“I’m close,” the Deathstalker breathed.
“Yeah?” Ronin whispered against her neck, hips rolling. “You think you deserve to come after sneaking up on me in the shower again?”
“Y-yes,” she whimpered.
He released her leg and slapped her face. “What was that?”
“No.”
Ronin squished the female’s cheeks, then spit into her open mouth. “Fucking beg me for it.”
He shoved his tongue past her lips at the same time as he snapped his hips forward, and she released such a low, primal moan that Mireille’s nipples stiffened.
She was pinned in place, couldn’t take her eyes off them. Afraid to move lest they hear her and stop.
If they stop, I’m going to be extremely upset with you,her wolf whispered.
If they stop, I’m going to be extremely upset withmyself. Mireille steadied herself against a small table, settling in for the grand finale.
Ronin broke the kiss and the female shuddered. “Please, Ronin.” Her fingers splayed above his grip, and he returned his hand to her quivering thigh.
Ronin increased his pace, and the smacking sounds of their flesh combined with the stalls’ humidity made Mireille’s head swim. Her knees buckled as she gripped the edge of the table.
“That’s my good?—”
The table tipped forward, and both it and Mireille clattered to the floor.
Her wolf snarled.Clumsyfool.
The Deathstalker’s eyes flew open and she shrieked, her foot meeting the tiles with a wet slap. She snatched a towel, and fled the stall.
Ronin’s head dipped between his shaking shoulders as Mireille picked herself up, awaiting his reprimands and trying to ignore the string of frustrated curses her wolf was letting loose in her mind.
To her utter shock, Ronin’s head flew back as he released peals of uproarious laughter. Mireille was, once again, frozen in place. Didn’t know what to do with her hands other than clench and unclench them at her sides.
His laughter subsided, and he shook the water from his white hair, holding a towel in front of his groin as he turned.
Well, that’s just great, her wolf growled.We don’t even get to see his co?—
Shut. Up,Mireille spat back.
“Dimi’s gonna be furious with you.” Ronin snickered. “I’d been edging her for half an hour.”
“I… I’m not… What?” Mireille was so rarely at a loss for words. She didn’t enjoy the sensation.
“You’re wet.” Ronin’s low murmur snapped Mireille from her trance.
“What? You think this is the first time I’ve seen a couple screwing? I’m not fuckingwet,Matakos.”
“Liar.” He winked, pointing to her leggings, still damp from the mess with her seatmate.
“This isn’t… Someone spilled a drink on me.”
“Sure they did.” He gestured to his towel. “You wanna help me with this,lover, or…?”
“Holy fucking High Gods,” Mireille screamed, aiming for the door. “I’ll wait for you out here!”
Ronin’s dark chuckle shivered down her spine as she fled the showers.
