feel his fangs elongating in his mouth, as he was suddenly filled with a longing to kiss her.

“I want to kiss you too,” she murmured, circling the chair, her fingertips lightly touching the plastic. “And I just appeared here. I wanted to be here so I wished myself here. Walls, locked doors, all of those things cannot keep me from where I want to be if I wish myself there. I told you, I have a whole set of non-werewolf powers.”

Weylyn’s eyes were on her fingers. The long slender digits had pale pink nails, short and well manicured. His nostrils flared as her arousal wafted to him again. Never had anyone’s scent affected him as acutely as Keir’s did. The barest whiff of her had his cock and his lust raging almost beyond his ability to control it.

“You can just appear wherever you want. You can read my thoughts. What the hell are you?” he asked, trying to shake himself loose of the desire that threatened to swamp his reason.

She bent at the waist, her perfect breasts only inches from his face. “I told you, I don’t know. What I do know is that I want you.”

She reached out then, and her fingers brushed along the line of his jaw. Weylyn sucked in a sharp breath. His heart was pounding so hard he thought it would burst from his chest. She buried her fingers in his wavy hair and kissed him. The instant those pale pink lips touched his, Weylyn went up in flames. A lust like none he’d ever felt before consumed him. He completely forgot that he was sitting on the chair and reached for her, almost tipping himself over.

Keir caught him, her hands holding his shoulders firmly, the fingertips stroking over his skin. A little cry escaped her. “Oh, Weylyn!”

She knelt, her mouth trailing hot, wet, sucking kisses from his mouth down his chest. She pushed his hands away from his cock. Not knowing what else to do, Weylyn clutched the chair with one hand and used the other to stroke her hair from her face as she bent to take him in her mouth. The most exquisite wet heat enveloped him, and he felt the flames inside him rise up once more. His hips shifted, and he resumed rocking on the chair, the dildo fucking him with just the right pressure, as Keir’s tongue swirled over the head of his cock.

Weylyn’s eyes rolled back in his head. He’d been in a lot of sexual situations since his coming of age. There wasn’t much he hadn’t tried, and what he hadn’t tried was all stuff just too out there to be interesting to him. However, nothing had ever felt as good as this moment. The pink chair was fucking him with exactly the right pressure, at exactly the right angle. His prostate was being massaged in exactly the way he liked best, which in turn had his cock straining, harder than he could ever remember it being. Added to that, Keir’s mouth was sucking him with single minded purpose. The suction, and the swirling action of her tongue, made it a perfect blow job. Best of all, she took all of him, which was no mean feat, and she handled his balls exactly right, to maximize his arousal. It was the most mind blowing sex Weylyn had ever had.

The moans in the room grew steadily louder, partly from the forgotten porn on the TV and partly from Weylyn and Keir. The vibrations from Keir’s moans of pleasure made Weylyn’s cock ache. The smell of their desire filled Weylyn’s nostrils with every breath. The feel of Keir’s silky hair, and her even silkier skin, drove Weylyn crazy to touch more of her.

With a loud groan, he pushed her away. Her mouth popped free of his cock as she sat back on her heels, her dark green eyes looking at him questioningly. Weylyn continued to rock on the chair, unable to stop, loving the feeling of being fucked. He leaned over and licked her stuff nipple, growling, “Stand up.”

Keir rose to her feet, stepping close to the chair, her thigh brushing Weylyn’s hard shoulder. His hand stroked up her thigh and slipped between them. His long fingers glided over her wet, sensitive flesh. She cried out, her hips swaying toward him. His thumb found her clit, the flesh so swollen it was peeping out of her folds. Weylyn hissed in a breath as he teased the sensitive bud. He tilted his head, opened her folds with his fingers, and stared at the glistening dark pink jewel. He’d never seen one so swollen before. He blew on it, and her entire body rippled with reaction. Her scent was intoxicating, which made him wonder what she tasted like. He leaned closer. His tongue snaked out and curled around her fat, swollen clit.

Keir screamed and came with a rush of pleasure so intense she could have sworn there’d been an earthquake. She shuddered helplessly, her hands grasping Weylyn’s shoulders. His mouth was like flame on her. With one swipe of his tongue, he’d given her the biggest orgasm of her life, and now he was licking and sucking her flesh as if he couldn’t get enough. He fucked her with his agile tongue, making her thrust her hips into his face. He sucked her clit until her knees grew so weak she didn’t think she could stand. He licked her labia so that every swipe of his tongue hit every nerve ending and erogenous zone she had there. Her whole body was shaking, her skin flushed with desire, her mind consumed with lust. Never had sex been so overwhelming. It made her want to cry at the perfection of it.

Weylyn couldn’t get enough of Keir. The taste of her on his tongue made him long to lay her out on his bed, flop down between her thighs, and bury his face in her wet pussy for hours. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman, or a man, this much. The two of them together were like an out of control wildfire. The fierceness of his desire for her scared him and filled him with elation at the same time.

He pulled away from her as she came a second time. His cock was so hard he thought it would burst right out of its skin. He stared at her with narrowed silver eyes. “Fuck me,” he whispered, wanting nothing so much as to be inside her.

Weylyn leaned back on the chair, feeling the dildo in his ass pressing up harder, the pleasure laced with an edge of pain. Keir grabbed his shoulders and straddled his thighs. She lowered herself onto him, and as her tight, wet pussy grabbed him, her weight thrust him farther onto the chair’s dick. Weylyn sucked in a breath feeling his ass stretch and his cock being milked by Keir’s tight muscles at the same time.

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed. His body felt like someone had plugged him into an electrical outlet. Awareness zipped along his nerves, through every muscle, sinew, bone, and flesh. He’d never felt like this before. His arousal was higher and hotter than it had ever been. His brain was more engaged, his entire being pinging with this connection he felt to her.

Keir dug her nails into his shoulders and rode him, her hips twisting as she ground down on him. The moment he slid into her, she’d felt her heart stop. For two beats, it completely stopped. Something profound had happened to her. She knew it. She felt it. She wasn’t sure what it was, but it was something.

They bucked and twisted and fucked each other. Each of them was so into the other that they both pretty much forgot about the chair that cradled them both, even though Weylyn could feel the dildo thrusting up into him with every down stroke of Keir’s. Her breasts pressed against his damp chest, the taut nipples poking him. His pubic hair rubbed her exposed clit with every movement she made. His hands cupped her ass and stroked her back. Her fingers clutched his shoulders and his biceps. She had to cling to him to keep her balance as she rode him hard.

Sweat dampened their skin. Keir’s long hair got stuck to both of them. Weylyn sucked on her neck, nibbling at her with his fangs like a vampire. She reciprocated, licking his jawline and scraping her fangs along the edge of his ear. The heat and friction between them was building. Keir felt her third orgasm rising within her. Spots appeared before her eyes. Weylyn could barely catch a breath, he was panting so hard. A growl rose in his throat as his balls tightened. His orgasm was right there… right there…

He thrust up into her as she ground down on him. The dildo hit his prostate and he howled, his balls feeling like they exploded as his cock erupted in a huge orgasm. Keir screamed as her orgasm slammed into her. She felt the hot spurt of his seed within her. Her scream dwindled to a whine as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly and nuzzling his throat. Weylyn felt dizzy from coming so hard.

Suddenly, there was a loud PFFFFFTTTTTTT! Weylyn tumbled backward, and Keir landed on his chest. They looked at each other with startled eyes. Keir blinked, trying to clear her head.

“Arggh!” Weylyn grumbled. “Fucking chair broke.”

Keir swallowed hard, her heart still thundering. She wriggled off of him, feeling shaky from so many orgasms. She couldn’t get up. Instead, she sprawled on the carpet, her chest still heaving.

Weylyn looked at her. Even in an unattractive pose, she was hotter than Hades. Her jade green eyes were wide with shock and fulfillment. Her lips, nipples, and pussy were all still swollen and bright pink. A trickle of semen was on the inside of one creamy thigh. His heart turned over in his chest. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

“Let me help you,” she murmured, leaning over to offer him her hand while she reached for the chair with the other hand.

She eased the chair away from him, carefully removing the dildo from his ass. Their eyes met. Her breath caught in her throat. “Oh, Weylyn,” she sighed.

He leaned over her, pushing back on the carpet. He kissed her hard, then lifted his head to stare down at her. “Who are you? Do you live in this building?”

She shook her head, tears beginning to fill her eyes. “No. I came here to meet you, but I was running late and when I went to knock on your door, you opened it. I could see you were leaving so I… I…” She broke off, swallowing and trying to push back her sudden tears.

“Why were you coming here to meet me? Who sent you?” he demanded, his body pinning her to the carpet.

“Drake,” she whispered, her eyes wide.

Weylyn went rigid. He sat up, his hands falling from her body. “Drake sent me the chair too.”

And then it happened. The connection he had been searching for earlier was made. Now, he knew where he had heard the name Keir before. He stared at her in shock. “Fuck! You’re Drake’s girlfriend. That’s where I know your name from,” he said, feeling sick to his stomach.

This incredible woman, who had fucked him as no other woman ever had before, belonged to his former lover. She was attached. He had broken one of his own rules. He couldn’t believe it. He had ignored the warning bells and screwed Drake’s girlfriend. Damn it to hell!

He turned his angry eyes on Keir, but the moment he saw her, struggling not to cry, he knew he couldn’t lash out at her. A deep sigh escaped him. What the fuck did he do now?

“Weylyn?” Keir’s voice was shaky, but she was holding off the tears. “Drake broke up with me.”

“What?” Weylyn shook his head. He could barely take in her words. All he knew what that he and Drake had been lovers once, a few years back during one of his brief trips to New York City. He’d returned to London, but he and Drake had remained friends. For the past six months all Drake could talk about was this girl he’d met named Keir, which meant “dark”. He’d seemed gaga for her. Weylyn had been happy for him. He hadn’t heard from Drake for about a month. At least, not until he’d received the package today.

“I don’t understand this at all. Why did Drake send you here?” he asked Keir.

She sat up slowly, her eyes never leaving his. “I’m not sure. He said he would send you a note. When he broke up with me, he said I wasn’t meant for him. He said he had a friend I would like more. Then he made me promise I would come and meet you,” she told him, her voice rough with emotion. “I liked Drake. He was a lot of fun, and he taught me a lot about my powers, but I wasn’t in love with him or anything. When he told me that I would like his friend Weylyn, I decided there wasn’t any harm in coming to meet you.”

She bit her lip and brushed back her hair, seemingly unconcerned with her nakedness and the scent of raw sex that filled the air. “When you opened the door tonight, I saw the chair and I saw you and… and something inside me fell into place,” she said quietly. “Your scent was like nothing I had ever smelled before. You smelled like oranges and lemons. Maybe a little grapefruit and…”

“… lime thrown in,” he finished for her, his voice filled with stunned wonder. “That’s how you smell to me.”

They looked at each other, shaken by their discovery. Then Keir got up. “Drake said he sent you a note. Didn’t you get it?”

Weylyn rose to his feet. “There was a note in the box with that thing,” he pointed to the deflated, popped, pink chair. He walked over to the dining table and pushed aside the cardboard box, picking up the note from Drake. Before his eyes, the note changed. Before, there had only been a short paragraph. Now, there was a whole letter.

“Fuck! Drake and his magic!” Weylyn exclaimed. Keir came to stand beside him and together they read the note.

“Hey Wey!

I was sure you would like this. I tried to get it in blue, but they were out of that color. This chair is for those times you’re missing some male action.

Speaking of action, I’m also sending you a woman. I thought maybe she was for me because she had latent magical abilities. Instead, I discovered she was for me to teach. Which I have. Now that she knows how to use her magic, I must send her on to her destiny. She’s yours, Wey. She was never mine. Now that you’ve met her, you will know what I mean.

I rather doubt that all the pussy that gets thrown at you will stand a chance, now that you’ve met your mate. I know how much you like getting fucked too, so I figure the chair will get a lot of use. Don’t worry about Keir. She’s not a prude. She’ll help you use the chair. Enjoy your woman, and your future, Wey. See you the next time your band comes to NYC.

Yours,

Drake”

Weylyn dropped the sheet of paper. As soon as it hit the table, all the words on it disappeared. He looked at Keir, who shrugged. “It’s a simple magic trick,” she said, meaning the letter from Drake that had first been a note, then a letter, and now was blank.

He turned away from the letter and looked at the pink chair. It was a puddle of plastic on the carpet. The porn on the TV had long since ended. There was silence in the room. He turned his head and looked at Keir, suddenly realizing that they were both still naked. She was motionless, her eyes watching him cautiously, her emotions carefully hidden behind a mask of calm. But her eyes were dark and cloudy and her pointed chin had a fine, almost imperceptible, tremor.

Weylyn breathed in deeply, the citrus scent of her filling his senses. “Drake didn’t send me a gag gift after all,” he said in a deep voice.

“No?” she rasped, a slight look of panic beginning deep in her dark green eyes.

He shook his head and took two steps toward her. The panic grew. He held out his hand to her, palm up. Her nostrils flared. “No. A friend as good as Drake would never send me something that was a joke,” he told her firmly. “The chair isn’t a joke and neither are you. You are my future, Keir.”

She blinked back a sudden rush of tears. “Really?” Her words were a wisp of sound. “You’re not just saying that because you want to get your were on, are you?”

Weylyn began to grin. He stepped closer to her, feeling the warmth of her body radiating from her skin outward. “I do want to get my were on. With you.” He reached out and took her in his arms, kissing her delicate mouth gently. He felt her respond, felt her body melting into his. The kiss deepened, and their tongues entwined.

When he broke the kiss, they were both breathless and desire was rearing its head again. Keir looked over Weylyn’s shoulder. “I don’t suppose you could…” Her voice trailed away, and she shook her head.

“What?” Weylyn asked, feeling the strangest warmth inside him. He felt comfortable in a way he never had before. Always, he had been restless and anxious for his next fuck. Now, there was a calm inside him that made him feel… happy.

Keir pointed to the deflated pink chair, lying forlornly on the carpet. “Can we patch it?” she asked, one brow arching up, her eyes glowing at him.

A wicked grin began to tug at Weylyn’s mouth. “Yeah. I think maybe I can patch it,” he told her, and kissed her again.