In one motion, he flipped them over, so that he was now on top. She let out a squeal of surprise and delight, her knees spreading so she could cradle him between her thighs. As he bent his head down for a kiss, he slipped a hand under her waistband, his claw teasing the now-damp fabric of the front of her panties. He traced over her slit, making her moan in pleasure.
“I want to?—”
A sharp rapping made them both freeze.
“Shhhhh!” Zara placed a hand on Hektor’s mouth. “Maybe they’ll go away.”
“Zara!” came Liora’s voice through the door. “I know you’re in there.”
Zara groaned. “Noooooo…”
“Zara!”
“Go away!” she screamed.
“Open this door right now,” her sister shouted back. “Or else.”
“Or else what?”
“I’ll knock it down.”
“Is she serious?” Hektor asked.
She shot him a look that said,What do you think?
He blew out a breath. “Give us a minute, Liora,” he said, then rolled off Zara. “Come, we should get back to work anyway.”
“We still have at least forty-five minutes until the meeting,” his mate grumbled as she retrieved her shirt from the floor.
He gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “I know. But you should see what she wants. It sounds urgent.”
“It better be.”
Once they had both righted themselves, Hektor opened the door. “Liora,” he greeted.
“Hektor.” Liora barged in without waiting for an invitation. “You’re finally back,” she said to her sister.
“Yes.” Zara put her hands on her hips. “And? What was so important that had you threatening to commit criminal damage to property.”
“It would have been a misdemeanor at most.” Liora eyed her. “Sorry to interrupt your…fun times. From that murderous look on your face, Zara, I’m guessing you didn’t get that post-mating boinking?—”
“What do you want?” Zara snapped. “I thought the meeting was at ten?”
Liora’s lips pulled back into a tight line. “I need to talk to you. Before the meeting. A lot has happened while you’ve been gone.”
Zara let out an exasperated sound. “What could possibly?—”
“There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you.”
Hektor’s protective instincts flared up as soon as the stranger crossed the threshold of their suite. With lightning speed, he positioned himself in front of his mate, his chest flaring with heat, his vision blurring at the edges with rage. “How dare you barge in here? Leave or else I will burn you to ashes!”
“Whoa, whoa!” The stranger—a tall basilisk with green scales—held his hands up. “Not this again. Tone it down, dude.” He tsked. “Drakkons are always soooo dramatic.”
“Hektor, no!” Zara’s arm snaked around his elbow and pulled him back. “He’s one of the three basilisks from the bar, remember? One of Zeus’s sons. Maldenis, right?”
“Yeah, that’s me.”
The heat slowly dissipated from his chest. “Yes, I remember now. You must forgive me, the urge to protect my mate can sometimes be overwhelming.”
