Our first rut. It was to be expected. The bond was new and the pull of it was not entirely rational and I was at peace with that.
She could be a serial killer and our response would be the same. We’d have to keep her in a dedicated containment facility—a sex dungeon, essentially—but I could work with those parameters.
“Why do I sense dark thoughts?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder.
Right.
The bond.
I hooked my fingers beneath the dark green material and peeled it off. I crouched down to her slingback heels and removed those too. She accommodated the theft by lifting her feet without being asked.
Booty secured in my pocket.
I traced my hands back up her legs as I stood.
“I was considering stealing you away to a sex dungeon,” I confessed, parting her cheeks.
“Or I could keep you in mine,” she snickered.“Visit you every other weekend.”
Every other weekend.
I stared at the back of her head.
My hand moved before I’d fully decided to move it. The slap rang around my office with a clarity that suggested the acoustics in here were also quite good.
“Bad girl,” I murmured, rubbing the pink imprint into her flesh.
It wouldn’t last. We healed fast.
Bad Girl’s growl surfaced—low and immediate.
She moved. I pressed my palm flat against her back.
“Don’t you want to finish what we started?” I murmured, sliding my fingers between her thighs.
The irritation dissolved the moment she remembered what she’d been irritated from.
Stop pissing her off, Kael snapped.
Did his opinion matter right now?
He was one sniff away from building a shrine.
I traced my fingertip around her until it was soaked. Then two fingers circling her clit. Taking my time.
She moved to her elbows with a moan and shuffled her feet wider without being asked.
Good girl.
I kept that thought entirely to myself.
With my other hand I gripped my cock, fisting and pumping until the precum smeared across my length.
My office would never be the same again.
Chapter 52
Nika
