Free Whirlwind Revolution by Flynn Eire Page A

want, Torr. This is just for you.”
    “Harder. Gods, do it harder. You know just how to touch me but I need more,” he begged, squirming against the wall and my body.
    “I can give you that. Will you give me what I want when the meeting’s over? I want hours of passion buried in your sweet ass, showing you everything you’ve not experienced yet.”
    I didn’t wait for his answer, dropping to my knees, and making two things clear. One, it wasn’t some trade for sexual favors. Two, I would get exactly what I wanted whether he said it now or not.
    I swallowed him down, and it didn’t take long for him to blow with how wound up he’d been. Moaning at the taste of my lynx, I had a stray thought that I shouldn’t ever refer to him as that because Torr could never be mine.
    Kind of took the fun out of the moment, but I still finished, swallowing down everything Torr gave me, taking good care of my temporary lover. Then I tucked him back in his pants and zipped them up, kissing his neck and up to his ear as he gasped for air.
    “Better?”
    “You have a very, very gifted mouth,” he panted before pulling my head to his. We kissed for a few more minutes, but then it really was time for him to get back to the meeting.
    “For the record, I have lots of gifted parts and abilities,” I murmured in his ear as we stepped out into the hallway.
    “Yes, your facilitating news between your leader and myself has been quite helpful.” Torr focused straight ahead as he said it, and I knew I was back in bodyguard and liaison mode.
    Fine, I wouldn’t push my meaning—for now.
    “King Torrance, we’ve set up several ideas of excuses that people might use to withdraw money from their accounts, as long as they don’t do it all at once, that will fool the humans,” Samantha explained, catching us up when we rejoined them. “We also believe faking a death here and there might get prime people off the radar.”
    “No good,” Torr argued, wincing at the change in title. “We don’t want to draw any extra attention and we’re already taking too many risks. All it would take is one government looking into a death that wasn’t real to figure out we were onto them and it could blow the chance to get millions to safety. The problem will be getting to safety the people the governments planned to take out first. So for now they are in too much danger to risk it.
    “We have hundreds in the military, watched constantly. If we slip up in any way, then they are lost to us. No, we pack and prepare to start slowly moving supplies to the new strongholds once they’re built. If we let some fake deaths or start withdrawing money, then others will think what’s one more and too many could do that.”
    “That’s a good point, your grace,” one Alpha sighed. “All right, what about buying additional supplies? I would say to start buying extras of the basics and instructing people to always take out the max amount of cash back on their cards.”
    “Yes, that’s good and something that’s not suspicious as long as it’s not a substantial amount in one day. Everyone needs to get everything, and we will start having to group up as a true family. Keep in mind, we won’t be moving to a subdivision of individual houses. More likely dorm-type rooms, or best case, suites and apartments. I will have to get more specifics, but for now, tell your people to sell nonessentials they can live without to pawn shops.
    “That’s step one along with packing. For now, that’s it . People start quitting their jobs or acting out of the ordinary and all is lost. I will not allow the felines to be the reason that millions of paranormals lose their lives.”
    “Understood, your grace,” most agreed.
    “If I might, King Torrance?” one woman hedged.
    “Of course, now is the time for input that we can discuss and think on,” he guided.
    “Samantha mentioned that there might be casters who will aid us in getting our money. I was thinking weapons. I