He exhaled, head dropping, and he met my eyes. “Always,” he croaked.
He suddenly went limp and tossed himself to the side so he rested on his back. “Fuck,” he groaned, tossing an arm over his eyes. “The last thing I want to do right now is leave.”
Leave?! I wouldn’t have him here with me?
Panic urged me to throw my leg over his waist, then I gripped his half-limp cock and poised myself over the tip. His eyes flew open, and I tightened my grip on his length. He throbbed in myhand; the member regaining life. I sank down onto him, slow and steady. I kept my eyes on him as my sex clamped onto him. His eyes were thin, and his mouth parted as he panted.
Slick dripped from my sex, coating his thick length. I rolled my hips and settled over him with a groan.
“Don’t leave,” I begged, rolling my hips.
His mouth slackened as he studied me, confusion in those eyes. He propped himself up, and the angle inside me changed, stealing my breath.
“I wasn’t going to leave you, kitten,” he whispered. “I need to get you things you’ll need.”
Tension melted away, and I breathed, “Oh.” I was still confused.
He reached up to hold my face, and his thumb swiped along my mouth. “I’ll call and see if they’ll have them delivered.”
Chapter 6
Soleil
I tuggedat thedresshe had purchased for me. All the new things he was shoving on me were annoying on my skin, but I could see why humans put clothes on. It made me less cold, and my skin wasn’t too exposed.
“One day,” he repeated. He kept talking abouttimeand how only a day had passed in his world.
It was something I had to get used to because I was never returning to my life from before. I wouldn’t leave Mate. As he guided me down the walkway between the hotel structures, he explained everything around us in explicit detail. I absorbed the information, pleased that he wanted me to know. My only issue lay in becoming distracted by his intense eyes that seemed to look inside me.
Currently, I was riveted by his explanation of a buffet. “And I can grab as much as I want?”
He smiled that heart-stuttering smile again and squeezed my side. “Yes, kitten.”
I followed him inside the restaurant, another thing he described. Humans ate inside and ontables. It was such an odd way of life.
My mouth watered at the crisp smell of a meal, but this scent was different. It held an odd edge . . . almost like when those humans created what they called afire. We entered through a perfectly arched entryway, and the sound of human chatter echoed off the walls.
“Welcome to Al’s,” a woman chirped. A flush spread across her face, and the pulse thudding at the side of her neck thrummed. Then her pupils expanded as she looked at Mate.
I hissed at her. “He’s mine.”
She flinched, and it brought me pure joy. If I had my claws, I would rake them across her face.
Mate wrapped his arm around my belly and pulled me back while lifting me at the same time. He didn’t say anything, but kept making this sound; a low rumble that made me want to turn on him and swat at him. My feet kicked out, searching for purchase as he strode toward an unoccupied table. Humans watched us with varying levels of curiosity, but I quickly lost interest in trying to figure out what they were feeling.
Griffin toted me to the seat and sat me down. I bristled, narrowing my eyes at him as he lowered into a crouch and captured my hand.
“Sol,” he murmured, still smiling too wide. I clenched my teeth with an audible gnash and dropped my eyes to his shoulder. “Look at me, kitten.” He reached up, caught my chin, and forced me to face him. “No one is taking me from you.”
I humphed. “She wants you.”
“Kitten,” he murmured, more insistently. “You’ve said it plenty of times. I’m yours, right?” I grunted. “Good, so sit right here and I’ll bring you food.”
He made to get up. I growled and gripped his arm tighter. Griffin kept smiling that frustrating smile.
As he got up, he leaned and kissed me. The sweep of his tongue was brief and claiming. Just as quickly, he strode awayto the buffet. He moved with swift, efficient movements, piling items on the platter he held. Every time he neared another human, my shoulders hiked, but I resolved to stay put, clenching the edge of the table.
It didn’t take him long to return with two plates piled with food. My mouth watered, and I sniffed. “I can eat anything?” All I needed was a nod and I plucked a familiar chicken leg. The meat a pale color as opposed to pink and bloody.
