I sleeked my hair back, put the comb down, and left the bathroom, only to see Kiara in the dressing room, slipping some sheer black tights on. Her back was to me, and my eyes fell on her ass clad in a thong. Fuck…
She tensed. I knew she could sense me watching her… but, fuck, did I want to bend her over and fuck her senseless.
“It’s rude to stare,” she said softly, not even turning as she picked up a hot pink cami, slipping it on over her bra. I was sure she was doing that on fucking purpose. If only she knew how much I loved that ass of hers…
I walked towards her, and just as she reached for her skirt, I gripped her hips. Her racing heart only fucking turned me on even more.
“Well, since I don’t have any fucking manners anyway, can I just say I want to bend you over and fucking fill up both your ass and pussy, then watch my seed dripping out of you as you fucking lay there, unable to move from exhaustion?” I growled huskily, running my hand down her stomach.
She gasped, her heart pounding, but to my satisfaction, she leaned into me, a soft moan leaving her lips when she felt my dick hard against her back.
“Alejandro… we…”
I know.She was not fucking ready… but fuck did I need her.
I kissed her neck, right on top of her mate mark, as my hand cupped her perfect pussy, massaging it for a few seconds and making her moan softly. The smell of her arousal filled the air, and, feeling fucking satisfied at her reaction, I pulled away.
“See you downstairs,” I remarked huskily with an arrogant smirk. I tapped her ass before I turned and left the dressing room, leaving her struggling with her emotions. I was sure sooner or later, memory or not, she’d want me. Just like I craved her, I was her fucking drug, too.
My smirk faded away, remembering that our enemy was powerful and there was always a price… I pushed the thought away.
A while later, Liam had just arrived as we had some important things to deal with. Plus, he had wanted to see Kiara. Watching Kiara meet him was interesting, to say the least.
“You look so… different.”
“Do I?” He grinned, raising an eyebrow.
“You have a scar… you look so big and older.” She looked him up and down.
“Care to share what age you think I am?”
“I don’t really know, just older.” She smiled sheepishly before hugging him tightly. He hugged her back, kissing the top of her head. “So, tell me, what brings you here?” She asked.
“Well, I wanted to see my sister, but it’s regarding work as well.” He kissed her forehead, and she nodded,resting her head against his chest. I wouldn’t deny that I felt a tad fucking jealous that she remembered him. Fucking Westwoods…
“Well, if you two are done with the fucking reunion and shit, shall we get to my office? Then you can spend the entire fucking afternoon together after.” Kiara smiled, amused, and cocked a brow at me.
“Are you jealous?”
“No,” I growled. She giggled.
You are.
I turned, walking down the hallway to my fucking office.I am not doing this shit with her.I heard them both laugh quietly as they followed me. Ten minutes later, Maria, Darien, and Rayhan were in my office as well.
“So… that was your plan?” Rayhan asked me, looking surprised. I raised an eyebrow.
“No, I was planning to send Maria abroad without any protection,” I replied sarcastically. “I knew you couldn’t go because of Delsanra. I fucking can’t either. After the Rossis, I’m sure the Westwoods are the next best thing.” Darien chuckled as both siblings glared at me, and Liam raised an eyebrow as Kiara pouted.
“That’s not nice to say,” she stated.
“I told you I’m not nice.” I shrugged, looking at Liam.
He was probably the biggest alpha in size and aura I knew after me, the closest thing to the original Deimos. A little like how my being a Lycan was fucking rare, he and Kiara were powerful, too.
“We Westwoods are powerful, too,” Kiara replied as Maria smiled at her.
“Too bad you’re a Rossi now.”
