Mate.
Mine.
“Poker,” I rasped. Then I swallowed and tried again. “You’ve been letting meteachyou all these days, Stevie.”
“Oh, I’ve been learning.” She wriggled against me, against my cock. “Aboutyou.”
She was the first human to be able to read me. Could that be because of our bond? “I told you not to lie to me, Stevie. You’ve been a bad girl, letting me think you didn’t know how to play.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” she whispered.
“You will.”
With that. I scooped her up. She didn’t have time to do more than gasp and grab for my shoulders before I’d turned to stalk toward the table in the living room, still set up with her winnings. I more or less dumped her in her chair with the command, “Deal the cards.”
By the time I’d settled myself across from her, my pulse wild and my cock demanding attention, she’d reached for the deck. “Are we going to wager?”
“Fuck yes, we are,” I growled, leaning forward. “Something far more interesting than money.”
Her eyes had gone wide, and I read the excitement there. “What?”
“You’ll see.”
The first round, I pulled a pair of threes and didn’t even bother bluffing. I lost to her three eights, and when she laid out her cards, I think we were both breathless with anticipation.
Holding her gaze, I reached for the bottom of my shirt…and in one movement, ripped it off over my head.
Stevie’s eyes glazed with excitement, and her tongue flicked out over her lower lip as she raked my chest with her gaze. I saw her tightening her grip on the arm of her chair, and my nipples hardened under her inspection.
Nipples and…other things.
Gods below, my cock was rock hard.
“Your deal,” she whispered, sliding the cards across to me.
This round, Stevie barely looked at her cards before she folded. I was leaning forward in anticipation as she made a show of pulling off her t-shirt—that same purple one she’d worn the day she arrived in my life.
Wrapped in that black bra, her tits were magnificent. I felt my mouth water, my claws extending, as I fought down the urge to reach for her. I wanted to tear it off to see?—
“My deal.”
This time we played through, but her pair didn’t beat my full house, and Stevie eagerly tossed down her cards to reach for the clasp of her bra.
I think we both groaned as her breasts finally sprang loose. She cupped them both, lifting, massaging,offering them, and I realized I was salivating.
I don’t think I bothered shuffling, and we both had crap. She folded first though and shoved her chair back to unbutton her jeans.
Yes yes yes yes!
I’d already kicked off my shoes, and I saw she had as well. Now she stood across from me, her chin lifted almost defiantly, the pulse in the base of her throat fluttering eagerly, her arousal perfuming the air as she lifted and squeezed her tits.
My gaze landed on the wet patch on her underwear.
I wanted them gone. I wanted to bury my face in her cunt, to lick her until she screamed my name.
If you do, you’ll lose the fifty thousand.
In that moment, I realized I didn’t care. Having Stevie would be worth it.
