A helpless laugh burst out of Killian. “You talked about me?”
Crush met Killian’s gaze for a split second. Then he resumed chasing his butler. “Briefly.”
“He talked about you fordays,” Hansel crowed, flouncing and flinging handfuls of glitter everywhere.
Crush turned red. He pounced and flattened Hansel against the ground, fangs extended, looking as though he wanted to rip out Hansel’s throat.
With a jolt, Killian realized that he wasenvious.Of Hansel. Who was trapped beneath the alpha, about to be bitten.
“I should get back inside,” Killian squeaked, flushing hot all over.
He turned tail and scrambled back to the cabin, making sure to tuck the knives back where they belonged. The shopping cart was doing a slow circuit around the living room, showing Naddie the pictures on the walls.
Killian breathed in deeply. “I need to forget I saw that.”
“Saw what?”
Killianjumped.“Why are you in here?!”
“This is my cabin.” Crush was leaning against the garage doorway, his arms folded, pecs and biceps bunching deliciously.
“Where’s your shirt?” Killian yelped.
“Around.” The alpha pushed away from the doorjamb. With slow, purposeful strides, he prowled into the kitchen, which suddenly seemed a lot smaller. Killian gulped. Crush opened one of the bakery boxes, picking out a flattened maple donut.
Pink lips wrapped around the side of the donut; Crush’s throat bobbed when he swallowed. His tongue flicked out, catching the bits of maple frosting stuck to his lips.
The corners of Crush’s lips tugged up. “Your mouth is open.”
Killian patted his own face, realizing that Crush was telling the truth. “Crap! Uh. Um. Sometimes I have trouble keeping my mouth shut.”
Understatement of thecentury.
Crush laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling.
“It’s unfair, how good you look,” Killian blurted. He slapped his hands over his mouth. “Fuck!”
“I look good?” Crush finished the rest of the donut, licking his fingers. His tongue looked so damp and soft that Killian shuddered.
The alpha grinned, stalking closer. Killian backed away. Except Crush took larger steps, closing the distance between them.
There weren’t many points in his life when Killian truly felt like prey, but this was one of them. Crush towered over him, backing him against the counter, trapping Killian with his broad, muscular body.
“Is it me, or is it getting hot in here?” Killian squeaked.
Crush’s grin was all sharp teeth. “It might be you.”
Calloused fingers caught his chin. Crush tipped Killian’s face up so their gazes met. Somehow, Crush had another maple donut, and he took a slow bite out of it, never once breaking their gaze. Then he swallowed and nudged that sweet, soft treat against Killian’s lips.
“Take a bite, sweetheart,” Crush murmured.
It was the part where he had already bitten, teeth marks crimping the edge of the donut. When Killian sniffed, he caught a familiar forest scent.
His heart pounded. And he opened his mouth, biting into Crush’s bite mark, taking Crush’s scent and saliva into his mouth.
It felt forbidden. They hadn’t even touched intimately, much less exchanged fluids.
He chewed and swallowed, Crush’s taste and smell going down his throat.His scent is inside me.
