It was perfect. She was perfect.
Next time, she’d be naked, and I would taste every part of her.
I worked her clit. Switched my attention to her neglected breast.
Her hips jerked. She hung her head. Moaned as her pussy clamped down on my cock like a vice. Rippled. Squeezed. Her cries as she lost control forced me to follow her into the abyss.
Fuuuuck. My balls tightened to the point of pain. I hovered on the edge, didn’t want it to be over so soon, but I couldn’t fucking stop. Not with her heated core squeezing me like a fist made of fire. I had no hope of resisting. No fucking chance.
I came. Hard. My seed spurted inside her. Filled her. Slipped out to run down her thighs as I fucked her through my orgasm. Kept moving. Slow-rolled my pleasure as we both slowly came down from the peak.
She collapsed against me and I caught her back against my chest, held her in place with my cock buried deep. I wasn’t ready to break the connection, to give her up.
My beast had remained quiet, but he stirred. Sullen. Angry that I had refused him.
I didn’t fucking care what that bastard wanted. She was mine right now.
The only sound in the kitchen was our ragged breathing.
“Hello?” A small voice called from deeper inside the home.
My mate stiffened. Panicked. Tried to pull away.
My cock was exactly where I wanted it to be. I wasn’t finished. Which meant the child needed to return to bed.
“He can’t see us like this.” Krystal’s frantic whisper forced me to react.
With a sigh that made my bones ache, I slipped free of my mate’s body. When she tried to move, I wrapped my hand around her neck and leaned in close, keeping my voice quiet. “I’m not done with you yet. Move and you’ll get a spanking, female.”
“You wouldn’t,” she hissed at me, but didn’t pull away. Instead, she rubbed her ass against my side in blatant invitation.
My beast roared to life at the enticement, but I shoved him under my mental bootheel and debated what to do about the boy.
There was no sense lying to the child, nor hiding what his aunt was to me. What he was to me now.
I tucked my cock back into the ridiculous human pants and walked around the corner of the kitchen to face the child. “Brody.”
“Mr. Smith?” Brody gaped at me, eyes wide as he inspected my bare chest. “What are you doing here?” He wore orange and green pajamas covered with images of turtles. His feet were impossibly small, and bare. His golden curls, so like Krystal’s, were in disarray. His killer cat had blocked the boy from moving closer to the kitchen, the cat’s body firmly placed between myself and the child.
Fucking cat hissed at me.
I hissed back. “I’m the boy’s father now.” I spoke Everian to the creature. His kind was highly intelligent. If he’d been on Everis with Brody for a few months, he would understand what I said. I knew several languages. They’d always come easy to me. Everian was not difficult to learn, so I had.
I forgot, if the cat understood, so would Brody. The boy responded in kind, in his native tongue. “I knew you were a Warlord.”
“I am.”
“Alexander let you come in. I told you he would like you.”
I risked looking away from the earnest young male before me to glare at the Hosiak, make sure the stupid creature wasn’t about to attack me. “Why is that?”
“He senses things about people. I knew you were good. He knows, too.”
“Thank you.” I wasn’t good. I was a killer. But I wasn’t going to argue.
“When I saw you at school, I figured you came looking for me.”
“I did. I was sent to protect you.”
