Page 5 of Draco's Fire

He narrowed his eyes on her, trying not to be taken aback by how damn hot she was looking. He nodded his head, "You are correct. What does PEACE have to do with my rally?"

"I heard you are having it to help boost non-violence against metahumans. Do you not see a problem with the way you're going about this? I mean, I'm all for this, but you're not going to have any security there? Do you honestly think that is safe?"

Tyson leaned back in his chair, trying to relieve a little pressure off his dick. He shook his head, "What does PEACE want with the rally?"

"We don't need a rally going on that is going just to piss off a bunch of people, and when people get pissed off, other people start to get hurt."

He narrowed his eyes, "I think that it is completely up to the HOPE foundation to do what they want."

She clicked her tongue, and Tyson swallowed. He so badly wanted that mouth on him. "I'll give you an ultimatum, have PEACE security guards there or call off the rally altogether."

Tyson started to chuckle. Surely this was a bad joke. He watched as she remained entirely still, telling him she wasn't kidding around.

He shakes his head, "No. We will have the rally and without your people there to disrupt it. If we have PEACE security there, it won't send the message we want. I know you people. You aren't below beating someone for answers."

She scowled, "Let's be real here. Pacifism can't be all that you believe in. You somehow got to this place, and I'm sure violence was involved a little."

Tyson didn't like what she was implying and scowled. "As I've said, we won't be needing your help. And I took a vow against violence, Shayla. The way to a peaceful life is through non-violence. I know your organization."

She narrowed her eyes, and Tyson knew they were at an impasse. So, he waved towards his door. He didn't show her the way in, and he wasn't going to show her the way out.

Shayla pushed herself up, and a buzzer went off in her phone. She pulled out what looked like a walkie and clipped it on. They quickly hear the report, "Another incident.." There was a pause, "Reported one death of a metahuman."

Tyson clicked his jaw together, and Shayla set her lips in a straight line. 'We may not agree to the ways of the future, but I think we can both agree we want to save lives. Do you want more deaths on your hands at the rally?"

Tyson didn't, and he didn't want to argue with her anymore either. His dick was starting to hurt again.

"Fine." He growled, "But they remain undercover. I don't want to see a single one."

She gives him a smile, "Great, it was a pleasure to meet you, Tyson." She turned, walking out of his office, a leap in her step and a sway in her hips.

Tyson could hardly keep his eyes off her ass or her perfectly formed body. He pushed himself up once he heard his front door shut, and he headed out towards his master bathroom connected to his bedroom.

He turned his water to ice-cold and stripped down. He kept seeing her smile and the sway of her hips. He knew she was his mate and his body refused to let him calm down.

He stepped under the cold water and grabbed his cock. He closed his eyes and slid his hand up and down his length. He thought of her smile and the sound her mouth made when she clicked her tongue. It wasn't long before he orgasmed just by thinking about her.

He was still frustrated and needed something else to take the edge off. He took flight and left the city. His head was up in the clouds so much, he landed in a large pasture and killed a sheep ripping the head clean off. The blood was enough to satisfy his need for now, but how long would that hold?

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Shayla

Shayla stepped out into the street, irritated. How the hell was it that that guy was a pacifist? How? There was no way in hell that was possible. She hailed a cab, frustrated with herself.

She won the argument and was able to get security there at the rally, but she felt like she had lost. Maybe it was because Tyson wasn't willing until after the death of someone. She started to chew on her bottom lip.

"Where are we headed?" The driver spoke up, and Shayla realized she hadn't said anything.

"Sorry, north." She pointed forward and leaned back into her seat. It was sad that Tyson had such a passion for non-violence. He was so damn hot. Sure she had seen him in pictures but to see the man in full form. Damn, her heart was still fluttering, and she was so damn horny. When he narrowed his eyes, Jesus, she was willing to give the man anything.

She shook her head, needing to focus. They had a rally they needed to be prepared for and soon.

The next day at the rally, her team and she each had spots to be at. Tyson wanted them undercover, and she was going to do precisely that. It wasn't her favorite idea, but she didn't need to piss him off as well as her bosses.

There were eight of them altogether. One at each of the four main entry points, and the other four were walking around as if they were there to listen. Everyone was wearing casual clothes and an earpiece in their left ear.

Shayla swallowed, sipping a soda she ordered. She took a seat on a bench, surveying the surrounding area. They had a stage set up in the middle of the park, and people were crowding around to listen. Shayla would be lying if she said she wasn't surprised at the numbers that had arrived.

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