“You really mean that, Little Kitten?” I ask her, peering up at her from where I’m sucking on her left wrist.
“Absolutely.” She strokes her fingers through my hair.
“Still isn’t fair though,” I mutter. “I’m your favorite mate. I should’ve had the marks first.”
“You’re my favorite are you?” She tugs on my hair.
“Yeah, because I do earth-shattering things to you with my tongue.” I lean closer and nip her earlobe. “Want me to do those earth-shattering things to you now, Little Kitten?”
“I really need a freaking bath!” she shrieks as I nibble down her throat.
“A bath, hey?” I say scooping her up into my arms and taking her up to the guest bathroom in the center of the house. It’s the only bathroom with an actual bath. Like I said, baths and wolves do not mix. I fill it with hot, bubbly water and then I take my time, slowly undressing her.
“That looks so good,” she says, staring down into the steaming hot waters as I pull her sweater over her head and brush out her hair with my fingers.
“You know what looks really good, Little Kitten?” I say, as her scent swims up into my nostrils. Having her here in my home, in my territory – my mate – is more than my wolf can handle. It’s sending him kind of wild.
“What?” she asks, hands coming to rest on my shoulders.
“You, of course, Little Kitten,” I say. “You’re by far the most beautiful, most delicious, most appetizing little treat that exists not only in this realm but the whole of the universe.”
“That’s quite a claim to make,” she says. “The whole of the universe, huh? That’s one big place. How can you be sure?”
“Well,” I growl, “I’ve spent quite a lot of time in two realms now, and I stand by my answer.”
I bend my head, pressing my nose into the crook of her shoulder, and then I suck on it hard, making her gasp, and making all those juices of hers start running. They permeate the air and my wolf is practically howling inside me, scrabbling to get out. He wants to claim his mate, to build a nest and fuck her full of pups. I shake my head, tipping it backwards. Maybethat full moon isn’t quite over yet – or maybe it’s just what Little Kitten does to me.
“I’m gonna fuck you,” I tell her. “I’m gonna fuck you before you have a bath.”
“Do I get a say in this?” she asks.
“No,” I tell her, snapping off her top and the bra underneath and burying my face between her tits next, loving how soft they feel against my cheeks, loving the way she squeals when I nip at her nipples, sucking on them hard.
“I’m not really in control right now, Little Kitten,” I growl, hands scrabbling to yank down her pants. “It’s my wolf. He’s in control. And all he wants to do is fuck you over and over again. He wants you on your hands and knees so he can fuck you now.”
“Your wolf is very bossy,” she says.
“My wolf is the dominant. He’s the alpha. He’s in control of this pack, in control of this family, and he wants to control his mate too. So get on your hands and knees, Little Kitten, and submit to your alpha.”
Little Kitten, though, has never been the submissive type. She’s refused to wear our collar. Refused to do as we say. She has her own mind, her own plans, her own way of doing things.
She winds her arms around my neck and smiles up at me with a mischief I recognize.
“If your wolf wants me to submit,” she says, “he’s gonna have to make me.”
“Oh yeah?” I say, hands coming to rest on her ass and squeezing it hard. Fuck, I love this ass. I’d be happy to bury my face between the cheeks too. It’s my favorite place to be in all the universe.
“Yeah,” she says, pressing her round tits into my chest and lifting her leg to hook around my waist. “You want me on my hands and knees, alpha – make me.”
“Oh shit, Briony,” I mutter, because I’m rock hard now and seriously close to losing all my control. “You really want to play this game, Little Kitten?”
She grins at me. “I like games,” she says. “Alpha.”
I growl and take ahold of the back of her neck, holding her firm. “You’re a naughty Little Kitten, aren’t you?” I say. “A naughty Little Kitten who needs to submit to the wolf, the big bad wolf. Come on, kitty cat, onto your knees.”
“No,” she says, a flash of defiance and a spark of arousal in her eyes.
I can smell how wet her pussy is, how much she’s enjoying this little game. And fuck, I couldn’t love this girl more than I do right now – taunting my wolf in a way that’s driving him mad, in a way he craves, in a way he wants.
