I could not tear my eyes away from my mate as she descended the steps behind Guldan. She wore the trousers and shirt I bought for her. And she had not washed my scent away. She still smelled like she was mine.
Guldan paused at the bottom of the steps and studied me. “Perhaps this is not a good idea,” he said.
Leda stopped as well, her eyes on me. Her face was in the shadows, barely visible even with my enhanced eyesight. I inhaled deeply, worried that I was frightening her. But all I scented was her. She was unafraid. Strong.
“I’ll be fine,” she said.
My commander stared at her, indecision written on his face.
“Take her,” I snarled, backing up until my back hit the wall. “She is not safe here.”
“Fuck that.” Leda stomped down the rest of the steps and crossed the cellar floor to me. As soon as her hands touched my bare chest, the chaotic whispers in my mind quieted.
“Guldan,” she said.
“Yes, Lady Leda?”
“Go away.”
I was torn as he climbed the stairs back up to the door and shut it behind him. I wanted to demand that he take Leda and see her safely home. To save her from living here as someonewithout rights or autonomy. The other half of me wanted to sweep her into my arms and keep her there forever. Maybe chain her to this wall and bring her pleasure until all she cared about, all she saw… was me.
“Bo.”
At the sound of her voice, I looked down at my mate. My hands were wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly.
“What are you doing here, Leda?” I asked, my voice raspy and harsh.
Her pupils dilated at my question, the heady scent of her arousal just beginning to bloom. My fingers clenched her waist lightly, drawing her completely against my body.
“I’m not leaving,” she answered, dragging her fingertips down my chest to press over my heart.
Distracted by her touch, it took me a moment to latch onto her statement.
“What do you mean you are not leaving?”
“I’m staying with you.”
Her hands moved back up to my neck, tugging my head down to hers, once again stealing every thought from my mind except for the sight of her soft lips.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m. Staying,” she repeated.
Then, her lips touched mine.
I forgot about my plans to save her from this world. Forgot that it would be for the best for her to return home. All I tasted was her lips, and all I felt was the warm weight of her in my hold.
I lifted her up, spinning to press her back against the wall. Her legs wrapped around my torso just below my ribs. My tongue danced with hers as I leaned into her. Small hands smoothed up the back of my neck, over my hair, to my horns. She gripped their base and rubbed her thumbs over the place where my horns sprouted from my scalp.
The touch shot straight to my cock.
With a low groan, I reached up and tore her shirt down the center. The godsawful bra disintegrated beneath my blunted claws. Once her breasts were revealed, I lifted her up and latched my mouth around her nipple, my tongue circling the hardened tip and tugging at it. The perfume of her desire intensified as she squirmed in my hold.
The hot press of her cunt ground against my abdomen.
She was wet for me.
I released her nipple and moved to her other breast, suckling the tip until she whimpered and tugged at my horns.
