He tugged her slightly away from him and angled his hips, positioning the tip of his cock against her core. Lightly, he pushed, inserting himself with agonizing slowness.
How tightly she clutched him.
How hotly she enveloped him.
How deep she took him!
She locked her ankles around him and flexed, drawing herself against him and sheathing him the rest of the way.
Their lips clung together, hot breaths meshing as he flexed to thrust, in and out. She wrapped her arms around him, almost as tightly as her legs. Her body thrummed with tension, a live wire ready to snap.
He well understood that feeling. He wanted to snap too.
Faster, he thrust, a body-to-body grind that stimulated her G-spot, which, in turn, meant her channel quivered and squeezed, fisting his shaft.
He could have stayed in that pre-climactic moment forever, but she came. And came hard.
She screamed into his mouth, tightened all around him, and her sex shuddered and spasmed in waves of bliss.
It was too much. Too wonderful. Too … Aaaah.
He might have roared the wordless sound. Thankfully, she didn't seem to notice as she hung limply in his grasp, her head resting on his shoulder.
Cradling her in his arms, Arik enjoyed the moment. A moment that went on for a while until he felt compelled to ask, "Are you okay?"
She stirred against him. Her head tilted far enough for him to see the lazy smile she shot him. "Better than okay." She wiggled in his arms, and he let her down, hiding his smug satisfaction as she wavered on wobbly legs, a smugness that faded when she said, "That sure beats waking up to Frosted Flakes and milk."
Did she really compare him to- "Processed cereal?" He shuddered. "Don't tell me you eat that stuff."
"All the time. I like it. It's fast and easy. Who doesn't like a bowl of sugar to perk them up in the morning?"
"Not me. A lion needs real food."
"Lion? Someone's got a messed-up opinion of himself," she teased, not realizing his verbal gaffe. "Although I'll admit you do kind of remind me of an animal with some of the noises you make."
If she only knew those noises were just the tip of his furry, perfectly tufted tail.
"So sue me for being a man who expresses himself vocally when aroused. But I warn you, sue me at your own peril. I have the best lawyer in town on retainer."
"If you ask me, your money would be better spent with a psychiatrist for your ego problem."
"Admit it, my supreme confidence is sexy."
"No, it's disturbing, but lucky for you, your butt is awesome."
He might have blinked as she both insulted and praised him at once. He didn't know if he should pounce on her and nibble until she apologized or pounce and nibble to thank her. Funny how one solution worked no matter the scenario.
Problem was, any scenario would have to wait. He had business to attend to.
Meowr. Yeah, the man was disappointed too.
"So, does your dislike of processed food mean there's nothing in the fridge?"
Beer. Coconut milk, which he preferred to the pasteurized cow kind. Utterly disgusting. As far as he was concerned, the only thing cows were good for was a thick steak, barely singed and slapped on a plate loaded with carb-laden side dishes.
Food. His tummy rumbled. This was a need he could take care of. He'd call the kitchen and have them whip up two breakfasts, actually, three. He had to remember to take care of his mate now too. "If you can hold on about fifteen, twenty minutes, then I'll have a proper meal sent to you while I'm at my meeting." Which he really needed to get to before Hayder returned with a chainsaw to cut through his door.
His beta was excellent at keeping him on track. The bastard.
The water still ran hot, and steam fogged the air. He grabbed the soap to perform a quick wash, at least that was his intent. Kira didn't make it easy, not when she ran her hands over the soapy spots, a teasing grin on her lips and a cock-hardening excuse of, "Let me help you get clean for that meeting you need to get to."
She was going to help him lose his mind, and given how dirty his thoughts were when she borrowed the soap and bent over to scrub her toes, no amount of cleanser in the world could help.
I need to leave. Now. Before he got distracted again.
Some days it sucked being the city's Alpha.
With a hard kiss and a groan of true regret, he left Kira in the shower and snagged a towel. He dried himself as he entered his closet to look for clothes.
When he exited a few minutes later, properly dressed in a suit, with an impeccably wound tie, he found Kira lounging on the bed, wearing only a towel.
Just a towel between him and-
Such a bad kitty.
Time to put aside thoughts that involved licking, biting, and scratching and to get to work.
The quicker I get done, the quicker I'm back here.
"I'll return as soon as I can," he promised, unable to resist running a hand down her leg.
She sat up and hugged the towel to her chest, not that it did much to hide her cleavage. "What am I supposed to do while you're gone?"
Tell her not to escape because she wouldn't get far? Forbid her from contacting anyone so she wouldn't compromise her safety? Should he tell her to not play with herself and save herself for him? Wait, that was only something women did in horror movies before the killer showed up. I should order her to think of me. On second thought, no need. As if she won't be thinking of me.
Kira was right about one thing. Arik was arrogant enough to know thoughts of him would plague her. Whether those thoughts were good or not, totally different question. "Why don't you take the time I'm gone to relax? Get a good meal in you. I'll have food sent up to you from my private kitchen." Not so private given most of his family used it too, but as alpha, he got priority.
"Sounds good. Have a good meeting." Cheerfully and only missing a June Cleaver, ‘dear,' to make it picket-fence perfect.
It was also completely out of character.
Almost to the door, Arik paused and turned to face her. "You are taking this way too well."
Expression innocent, she met his gaze. "Whatever do you mean?"
She didn't bat her lashes, but it was close. His brows drew together in suspicion. "You're pretending right now, aren't you, that you're okay with all this."
"Me, pretend?" Such wide, guileless eyes and … Ooh, the towel slipped. Yummy. Berries.
Eyes on her face. Eyes on her face!
He diverted his gaze and fought to regain his train of thought. "I mean this morning you kept trying to escape and telling me how you liked me but couldn't be with now. Yet now you're taunting me with your delicious body." Her smile blinded him. "And you're tempting me with promises of delights for later." She licked her lips. "And apparently want me to believe that you're going to stay here."
"Isn't that what you want?"
"Well, yeah. But I didn't think you'd agree so easily."
"Would it do me any good to argue?"
"No." And, yes, he realized his flatly worded reply probably made him sounded irrevocably cavemanish. He didn't care. He didn't want her going anywhere. Not without him.
She rolled a bare shoulder. "If it won't do me any good to argue, then what's the point? You've already proven you're bigger than me. Besides, I'm starting to appreciate the perks." She winked, and the towel accidentally slipped again. He almost tore off his tie and pounced.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Damn Hayder and his awful timing.
Stupid responsibilities. They just had to come knocking at his door when he was thinking of knocking at her door.
Distracted again and, judging by her amused smirk, on purpose.
"Behave," he said, shaking his finger.
"That's no fun."
"Kira." He said it with a warning tone that his pride knew to listen to.
Except Kira wasn't one of the pride. "Oh fine, I'll be a good girl." Her husky laugh didn't reassure. "You be a good boy, and just so you know, I'll be thinking of you while you're gone," she threatened as she rolled onto her back, the towel riding up her thighs, parting at her hip.
He took a step her way. Stopped. Growled. He forced himself to turn away from the pretty pinkness he knew waited for him under that towel.
"Later. And you'd better be here, or else," he warned as he left.
Left with the image of her splayed on his bed. Ready and willing. Alone.
Grrrr.
Thus it was, with a little more irritation than Jeoff probably deserved, that Arik stalked into the meeting room.
"How the hell did you lose the target?" Arik snapped as he dropped into a sturdy leather-covered chair.
"Good afternoon to you too, Your Majesty." Jeoff's smirk went well with his sarcastic lilt. A man in his early thirties, Jeoff was alpha to the city Pack of wolves. While strong in character, he was no match for Arik and didn't have the strength or numbers to make a run for title of city alpha-or concrete king-which put him under Arik when it came to power.