Chapter 31 - Persephone

I can't believe I just did that! Who am 1? Because I'm certainly not myself, or at least not the person I

was before I met Jonathan. Before him, I'd have wrinkled my nose and dismissed the idea of putting

work aside for a guy. I'd probably have made a face and gagged at the notion of giving a blow job,

least of all in a bathroom. That's more something André would do. He probably has either with

Darren or someone he knew before Darren.

Yeah, I will stop thinking about that before I get sick. No offense to André. He's a good-looking guy,

but beyond that, he’s family. I don’t want the visual of him sucking some guy's dick in a bathroom. I

cringed, wrinkling my nose as I shook my head vehemently in the bathroom stall.

“How about focusing on Jonathan and the dick you just sucked.’ Sara suggested. "You enjoyed it,

and you know it. And if you want to lie and say you didn't, your wet panties say otherwise.’ She

taunted.

I didn't have time for her foolishness. I had to get myself under control when I heard two male

voices in the bathroom. I couldn't walk out there blushing over what we'd just done. We are in a

professional environment. Or at least that's what this is supposed to be. The more I meet staff in this

company, the less I believe that's true. The way they treat Jonathan is appalling. The disrespectful

assholes are lucky my mate is such an easygoing and forgiving man.

I get why Jonathan keeps his identity a secret, but I don't think I can understand how he allows

people to disrespect him, even when he’s Jonny. He doesn't have to pull the boss card, but he

should stand up for himself. The number of jaws that would drop, people that would shit or piss

themselves, and groveling apologies that would happen if these people knew Jonny Weaver was

their boss Jonathan Silvercloud.

“He may not be willing to stand up for himself as Jonny Weaver, but at least he’s willing to do so for

you.’ Sara pointed out as Jonathan stood up against Robbie and Dick... I mean Dirk, in my defense.

I was ready to get involved and put these two assholes on their asses when things escalated. I didn't

end up needing to, as John Kinsley walked in. I'm not sure if the med-bot was an excuse, but it was

still weird for him to look for Jonathan in the bathroom. I'd ask how he knew where to find him, but

that would be pointless. Even if they weren't of the same pack, werewolves have a keen sense of

smell he'd be able to track Jonathan anywhere in the building.

Besides, John showing up in the bathroom, of all places, made it even more entertaining. It's a good

thing they were in a bathroom because I'm pretty sure Robbie and Dick need to change their

underwear after that. I commend myself for not laughing until we returned to the lab. After we were

inside, all bets were off, and I laughed openly. Jonathan at least joined in my laughter, while John

didn't look amused.

"Aw, don't be like that, John. You know you love me like your own flesh and blood.” Jonathan

chuckled as he put an arm around John's shoulders.

They were opposites. John was clean-cut in a business suit and tie. Meanwhile, Jonathan had his

thick beard, rocked casual jeans and a science joke tee. I don't think I've seen such an eclectic group

of ranked wolves as Bloodmoon. In Incubi, the ranked wolves always dress at least in business casual

unless in their private time. The same for Nebrodi and even Madonie though André’s idea of

business casual is a bit brighter than most.

You'd never expect them to be friends, well maybe John and Charles, but that's about it. Yet in

Bloodmoon, their Alpha is a scruffy mountain man casual in jeans and flannel. Their Beta John is

formal in a business suit. Their Gamma Charles favors a less formal look wearing business casual.

And then there is their Delta, my mate Jonathan in geek casual. I'm still surprised with how well

these four very different personalities manage to work together to run the largest pack in North

America.

"Yes... well, I'm stuck with you.” John sighed as he removed Jonathan's arm from around his

shoulders. “My brother did make a promise to your mother to look out for you. That didn't go away

when you became an adult.”

John frowned as he looked at what Jonathan was wearing. “Some days, I question the adult part.

What on earth are you wearing? This is a place of business. Even Persephone has dressed

appropriately.” He gestured to me.

“What? I love this shirt. Isis and Kurt got it for me, so if you have a problem, take it up with your

niece.” Jonathan grinned as he stepped back to my side. “And you act like I can't dress up. I wore a

suit at least six times.”

"Six times? That's your clap back to him saying you dress childishly?” I arched my eyebrow.

"Weddings and funerals do not count, Jon.” John sighed in exasperation as he ran a hand over his

face.

“So, did you want to discuss the med-bot? Or was there another reason you tracked us to the

restroom?” I asked, deciding John might prefer a change in subject.

"While, yes, I would like an update on the project. It wasn't the main reason I was looking for Jon.”

John nodded.

“What's up?” Jonathan asked as he hopped onto the workstation, casually kicking his legs.

I couldn't stop the giggle from escaping my lips. Jonathan is too damn adorable for words.

“Beg your pardon. Please, continue, Mister Kinsley.” I blushed, embarrassed at giggling so suddenly,

as John arched his brow at me.

"We should discuss this elsewhere, somewhere more secure,” John suggested glancing at where the

camera was.

“Ah... yes, hold on. I had a rather ingenious revelation last night. I probably would've gotten out of

bed to build it, but someone..." Jonathan smirked as he winked at me. “Was dead set on keeping

me in bed.”

I rolled my eyes, hating that I was blushing.

"Enough with taunting Miss Fayte. Please get to your point.” John gestured with his hand for him to

move things along.

"Alright, alright.” Jonathan laughed as he jumped down and went to his computer. “I'll taunt her in

private at home.” He muttered though we both heard him.

“Oh, how you look forward to him teasing you at home.’ Sara chuckled.

l ignored her and focused on the blazing-fast movements of Jonathan's fingers on his keyboard.

Damn, he's got some talented fingers.

“This isn't news. Jonathan finger-banged you, so you already know he’s good with his hands." Sara

didn't miss a beat. I swear the Goddess must have decided that if I lived outside of Sicily and far

from André D'Amore, I needed a horndog for a wolf to make up for it.

“And....done." Jonathan turned to us with a grin. “Like how the elevator plays a loop when I go to

my office, it can loop for my lab.”

“Wait... but what security footage are you looping? If someone were watching us, they'd have seen

John with us, so you couldn't just loop footage of you in your lab.” I questioned, furrowing my brow.

"She makes a valid point.” John nodded.

“The program snags five minutes of footage from before I trigger it. So if someone in security is

watching, they will see the three of us talking and John getting annoyed.” Jonathan smiled proudly.

"And you only thought of that after John showed up instead of before our trip to the bathroom?” I

asked incredulously. What the hell? I could have avoided kneeling on a bathroom floor to give him a

blow job and then dealing with those two assholes?

“I considered it, but the loop breaks if the door is opened. And we can't simply lock my lab like we

did the bathroom.” He shrugged.

“I don't want to know what you deviants were doing in that bathroom.” John sighed, pinching the

bridge of his nose. “It's good I have more important things to deal with.”

“We will circle back to this later.” I pointed at Jonathan before I turned to John. “So what did you

need with us? Or I guess with Jonathan since I'm not part of the pack or your Delta yet.”

“You will be soon enough, and my reason is two parts that involve you both.” John sighed.

“First, Cillian is outside. He's been sitting in his car for hours.” John certainly doesn't ease into

subjects. “Probably arguing with his wolf about wanting to barge into the building to find Mila.”

“That figures.” Jonathan shrugged. “You, of all people, should know how hard it is to ignore the pull

of the bond. Irving had you sitting stalker-like in rose bushes, watching Sarael at her house.”

Jonathan teased.

“I'm not saying I don't understand.” John rolled his eyes. “I stopped at his car before entering the

building. Hopefully, I've talked him out of coming inside. I've explained that doing so will only cause

more harm than good.”

“Is the second part about Shikoba knowing of werewolves now that she’s Rohan's second chance

mate?” I asked.

“She's what? Why wasn't I informed of this?” John's surprise was short-lived as he narrowed his eyes

at Jonathan.

“It happened fast. And I handled it. I gave Shikoba Charles’ number, said she could call him if

needed and told her she should give Rohan a chance. Persephone explained a bit more about his

past. So I think she'll give him a chance.” Jonathan shrugged.

“This is not what I need right now."John groaned and rubbed his temples.

“No point stressing over it. Rohan and Shikoba have to work things out from here. All we can do is

provide support as they ask for it.” I rationalized. “So, if Shikoba and Rohan weren't the second

reason for you coming here, what was?”

“You're family.” John sighed. “One in particular.”

"What did André do now?” I sighed, quickly guessing who could be causing John stress

"He's decided he doesn’t have to or want to wait. He's going to be here tomorrow with Darren and

Lando in tow. The others are still waiting till next week as they have young children to account for

when traveling.” John explained.

"Goddess, help us.” I groaned. “He couldn't give me a week. Oh crap, he’s probably decided to hand

deliver those “care packages’ to Isis and me.” I slapped my hand to my forehead.

"Care packages?” Jonathan arched his brow.

“Why is my niece involved in this?” John asked.

"After it got out that I'm Jonathan's mate, a group chat was started. In his excitement, André

decided he would send a care package of his favorite toys and flavored lubes for experimenting

sexually with. And because of how Isis responded to his suggestion, he determined she needed a

care package too and commented about Kurt's penis size.” I sighed.

“Is that what you didn’t want me or Delilah to see?” Jonathan snickered. “Your Alpha nephew

offering you a care package of sex toys and lube? Sounds like a nice gesture to me.”

“Jonathan, stop talking. Beyond that, I want to know nothing about your sex life. I want to know

even less about my niece's sex life.” John sighed, shaking his head.

“John, you need to relax. Maybe André should bring you a care package too. You can drop the kids

off with an overnight sitter. I'm sure Colby and Allie will take them for you. And have a fun night in

with Sarael.” Jonathan suggested.

“Your suggestion of whatever Alpha André is bringing for Persephone and. Goddess help me, Isis

aside, that's not a bad idea. I'm sure Sarael and I could both use a good night's rest.” John nodded,

heading to the door.

“When you leave the building, just be mindful that Cillian is out there. Try to keep him from getting

too close to Mila.” John instructed before walking out.

Great. André is coming early because he’s annoying, and Cillian is outside hoping to reach his mate.

I don't know why we don't just let him get to Mila. She'll scent him and maybe give up her idiotic

plan to have Jonathan.