I feel Koz’s arm tense up. And I know every part of him wants to rip this woman a new one. It’s in his very nature to protect me from any and every storm but some things don’t matter. And she is one of those things.
Instead, his hand drops over my ass, and he squeezes it, leaning down to scent me up. Reinforcing once again, that this thing between him and me is solid.
“Look at you, micina, getting me all territorial. You need to come with a warning label.”
Wrapping his hand in my hair again, he pretty much whistles the whole way back to the car.
“Hey, Koz, thanks for my dinner. You sure know how to spoil a girl.” I smirk as I climb in the back again.
And the dirty schmuck doesn’t say a word which has me worried. He sits down, calmly places my drinks in the cherrywood panel cup holders before he drags me onto his lap. Like my skirt is made of fucking tissue paper he tears it right up the seam so he can spread me wide open, his fingers down the front of my thick padded panties a second later before he’s teasing me.
“Now, I’m going to show you how very good I am at spoiling my girl.”
* * *
“Koz… Koz, wake up, we’re landing soon.”
He goes from dead asleep to moving so quick I can’t escape. He holds me against his chest, his hand between my shoulders like a boulder trapping me to him. And the warmth wafting off him, honestly, it’s like sleeping next to an open fire, so warm and delicious. After my initial startle it’s not like there’s anywhere else I’d rather be. I rub my face over his chest, drinking down his scent and snuggling against warmth.
“I don’t like it when you use the blockers, micina. I like being able to fill my lungs with your fragrance,” he mumbles, his stranglehold on me exactly what I need.
“I’m nervous,” I confess even before he can ask me what’s wrong. “What if…”
He rolls us, looming over the top like he can shelter me from any storm, and he probably can. His face is wrinkled from the pillow and it makes my chest tight seeing him like this: relaxed, protective, and mine.
“I’ve already said I’m more than happy to hunt down the little cunts and sever their claim on you the old way, don’t make me regret agreeing to do this your way.” He chuckles as he comes closer, giving me a very sweet kiss, his morning breath and all.
Except let’s be real, very little about Koz is sweet, everything about him is overwhelming. The blockers and the suppressants are working overtime right now as he starts to perfume. Like always, Koz demands my full attention—body, mind, and soul. The cheeky shit, keeps perfuming though, making the air in my lungs taste like his cherry chocolate scent. It’s toe curling, and highly addictive.
I get side-tracked until I close my eyes and do a quick recap of our conversation. “No killing. I haven’t seen them in years. I doubt they will show.”
“They will show, or I will hunt them down and kill them for not fucking showing,” he says, snuggling down, unconcerned about my minor melt down, or his violent threats.
I lay against him, breathing us in. “Koz, what if they do show up and still flatly refuse to let me go?”
“Then, micina, without your permission and with no further discussion on the matter, I will be going on a killing spree. Nothing too alarming. I promise not to toy with them. Four bullets and voila, a severed pack claim.”
“You make it sound so simple.”
“It is.” He rolls on to his back, making me roll with him so I’m lying on his chest. Koz grabs my hand and guides it under the sheet to his hard cock. With my hand under his, he jacks himself off.
I fucking love the way he goes with it too. He’s not quiet, he doesn’t want more, and he’s almost lazy in the way he runs our joined fists up and down his length. And there’s no way, I’m not watching him properly. Dragging the sheet down with my feet, his cock and knot look so fucking tasty, and even though he doesn’t ask and even though he’s happy just to come like he is, I give him a quick love bite on his chest before I leave a trail of kisses and nibbles down to lick over his velvety head.
His eyes hood low, his mouth falls open, and he stares into my eyes so fucking intently I nearly go back up to kiss him. Except of course, he curls one of his eyebrows up in expectation before he holds his dick up for me to suck on.
His cherry scent is on his skin, even his beading pre-come tastes like it. And even though a second ago he was relaxed and unhurried, now when I look up at him I instantly know what he’s going to say.
“Open that pretty fucking throat for me, micina. You’re going to be taking everything I give you, like a good kitten,” his voice is still rumbly and deep, but now there’s a feral edge to it. I love it when he lets go of the tight restraint he has on his alpha.
Turning slightly, I give him access to my hair, and he bundles it into his fist, before he cups my throat with the other. I hold him in my hand, teasing him with a few licks from his knot up and over his wet knob. I go to repeat the same route until he hisses at me before pushing inside my mouth.
His dark chocolate cherry scent burns over my tongue; he makes it so the only thing I can taste and breathe is him.
“Raney, open…” he warns. His playful mood evaporates when he feels my tongue wiggling around, trying to catch all his tasty precome. He surges past my throat. His thumb trails gently over the top of my larynx as he holds me still so he can drive the speed and intensity.
There’s nothing that gets me off more than seeing how much he wants, how much he needs, me.
“And it’s a fucking lot.” He groans as he pushes his hips up higher making his ass hover off the bed.
