In the Eyes of Crazy(3)

“Uh,” Sam scowled at him, absently rubbing his nipple, then turned and looked over the throng of women and men. “I think it’s that guy there, talking to the group of women,” he said.

Payson had nodded and rose. He’d almost snarled when he felt the hand on his shoulder, then realized it was Kontra. He ducked his head infinitesimally to his alpha. Since the grizzly bear shifter had finally found his mate a couple weeks ago, he’d become incredibly protective, and not just of his mate, Tim.

Grinning, Payson said, “Don’t worry, boss. I’m just gonna see if he wants to fuck. He smells good.”

Kontra smirked. “Holler if you need anything.”

Giving the alpha a wink, Payson quipped, “I think I can fuck him on my own.”

Chuckling, Kontra let go of him and waved him away.

Payson turned and looked for the black-haired man Sam had pointed out and started that way. He’d given the guy a quick once over—around his height, slender bordering on skinny, floppy black hair hiding wide, pretty blue eyes in a lean face with a slightly pointy chin. Cute, would be the best classification.

He supposed he could have told Kontra that he thought maybe the human could be his mate, but since he’d been wrong before, Payson didn’t want to get anyone’s hopes up but his own. He always hoped. Any time he found a nice smelling human, Payson hoped his hyena would want him or her. It’d never happened.

Now he stood with his arm around the skittish human who smelled like heaven and gingerbread. Yum.Payson loved gingerbread. He’d much rather just take the guy somewhere and fuck him, just to see if his hyena wanted him, too, but this human, although he was putting on a brave front, smelled a little wary, too. Payson would have to take it slow.

I hate slow.

Payson leaned close so he didn’t have to shout over the music and asked, “What you getting?”

“Uh, I don’t know,” admitted the human, and wasn’t that sweet in a geeky sort of way.

Grinning, Payson whispered into the man’s ear, “Then what are you doing at the bar?”

The cute human blushed. “I was gonna ask the bartender for what’s good.”

“Ah,” Payson murmured. He moved closer, standing behind the guy, and wrapped his arms around the man’s waist. “Let me buy you a drink, hot stuff,” he crooned into his human’s ear. Oh, I like how that sounds. Mine!

Resting his chin on the human’s shoulder, Payson sucked in a lungful of the man’s heady scent. Satisfaction flooded Payson upon smelling his man’s arousal. The intoxicating aroma made his dick—already so hard it ached—leak pre-cum in his leather pants.

Never one to resist his urges, he rocked his hips forward and rubbed his erection against the man’s ass. The guy pressed back “Fucking hell, you smell good, cute man. Wanna bury my dick in you. Wanna get out of here?”

So much for taking things slow.

To Payson’s frustration, the man tensed. “I-I don’t know,” he hedged.

“What’s your name?” Payson quickly changed the subject. It looked like his little human would need a bit of coaxing after all.

“L-Land Zimmerman,” the human stuttered.

Payson nuzzled the skin behind Land’s neck, then whispered, “Nice to meet you, Land. I’m Payson Garcia. We’re not strangers anymore, and I

you far more than alcohol can. I can relax promise.” Knowing Land wouldn’t know how serious

Payson took his promises didn’t stop him from

making it. Even if the sweet-smelling man didn’t

turn out to be his mate, Payson would make

certain he had the best night of his life.

“Larissa says I’m supposed to get drunk on my

birthday,” Land denied.

Payson knew it was a half-hearted attempt,

because Land let him back them both up a step,

away from the bar. He really wanted his human

pliable and willing due to lust and desire, not

alcohol—which was different for Payson, since

normally he didn’t care. But, from the way his tensed for several seconds, then against him. Payson groaned. dick tapped against his zipper, he’d worry about it

later.

Oh, wait. Birthday.

“Oh, yeah? How old are you turning?” Payson

asked. Using a passing crowd of men as cover,

Payson reached down with one hand and copped

a feel, cupping and squeezing once, twice, the

erection filling Land’s nice tight pants. Oh, nice.

Long and slender. I want to suck it like a popsicle and

blow this little geek’s mind!

Land whimpered oh-so-nicely. “T-twenty-one.” Payson hummed. “That is a special occasion.

How about I take you back to my place, feed you