Mob Sorcery 2 - Ch19

Chapter 19

Surprisingly, Alessia had already vacated her office. They’d only left her alone minutes ago. Her seat must still be warm.

“She’s gone?” he asked.

“I figured she’d have retreated upstairs already,” Fia said. “She’s not the most social and tonight will have been hard on her. Once you leave with Pola I’ll make sure she’s fine. Now change out of that shirt so the girls stop staring at your abs.”

He snorted and ran a hand over his complete lack of a six pack. “Ah, yes. My chiseled abs and wolverine-like fur. Truly a majestic sight.”

Fia poked his belly, and he resisted the urge to gasp from the sensation. “I’m sure they’re imagining running their fingers over it while you’re lying on your back, entirely in their control. Much like Pola will have you within an hour or two.”

Could Vince blame himself for gulping? Not at the idea of Pola riding him, but Fia. Her red eyes met his.

Then she smirked. “You are so fucking horny right now. Normally, you’d flirt back or make some crack. Pola’s gonna have an amazing night with you.”

He muttered something unkind and she laughed at him.

While he changed into the new shirt—which was his size and far more expensive than what he usually wore—Fia pulled a foil blister pack from her own jacket. It was around the size of his palm and had a half-dozen pills in it.

“Uh, I want to make a joke but I think it would be in bad taste,” he said.

She shrugged. “I have a history with drugs. Pola gave that away and I’ve mentioned my wayward past. Things are better now. So long as you’re not being mean, I’m fine. These aren’t for fun, though.”

“I figured.” He pulled his shirt down and slid on his jacket. “So?”

Fia passed him the blister pack. As always, it told him nothing, as the important info was on the packaging that the blister pack came in.

“This is almost certainly Pola’s first time, but she’s wild for you,” Fia explained. “Her instincts are going to kick in hard. You already know how strong she is. Unlike Cetta or Nina, who know how to keep themselves in check, Pola’s not going to know how to control herself. Especially as she’s far stronger.”

Vince slowly realized what he’d been given. Sex ed had covered this part of having sex with demihumans.

“This is a muscle strengthener,” he said. “So Pola doesn’t shatter my pelvis.”

“I think this one is a minor transformative that toughens up your body and bones. It’s aimed at men specifically and supposedly protects your junk.” Fia chuckled darkly. “Pola’s gonna come down hard. You don’t want her to land wrong and send you into hospital with a pair of exploded testicles.”

“No.”

“Take one now. They last 6-8 hours. Take another when you wake up if you plan anything frisky.”

Vince screamed internally at his body to wake up early. Being woken up by Nina with sex might be a nice surprise.

Being woken up by Pola might be life threatening.

“Uh, thanks.” He struggled for accurate words as he took one of the thumbnail sized pills. It went down easily. “Why do you have these?”

“Don’t ask questions I don’t want to tell you the answer to.” Fia winked. “Use your imagination, you flirt. Plus, I figured this would happen. Nina brought up your lack of planning around contraceptives. You should thank me for getting Pola onto them. Alessia will probably kill me when she finds out.”

“Wait, she’s taking them?” he asked.

“Pola might want kids eventually, but not now. I imagine her dreams of puppies are a few years from now, after the Lionettis are on the up and up and she’s proven herself to be a big deal.”

With her job done, Fia leaned against the wall beside the door and relaxed. Her eyes turned distant.

“Thanks for earlier, by the way. I’m impressed that you caught on,” she said.

He shrugged. “Vanna gave it away. I should have realized earlier, especially with the way Alessia acts.”

“You could be forgiven for not looking too deeply, especially with how much she plays with fire.” Fia ran a hand down her face and the tiredness from the sheer length of the night wore through. “I’m guessing your police pal had a chat with you about tonight, given you suddenly went cold on Alessia playing with you?”

A bitter smile floated to his lips. “What, you don’t think I realized by myself that I had let myself be played into defending Alessia from Houou for free? Because I did, even if I rationalized it as something I’d do anyway.”

Fia snorted. “Figured. But Ronin did talk to you, didn’t he?”

“Yeah. Basically told me to keep my neck clean of the tornado that’s about to rip through Albion.”

“Will you?”

“If I was, do you think I’d be saying yes to Pola?”

She inclined her head, ears flicking downward. “But you are pushing back against Alessia. Which she needs. She fucked around and needs to find out. I know she spends a lot of time dealing with the rest of the family and their dumb politics, but she shouldn’t have played the middle manager routine against you once you proved yourself. Bullshitting somebody out of a fair reward works when they’re chained to a cubicle and convinced they’re replaceable.”

“To be fair, I am replaceable,” Vince said.

“Oh yeah, with what dragon?” Fia leaned forward and poked him in the chest. She used enough force to cause him to rock backward on his heels. “Nobody would have blamed you for not turning up to save our asses tonight. Nobody smart. I bet Nina will grill you hard over this if she’s half the enforcer her rep suggests.”

He winced. She absolutely would.

His reaction brought a menacing grin to Fia’s face. “Thought so. So bend Alessia over during negotiations and ream her.”

“Uh…”

She winked at him and turned to open the door, refusing to elaborate on her innuendo. He followed, uncertain if he wanted to clarify.

Instead, as they crossed the short distance back to the rowdy bar, he pried about something else. “You seem to know more than I thought you would about office politics. Nina’s told me about similar nonsense, where her old boss refused to promote her because he bet she wouldn’t leave.”

“And she did?” Fia asked.

“Yup. Nina flipped her shit and applied to a ton of jobs on the spot. She regrets it now, because her new job is worse except for the pay, but the treatment infuriated her.”

He caught the edges of a scowl on Fia’s face. She said, “Yeah, and I bet now she’s hesitant to change jobs again. Anyway, I worked an office job right before becoming a capo.”

They entered the bar. The crowd hadn’t thinned, which made sense as they’d been away for all of five minutes. A handful of enforcers, including Vanna, had retreated to a corner. Vince made a note of all their faces and knew Fia was doing the same. Vanna stuck her tongue out at them before the other capo in the group turned the wayward wolfgirl away. Something about the capo seemed familiar, but he couldn’t quite place her.

Gripping his arm, Fia led him to some couches in the opposite corner. She pushed Vince into a seat that faced away from Vanna, before sitting in the corner where she could survey the entire bar.

“Before we continue that line of conversation, tell me something,” he said, settling into the plush leather seats. “Was the other capo there deployed to the shopping mall along with Vanna?”

Fia shook her head. “Worse. She was with Pola.”

He resisted the urge to turn and burn her face into his mind.

The problem was obvious. Despite attempts to limit the information given out, Houou had known about tonight’s attack. They’d hit Lionetti tower the moment Pola teleported out, then struck her convoy on the way back. The odds of there being more than one mole skyrocketed.

“Leave that to us,” Fia said in a low voice. “The moves made tonight are too brazen for them to have covered their bases. I doubt they expected all of us to survive.”

“I’m pretty sure I know the expected result. You, Pola, and Alessia die. Vanna takes over the family and some sort of deal is cut with Houou behind the scenes.” Vince raised an eyebrow. “Does that gel with your thoughts?”

Her expression tightened at the reminder that she was one of the heir’s to the Lionetti Family should the sisters perish. Vince had no doubts that tonight’s attack intended to eliminate Fia as well, which was likely why Vanna had ensured she had been arrested.

“Let’s go back to my office job,” Fia muttered.

He sighed, but nodded. “I thought you became an enforcer out of high school? You’re close with Pola.”

“By some definition of the word ‘close,’ sure. But I’ve been an enforcer for the last five years. Then Alessia approached me directly about becoming a capo only a couple of years after I first joined. I freaked. At the time, I saw the family mostly as a place to hang out with friends and blow off some steam. I also…” She sighed and looked over at Pola, who was surrounded by several capos and Lucia. “Family, y’know? I told you my folks invested in the Lionettis once I joined. Freaked me out when Alessia tried to promote me.”

As Vince remained silent, Liz wandered up with two drinks. A glass of whisky, no ice, and an old fashioned.

“I noticed you had both returned but didn’t have drinks,” Liz said with a smile. “Sorry for not serving you earlier, Fia.”

FIa waved her off. “It’s no trouble. Thanks, Liz.”

Then the bartender vanished, leaving them to enjoy the drinks and for Fia to sigh into hers.

“So?” he asked.

“Dad got me a job with one of his friend’s companies. I became an office bunny, but everyone knew how I got it. Even though I busted my ass for the first few months, it never mattered. I realized a few things.” Fia swirled her whisky. “Perception matters way more than what you actually do. I hate working in an office. And people still suck.”

“I’m pretty sure you work with a lot of people as capo,” he drawled.

“Sure, but these are my people, not a bunch of jackasses who resent being in the office because it’s how they pay their bills. And my boss values me, and doesn’t play constant fucking games because they know they can’t get rid of me but want to make my life hell. I lasted six months, which is six more than I should have worked.” She smiled bitterly. “I practically crawled back to Alessia, as I’d cut back pretty hard on the time I worked as an enforcer. If the family was in a better state, I’d have been kicked to the curb for being so awful.”

“I might say that the point of family is to give you time,” Vince said quietly, staring into his drink.

Fia said nothing. They both stared into their drinks for a minute.

Then she gulped down her whisky. “You’re right about that, yeah.”

He looked up at her in surprise, and she chuckled at him.

“Maybe that’s the real reason Alessia didn’t care so much.” Fia shrugged. “But I always remember the way I treated my Dad the most. I threw away my education, and he still supported me here. Then I got cold feet and he found me a job. I threw that in his face and all he did was tell me he’d always support me, and still has. That’s the real reason I don’t like the idea that I might become the boss, Vince. I haven’t earned it. Every time I do something stupid, there’s a safety net.”

Earlier, Vince had told himself that if Fia had been in Pola’s place, he’d have said yes without hesitating. This little conversation proved why, while also reminding him of the dangers.

As much fun as Fia was, he saw elements of himself in her. She chased the dangerous side of life, much as he had. Now, he constantly tried to better himself rather than find a stable, easy path in life. It turned out Fia struggled with the same problem.

When either of them finally made a move—and he knew it was a ‘when,’ not an ‘if’—would they both drag each other down, or up?

“Hey, what are you two moping about over here?” Pola whined as she dropped into Vince’s lap. “We’re celebrating. Drink, because I want to head home and…” Her voice trailed off as she pressed her alcohol-soaked lips against his jaw.

Between the soft butt pressing into his lap and the kisses fluttering along his skin, he felt no compunctions with Pola’s plans. Fia laughed, no doubt at his reaction to Pola’s flirting.

“Why’d I ever worry about what you’d say to her?” Fia asked, leaning back and sipping her drink. “Are you staying here, Pola?”

“Fuck no. If I’m losing my V-card, I’m doing it in my bed,” Pola growled.

Ah, so she was a virgin. That was blunter than Vince expected.

“I’ll organize an escort to take you home. Don’t bitch. Alessia will freak once she learns you’ve left the tower.” Fia rose and wandered over to the bar, where she grabbed Lucia and another capo.

Pola winced, then returned to fawning all over Vince. He kept her hands firmly out of his pants, mostly to avoid any public petting.

Within minutes, both of them had finished their drinks, and Lucia tapped him on the shoulder.

“Got a ride for you lovebirds,” she said with a grin. “Try not to knock her up before you get to her penthouse, alright?”

Penthouse? They were going to a fucking penthouse?

Vince reminded himself that Pola was filthy rich.

He barely remembered the trip there. Mostly due to Pola pawing him up the entire time and rubbing her breasts all over him in the backseat of an armored SUV.

The trip took longer than it should have, and he was pretty sure they reached the waterfront, even if they hadn’t crossed it. Lucia and a dozen enforcers kept an eye on them. Thankfully, the sterner constitutions of the wolffolk enabled them to keep their wits about them despite the alcohol in their system.

The lift needed a special pass and a code to use the penthouse elevator, and Vince felt the magic protecting the door deactivate when Lucia punched in her code after swiping a bracelet fob against it. No doubt the fob was magically coded to her. He doubted the Lionettis skimped on security.

They reached a small lobby at the top, which was the size of a small living room. Expensive décor littered the room, but none of it was living. A pair of doors led out, and both were protected by card readers. Magic oozed from the walls. Easily meister-tier and built into the foundations. Even Vince’s dragon wouldn’t bust in here.

Pola finally separated from his body and shot Lucia a look, who had accompanied her this far. “I’m good now.”

“Uh huh. Don’t take this the wrong way, sottocapo, but my job is to make sure there’s no fox hiding under your bed.” Lucia gestured at the door. “Open her up, we’ll do a quick security pass, then you can become the momma wolf you’ve always dreamed of.”

“Not my dream,” Pola muttered.

But she did unlock the door. Lucia and Pola quickly raced through the penthouse while Vince tried to keep his jaw in place. The lights switched on automatically when they entered.

Because it was gargantuan. The main room he entered from the entrance was the size of his apartment, with double-story floor-to-ceiling windows that gazed out across the waterfront and downtown. A subtle tint to them, accompanied by magic, suggested they kept prying eyes out. The furnishings were just as lavish, but he barely had time to take them in before Pola filled his vision once more.

“We’re good,” she whispered in his ear, her fingers running along his crotch. “Lucia, shoo.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Lucia waved them off. The door closed with a boom as she left.

Vince had no clue how to get to Pola’s bedroom in this palatial penthouse, but found he didn’t need to worry. His senses filled with Pola as she pressed herself against him again. Her lips and breasts pressed against him as she leaned upward and suckled on his tongue with her own.

His hands wandered along her muscled back to her taut ass, and he gave it a squeeze. The wagging of her silver tail caused it to brush against his fingers with each motion. He felt her hardening nipples through their clothes as she rubbed against him.

“This is nice,” Pola mumbled as she pulled back, saliva trailing between their lips. “I can feel your cock whenever I rub against you. Do you like how I feel?”

He traced a finger around her thigh so that it ran beneath her dress and along the edges of her panties. A soft gasp washed over his face when he brushed against her pussy through the thin fabric of her underwear. He pushed inward with his finger and felt a slight dampness.

“I do,” he said. “You just said you can feel it. And I can feel how much you’re enjoying this.”

Her eyes lidded and she crushed her lips against his again. But before he could flick his tongue against hers, she began pulling him backward.

“I want more,” she whispered. “But not here.”

He allowed her to lead him through the corridors of the penthouse. Most of the doors were closed, and he doubted Pola used them for much. Assuming she lived alone. Lights flicked on and off as she dragged him backward, and he knew she was very familiar with these halls.

Eventually, they reached her room. Vince knew this because her name hung from a cheesy wooden sign with “KEEP OUT” written beneath and a vicious, cartoony drawing of her to the side. The sign looked worn and beaten.

Pola pulled him inside, stealing his attention back with a quick kiss and a rub of her hand against his crotch. Even so, he wasn’t quite ready for her bedroom.

Another set of windows allowed him to gaze out on the city, but this time over Albion. He realized they’d walked far enough to be on the exact opposite side of the building. The room matched the main room of Vince’s apartment in size.

Her bed dwarfed his own, and elegant metal furnishings filled out the space. A mess of clothes, tomes, electronic devices, and all manner of other knick-knacks covered the floor. She even had a fireplace built into the wall—presumably powered by electricity or magic.

Oh, and a set of frosted sliding doors led to a bathroom that he guessed would be larger than his bedroom. Not that he could see what was inside with the doors closed and lights off.

“Lights at 20%,” Pola said, finally breaking contact with Vince.

The bright lights fell to a level he could only describe as mood lighting.

“You have voice-activated lights?” he asked, a touch overwhelmed by the sheer extravagance of his surroundings.

He admitted he was reconsidering his refusal of Alessia’s marriage offer. This penthouse was worth more than he would ever make in his lifetime as an enforcer.

“Don’t talk about my home, talk about me,” Pola whined as she began stripping off a lot of her extra accessories, like her gloves and jewelry. She’d lost her gauntlet at some point in Lionetti Tower. “I like hearing my name in your voice.”

Vince shrugged off his jacket, finding an empty-ish piece of furniture to dump it on, along with anything else important. “I’m sure we’ll be saying each other’s name’s a lot once my cock is in you.”

Pola bit her lip and her gaze grew heated. She stepped backward toward her bed, deftly avoiding the crap strewn across the floor. A finger curled toward him as her free hand fiddled with her dress.

The black fabric hit the ground a second later, leaving the gorgeous little bombshell in little more than her low-cut black lacy underwear. Her tail drooped nervously while her ear twitched.

More than a few fine lines crisscrossed her body, normally hidden from view. He’d spotted a few at times when her jacket shifted to reveal her arms, but many more lay across her chest and belly. He guessed her back would be littered with them. None consisted of more than a thin white line, like the aftermath of a surgical scar.

But they stood as proof of the fights she’d been in, and the magical nature of many of the wounds she’d taken. Even tonight’s had yet to fully heal despite the healing infusions she’d taken. Vince suspected more than a few were Nina’s fault.

He stepped up to the nervous wolfgirl. Her ear twitched as she looked up at him with bright green eyes. His hands ran along her skin, eliciting gasps as he enjoyed the soft feel of her tummy and the sheer volume and heft of her tits.

“You’re gorgeous, Pola,” he said. “And you’ll look even better once you’re out of this.”

His fingers slid around her back and undid her bra, causing it to fall to the floor beneath them. Her impressive breasts bounced a little once freed. Given her activities tonight, she must have gotten a lot of support from that little bit of fabric.

“I haven’t been touched like this before,” Pola gasped as he flicked one of her nipples. “Everything you do makes me feel so hot inside.”

“Oh, so all the messing around and the reputation your gang has for taking men is for nothing?” he teased.

She bared her teeth, only for her visage to melt as he rubbed a finger against her pussy through her panties. Her entire body teetered back and forth in response, causing her tits to press against his chest.

“I never did that,” she mumbled. “That was all the other girls, even if I did sometimes beat everyone up.”

“Like the night we met.”

She grinned despite the pleasure running through her breasts and crotch. “I wanted more than to just beat you up. That night, I dreamed of beating you and dragging you back here so we could fuck all night.”

Well, that explained why Alessia had tried to get him to marry her sister. “What if I won?”

“That was the other dream.” Her face colored. “I thought you’d take me in the club in front of the girls, then line them all up and breed them just as hard.”

Vince briefly imagined that scene happening, only for the police to bust in halfway through. Or Alessia to arrive and see the insanity.

Realistically, there was no way in hell he was that crazy. But Pola had quite the imagination.

While he distracted himself with his thoughts, Pola tugged at his shirt. At her insistence, he let her pull it off. Her lips pressed against one of his nipples and she nipped at it with her teeth.

A light hiss escaped him, but he managed to not step back. “What the hell?”

“You’re my mate. I’m allowed to mark you,” she said. Her hands pushed inside his pants. “Before you mark my womb forever and ever.”

Vince reminded himself of Fia’s words. Pola was on contraceptives. He trusted Fia. This was just the hormones talking, and she didn’t actually plan to get pregnant.

Especially because he suspected that pulling out a condom would result in Pola throwing it over her shoulder with a smirk.

She slid his pants off, then crouched down and tugged at his underwear. They slid free and his cock popped out, big and hard enough to nearly hit Pola in the face. She froze. A shuddering breath escaped her, right before she rose slightly and gave his shaft a long sniff, her eyes closing.

“Mate,” she said. “This is the smell I’ll know for the rest of my life.”

Apparently Vince’s caveat about tonight being just about the sex hadn’t gotten through to Pola. Tomorrow might be awkward. But that was a problem for future Vince, rather than present Vince, who had a horny wolfgirl about to suck his cock while drizzling pussy juices over her bedroom floor. Present Vince allowed his mind to focus on the raw scent of arousal rushing through his nostrils. He was going to enjoy fucking Pola.

“You’re still getting bigger,” Pola mumbled.

Her lips closed over his tip. She stared directly at his length as she got her first taste of cock—his cock—and her hands pressed against his thighs. He ran his hands through her dense, silky hair, but was careful not to push her against him.

Even without his urging, she began to bob and suckle. Her tongue tickled the rim of his glans once she went deep enough. Once she began sucking his cock in earnest, one of her hands slipped lower. He heard the slick sounds of her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. Pola’s eyes glazed over.

She abruptly pulled off him, eyes full of heat. “I want it.”

He blinked, but before he could react, Pola rose and flopped onto her bed. She’d pulled her panties down, revealing the pretty pink pussy he’d be splitting open shortly. Her fingers ran along it as she toyed with her clit.

“Fuck me. Breed me,” she moaned, gesturing him to join her on the bed with her voice.

Vince wasted no time. He climbed onto her bed. She retreated to the middle, which mattered a lot less given the sheer size of the thing. Nina could sleep next to them without being disturbed.

But once he got close to Pola, she pounced. Her strength overwhelmed him and she flipped him over. He lay on his back with her above him. With a deft kick, she sent her panties flying across the room, leaving both of them completely naked.

“I think I can guess which of your fantasies you prefer,” he said.

She grinned. “We can take turns. I want this to be a long, long, long, loooong night.”

Her eyes curved as she straddled his thighs. He felt the warmth of her pussy juices dribbling on his balls while her fingers pressed his cock against her abdomen. She looked down and gulped.

“It looks so huge,” she said. “But my instincts scream at me to jump on it and ride you until your balls dry up. All I can feel is the heat rushing from your cock into my belly.”

With Pola’s gorgeous naked body hanging over him, framed by her illustrious silver hair and piercing green eyes, Vince’s mind screamed at him to do something similar. He wanted to feel his cock slam into her womb and bloat her with his kids, even if he knew that wasn’t what would happen.

He danced his fingers along the side of his body to reach her, all under Pola’s watchful gaze. She gasped when he teased her clit. The cute little nub caused her to gush over him and her whole body bucked against him.

“Don’t just tease me,” she whined.

She hands pressed against his stomach as she leaned forward and lifted herself up. Understanding the request in her tone, he gripped his cock and lined it up for her. Little by little, Pola lowered herself onto him.

First, her lips touched his tip. She froze then. Her juices ensured his cock was well lubricated while he waited patiently for her to keep going.

Then she pushed further. His cock split her pussy open as the tip slid inside her and she moaned.

“You’re finally inside me. I finally claimed you,” Pola said, smiling at him with a victorious glint in her eyes.

“We’ve barely started. You don’t get to say you’ve claimed me from so little,” he said.

She pouted. “But it’s true, I’ve—”

He interrupted her by thrusting his hips upward. Sure, this was a little mean for her first time, but she was being possessive. It didn’t hurt to push back a little.

His cock slammed into her, nearly hilting in her, before he fell back. She followed him down as her instincts pushed her to ride him. He felt her pussy press against his crotch as he bottomed out in her. Pola panted like the wolfgirl she was, then snatched a kiss.

“Mean,” she said.

He thrust into her again. Once again, she followed him down with a moan as her insides contracted around him.

“Fuck,” she moaned. “Harder.”

She began moving faster than he thrust, and soon he didn’t need to move at all. Her ass slammed into his thighs with loud, wet smacks. Her tits hypnotized him as they bounced around rhythmically. He kept his hands on the soft, lovely flesh of her thighs as Pola rode him harder and harder. His cock roared with pleasure and heat.

Soon, she began moving faster than any woman he’d ever been with. A groan escaped him. She threw her head back, her hair lashing through the dim light of the room.

“This is what I wanted,” Pola cried out, eyes laced with lust and heat. “The cock of the only man I think is worthy of me, and to be able to go all out.”

The bed creaked as she slammed into him faster and harder. He barely even saw his cock as she swallowed it with huge, rapid movements that caused his balls to churn. A strange, searing heat ran along his length that he vaguely recognized but seemed more intense than his memories suggested.

Then, without warning, he blew his load inside Pola. Fat ropes of cum painted her insides his color with every throb of his cock and he assuredly gave her womb the filling it wanted.

But Pola kept going at the same pace. Her eyes widened as she felt his seed filling her.

“Fuuuck,” she moaned. “You’re filling me. I’m being bred by my mate while riding him for the first time.”

A frothy mess of white mixed with her juices, spilling over his crotch and balls as she kept going. He never softened, though. Instead, that strange searing heat intensified as he felt Pola only go faster.

She leaned backward and propped herself up against his thighs, losing herself in pleasure. “I’m coming again. Keep fucking me.”

Again? Vince barely had time to register her words before she slammed her hips against him. The feeling of her orgasm barely felt different to anything else. Pola simply kept going, panting and heaving as his cock took her to cloud nine. Vince rode the pleasure, saving his own strength for later.

Because he’d need it if Pola was this vigorous. He was damn thankful to Fia for the pills, as without them he’d be very dead right now. Pola didn’t even try to keep her strength in check. Instead of pain, every powerful slam of her body into his crotch brought immense pleasure.

He came again, fingers pressing into her thighs as he shot his load deep inside the wolfgirl. Pola stopped this time. She basked in the afterglow of the heat filling her, one hand rubbing at her tummy.

“This is everything I dreamed it would be,” she whispered.

The two of them remained like this for nearly a minute, his cock still hard inside her thanks to that strange heat—which his memories slowly told him was a side-effect of having sex with a wolfgirl and kept him from going soft. Only happiness and the smell of sex filled the room.

And then, of course, reality intervened. Vince’s phone buzzed.

Ordinarily, he’d ignore it. In fact, he planned to.

Unfortunately, that was the moment he remembered that he’d forgotten to tell Nina he wouldn’t be home tonight. The message was assuredly her.

Pola saw the look of terror that crossed his face and scowled.

“It’s your girlfriend, isn’t it?” she asked.

“It’s fine. She’s all about, uh, expanding the pride,” he said, making sure there wasn’t any confusion.

Pola scoffed. “I don’t care if she approves. I’m taking you no matter what and she can compete with me for once.”

For once?

But a bigger problem than asking a question arose. Pola began to cast a spell, and his gut feeling suggested it would be trouble.

When it finished, the phone shot out of his pants and to her hand. Her eyes narrowed when she tapped it. Then she tossed it to him.

“Um,” he said, all eloquence.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m guessing you forgot to tell her about tonight. Go on.”

Wary but thankful, he unlocked his phone and pulled up the message. Naturally, it was Nina prodding him about any wolfgirl orgies. Although she also said that Nicki and Fia had said he might not be home tonight. He had no idea how to read her messages at the moment. Maybe she was just happy he was safe? Or perhaps she was playing nice so he wouldn’t run away before she chained him to the bed for the rest of his life?

His fingers tapped at the keyboard.

Only for Pola to snatch the phone away in a blur.

“Hey!” he yelped, reaching for his phone back.

She held him down effortlessly, Then he felt her pull off him, his cock exiting with a wet pop. Pola turned and sat atop him as he tried to sit up. Her tail moved like a helicopter rotor, hitting him repeatedly in the face.

When he felt her hand grip his dick and her pussy slide over it again, he knew something was wrong. Especially when she held the phone out with one arm, facing them with the camera app open.

“Pola, don’t you fucking dare,” he snapped.

Her manic grin was visible in the app, which showed him the camera’s view. She leaned back, ensuring the photo had a good view of his cock in her, and then flipped the bird at the camera. She took the photo.

A few taps later, he saw her send it to Nina.

Oh. Oh, fuck. Pola knew his girlfriend was Nina.

No. Pola had known the entire time that Nina was his girlfriend. How else could he explain the complete lack of surprise?

“That was fun,” Pola said as she tossed the phone back on the pile of clothes, then pulled off him. “Now, let’s get back to the mating, Vince.”

He rose and pushed her down on the bed, an unknown source of strength surging through his veins. “Pola, what the fuck?”

She simply grinned at him. “You’re my mate. I want her to know that.” Her fingers ran along his jaw and she pressed her lips against the other side of his face. “You’ve made me yours, and you’re mine. Isn’t that why you’re pushing me down? Because this is how you want me, right before you fuck me silly.”

His anger faded somewhat. At least until the morning, when he’d deal with the aftermath of this prank. He needed to introduce Pola to Nina at some point.

But at least he knew that Pola hadn’t used him to get back at Nina. She genuinely seemed interested in him. He pressed his lips against hers and she returned the kiss as enthusiastically as ever, her fingers running along his sides.

He pulled back and bent her legs double, squishing her tits together. His cock pressed against her slit.

“It’s time for you to learn what I do to bad girls, Pola,” he said.

“Fuck them all night?” she whispered plaintively.

He answered her by hilting his cock in her. Teaching this rambunctious wolfgirl some manners might take more than a night, but he’d get a good start.

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Commentary: I expect this sex scene will be fairly controversial. Pola is still Pola, even if Vince is enjoying her attention for the most part and turns the tide a bit at times. The selfie is exactly as chaotic as she'd act, fits her character motivations, and comes with a set of consequences.

As a side note, I'll likely split Ch18/19 differently in the book. The current split felt natural, but this chapter is very long due to the sheer length of the Pola sex scene (it's over 3k words after entering the penthouse).

Ignoring the Pola scene, the Fia stuff is a reminder that while Mob wasn't intended to have any strong themes (unlike my other works), it has ended up with "family" as one. I don't think this counts as found family, but the Lionettis are effectively adopting Vince into their fold and treating him as one of them (with a strong mixture of lust, although they're not as aggressive as they acted when he first met them).