Saylor

The limo sped along Lakeshore Drive toward an unknown destination. Their second wedding or bonding ceremony had been a smashing success. Beck had closed down Speakeasy, the most popular of his blues clubs, and the event had been invitation only. Some of the best blues musicians and singers had come to entertain the elite group that had gathered with them. Saylor had been surprised to see celebrities and lawmakers as well as city, state and federally-elected officials rubbing shoulders and sharing drinks with well-known and well-heeled gangsters.

Hellcat Catering out of Miami had come up to supply food and drinks inspired by the era and had done an outstanding job. Saylor had enjoyed getting to know Lauren Evans, who was not only the wife, but the fated mate of Jace Evans, who was alpha to their clan and the leader of the Calos Syndicate. It never ceased to amaze her how many people, on both sides of the law, led double lives not only as humans but as some kind of hybrid-shifter.

The mandatory dress code for the celebration had been black-tie or Roaring Twenties party wear. The fact was that many men and almost all of the women had chosen vintage outfits. To be able to see the dresses alone was worth the trip. Saylor’s dress had been nothing short of spectacular with its fully-beaded, chevron design and deep V-neck—front and back. The beaded portion of the slip dress had been molded to her curves and stopped just below her ass. From that had hung the most elegant fringe to just above her knee. Beck had even had a custom, vintage-inspired tuxedo.  All in all, the party had been like stepping back into the early part of the Twentieth Century.

As they had bid their guests good-bye, Beck had ensured that the party would continue on into the early morning hours, while he whisked Saylor away at the stroke of midnight for their own private celebration.

As they ran out to cheers and glittering confetti to the limo, she quipped, “I’m surprised you didn’t make me wear glass slippers so I could leave one behind.”

Lakeshore Drive was fairly quiet at this time of night. It was winter, there was snow on the ground and the lights of the Chicago skyline glittered and were reflected on the dark waters of Lake Michigan.

“Happy?” he whispered.

“More than I have a right to be. Where are we going? Home?”

“In a bit. I have something special planned for you.”

“Does it include my getting laid? Because I’d really like it if it included my getting laid.”

Beck chuckled and allowed his lust for her to come rolling down the link like a tidal wave. She shivered as it washed over her.

They pulled up to Navy Pier. Saylor was surprised when their driver got out and opened the door for Beck. He got out and then leaned back in, offering her his hand. He had this silly, but gallant, thing about always getting out of the car first and her waiting until he was sure it was safe and then helped her out.

“I don’t know how to tell you this, but it’s closed,” she said, feeling the tiniest bit tipsy from the champagne, although it was hard to tell. She often felt intoxicated in Beck’s presence.

“Only to the public and to those not willing to make a sizeable donation for an uninterrupted ride in the VIP gondola of the Centennial Wheel.”

She balked. “I don’t know about a glass floor, Beck.”

“Trust me baby, you won’t be looking down and you won’t even see the glass floor.”

Saylor hadn’t a clue what he meant by that, but she didn’t know that she cared. Whatever Beck had planned had his motor firing on all cylinders. Grasping his hand, she ran—well as fast as she could—down the dock to the wheel. Two men stood at the door to the VIP gondola. One of them she recognized as a member of their clan. The other must be someone with the ride itself. He opened the door and she blushed as she saw why he didn’t think the glass floor would bother her.

“I didn’t want you to be cold or uncomfortable,” he whispered in her ear.

How could she? The entire floor of the VIP gondola had been padded and covered in what looked like flannel sheeting. In between the seats on either side was a small bottle of champagne and some elegant sweet treats—mini eclairs, chocolate dipped strawberries and the like.

Beck toed off his shoes and stepped into the gondola, extending his hand to her. Laughing, Saylor kicked off her heels and let him guide her into the gondola and onto his lap.

“Gentlemen,” he said.

“Have a good ride, boss.”

The door was shut and the gondola began to move. It was far more stable than she had thought it would be.

“You are completely insane,” she said—happiness, love and arousal surging through her system.

“You’re right. I’m completely crazy about you.”

He poured them a single glass of champagne as the wheel turned slowly and they rose above Navy Pier up into the darkness lit only by the city’s skyline and the twinkling stars. It was magical. Beck slipped her down onto the makeshift bed, drawing the zipper down the back of her dress and slipping it off. He unhooked the bustier, which rendered her completely naked as she was not allowed to wear panties.

Beck leaned over, nuzzling her neck. “You are so beautiful.”

Saylor turned on her knees and then stretched out on the floor of the gondola. The padding was ample and the flannel was soft against her heated flesh. “How about you get naked and get to the having your way with me in a gondola portion of the evening.”

Beck chuckled as he quickly divested himself of his clothing and the hard cock that had been thumping underneath her when she’d sat in his lap revealed it had come out to play. He covered her body with his own, settling himself between her legs with his cock poised at the entrance to her wet heat. All he’d need to do to give her what she wanted was to thrust up into her, but she knew her mate. He hadn’t arranged all this for a quick fuck. Besides he’d already had two of those this evening at their party.

Beck

God he loved her. Every morning he woke up and thanked whatever stars had aligned or fate had conspired to bring her back to him. She was quintessentially the best part of him. He kissed her deeply before trailing his mouth down her neck to her breast as his hand came up to play with the other.

He traced the outline of her areola with his tongue, swirling in ever tightening circles until he flicked her nipple with it before giving it a little nip. Saylor moaned and ran her fingers through his hair. She may have looked human most of the time to others, but when he had her naked and alone, she was all alley cat… and all his.

Beck moved to the other breast, laving it with the same attention while his hands roved her body before kissing his way down her body, swirling his tongue in her navel. He spread her legs, lifting each of them so it was hooked over one of his shoulders with his arms wrapping around her thighs.

He settled his mouth on her sex, drawing his tongue up either side of his labia and giving her swollen nub a lick. He repeated the action until she was squirming and moaning. Her body was primed. He could smell her arousal and knew there was a feast of honey to be had. He speared her pussy with his tongue, flattening it out to sup on all she had to offer. The viscous substance was sweet and wild, coating his tongue and making him gorge himself on her.

Saylor’s body arched up, stiffening just before she began to shake with the power of her orgasm. He loved to watch her come. Loved to hear her call his name and see her body tremble with need. He raised up on his knees, slowly lowering himself down, his dick getting a bead on its target. Beck surged forward, joining them together. Saylor cried out as her wet heat enveloped him.

Beck drew back and then plunged into her again. He lowered himself, allowing her to take his weight as he established a familiar pace and rhythm. He began thrusting, back and forth, over and over, while she clawed at his back. Her pussy spasmed along his length as she cried out and his own climax crashed down around him in a storm of pure pleasure, passion and love.

“Mine,” she whispered as she nipped his earlobe.

“Always,” he responded as he rolled off of her and pulled her close.

The wheel continued on its journey while he held her close and they looked at the stars.