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“My cum smells like cinnamon to humans.” His voice was rough, his gaze locked on mine. “I came in my boxers.”

Dios.

That was so fucking hot.

Cinnamon was my favorite flavor, and my mouth was watering as the scent teased my tongue. I squirmed against his hold. “What does it taste like?”

His eyes darkened, his jaw tightening, and I knew I’d said the wrong thing.

Or possibly the rightest thing.

“You just earned yourself another punishment, Sofia.”

And he lowered his mouth to my pussy once more.

My head fell back against the pillows, and I tightened my hold in his hair, wondering how many more punishments I could earn before the night was over.

I couldn’t wait to find out.

Chapter Ten

Dakvaar

I must have slept at some point on Friday night, but I couldn’t tell you when. I lost count of the number of times Sofia orgasmed around my tongue, with me sucking her arousal from her like a starving male. Eventually she fell asleep between one climax and the next, and I had to force myself to roll away, to go get cleaned up, to change into something else.

When was the last time I’d spilled in my underwear?

Likely back before I was wearing underwear, in my own world, as a young male too eager to learn control.

But I had learned control, and I would exercise that now…

I’d told myself that as I climbed back into the bed, gathering a slack Sofia in my arms. And maybe I would’ve been able to hold on to that control, had the scent of her pussy not continually caressed my nostrils and tusks…

I was addicted. Addicted to the taste of her, the feel of her. I told myself I just needed to have my hand on her to quiet my Kteer, but the hand turned to stroking, which turned to cupping, which then turned to kissing…

And before I knew it, my hand or my face would be buried in that delicious cunt, and she’d be coming again with a soft—or loud—cry.

My cock had forgotten what it was like to be soft, and I didn’t give a fuck. Yes, it ached for release; yes, my Kteer howled for me to claim my Mate, make her mine.

But I wasn’t going to have sex with Sofia Lopez as long as she thought I owed her. I wasn’t going to bury my cock in her tightness until she understood we were Mates.

And she wasn’t ready for that.

Not until she was ready to explain her past to me, explain Anthony’s violence to me.

On Saturday morning, Rosa was in a grumpy mood, demanding I play with her, since she didn’t have any real toys. I did the best I could while Sofia napped on the couch—my Kteer preened, knowing I’d worn her out—and managed a text conversation with Torrk in between piggyback rides.

Hey, I need a favor.

Anything.

Not even going to ask what it is before you agree?

Dakvaar, you’ve never asked ME for anything. Hells yes I’ll drop everything to help. What do you need?

I mentally shrugged, realizing he’d always been the one to come to me for advice. Had I truly never asked him for anything? Had I never relied on my goalie—on any of my teammates—for anything?

They helped you with Sofia.