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Do I wish? I swallow.
He starts unbuttoning the top of my old dress, which Philippa washed and dried by the fireplace overnight. “Once stoked, the heat can only be tamed by the lycan the omega choses for breeding.”
“I’m not an omega.”
“I didn’t say you were.” He slides the dress off my shoulders and traces a claw over the lace of my undershirt. My nipples perk up, and through the thin pale peach material, he can see them. He taps my right nipple in the same fashion he tapped my nose.
“Remove the undergarment and show them to me.”
My heart’s beating wildly. I’ve never been with a man who speaks like this. Flushing, I shyly push off the undershirt. The soft linen falls over the tops of my breasts, and I shake it out to make it drop more.
Seith licks his lips. “Those are the tits of a goddess.”
“You think so?” I whisper. He finds me attractive.
“I know so. Lift one and put it in me mouth.”
Oh, my king. Why is he saying such dirty things? “Whaaa…?”
“Lift your tit and feed it to me. I want to suck your breast. Give it.”
I hold my breast and put it against his mouth, and the moment my nipple touches his lips, I moan. It’s embarrassing how turned on I am and how measured he is. He doesn’t attack my nipple or suck on it with abandon like I want him to, but kisses it first and blows on it.
Then he circles the areola with his tongue. Several times, driving me insane with need.
I wiggle on his lap, but he holds me in place, sliding me a warning glare before closing his teeth over my nipple. I yelp more in fear that he’ll bite than from the sensation of it. He kisses my nipple and lifts me off his lap.
It’s so abrupt that I stand there, shocked and wide-eyed.
“Marybell, I would never hurt you. Certainly, I wouldn’t bite hard on your breast if you didn’t like that sort of thing.”
Our bodies are close enough that I have to crane my neck to look at him.
He’s staring down at me, his attention moving between my eyes and my mouth. He should kiss me. I want him to kiss me and tell me he’s safe to mate with, because I’m not the kind of girl who can bounce from one male to the next. And I have a feeling that even if I were the kind of girl who could bounce around seeking her own pleasure and having not a care in the world about who gives it to her, this male would make me pause and want to stay with him.
There’s something beautiful in surrendering to an alpha male that can’t be experienced with other males.Once, when Gloriana wouldn’t go with Lenox, Fleur told her that. I remembered it. I bet she’s right.
“Start nesting.” Seith’s head drops, and I rise on the tips of my toes as if I’ll dance any moment now. Our lips brush, but he pulls back.
“I’ll return on the night of the full moon. You will welcome me, and if you do, I’ll give you so much knob, you’ll call me Daddy.”
I laugh. “You can’t help yourself.”
He winks. “Dead serious. So much knob.” He points at the wet spot on his pants. “You want it. Get nesting, Marybell.”
15
SEITH
Marybell’s scent laced with fear made me walk away before I bent her over the couch and shagged her silly all the way to the next full moon. No nesting required. And that would be a shame, because I bet Marybell is looking forward to using the nesting supplies waiting for her in the trunk the fairy princess brought.
I snort.
I bet Marybell isn’t looking forward to coupling with me, but the fact that she will makes me seem like the evil mastermind even if I’m not. Her beloved princess encouraged the mating, and that alone should help her accept me as her male. What didn’t help was Lenox and me having the lycan mate chat. Namely because he has a mate, and I don’t. There hasn’t been a Natra-blessed lycan mating in the Ott clan for so long, I can’t even remember the last mated pair.
Besides, now that he thinks Kilseleians who are breeders are also lycan mates, he’ll expect Marybell to be one too. Since I have no intention of giving her up to someone else now that I’ve decided to breed her, I couldn’t care less if she’s another wolf’s mate. If a male tries to claim her, I’ll end him.
That settled, I jog toward the forest, whistling as I go. My clan mates join me for the run toward the passage beyond Galloping Lake, which marks the border of our territory with the McMar clan. Lenox might take the alternate route, but I doubt he will, since scaling the mountain is dangerous, and he’s carrying precious cargo.
