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“I gave you that Mace for a reason, Eleanor. You’re supposed to always carry it with you, not just when you feel like it or when it’s convenient for you. Even if you’re -”
“WES!”
“What?” He stopped pacing, annoyance on his face and hands on his hips. “What, Eleanor?”
“You’re naked.”
CHAPTER 9
Wes stared blankly at Eleanor. He’d thought he heard the door close when he was in the shower but told himself Eleanor wouldn’t be so crazy to leave the room without him. Still unable to shake the worry that she’d left, he’d quickly finished showering and called her name as soon as he shut off the water. When she hadn’t answered, panic had flooded both him and his lion, and his ability to think rationally had been lost. He’d immediately run for the door.
Eleanor’s face was flushed, and she stared unabashedly at his dick. His cock hardened, and Eleanor’s answering moan and the way her hands clenched into fists sent a rush of need through him.
He backed up a step or two when Eleanor walked toward him. His naked ass hit the wall, and he stared down at Eleanor as she stopped a few inches away from him.
“Eleanor,” he said, trying to maintain some semblance of control, “you can’t leave the room like that. I was worried, and -”
“Your dick is so pretty,” she said. “I want to touch it. May I?”
The purring escaped before he could stop it. A soft smile crossed Eleanor’s face. “Is that a yes?”
“We can’t do this,” he said.
“Yes, we can.”
“We shouldn’t do this,” he said.
“Shouldn’t and can’t are two very different things, Wes.” She placed her soft hand on his stomach, her fingernails tracing just above his navel. “See how easy this is? I can touch you without any effort.”
He moaned, trying to keep his hips still when those beautiful fingers of hers touched the dark hair just above his cock. “Please may I touch you, Wes?”
“Yes,” he rasped. “Touch me, Butterfly.”
Her hand wrapped around his dick and rubbed with long, firm strokes that sent pleasure rocketing through every part of his body. His purring increased in volume as his hips rocked against her.
Her smile grew big. “I love the sound of your purring.”
He cupped the back of her head, threading his fingers through her damp hair and pulling her forward until their lips met. He kissed her hard, demanding entrance immediately, groaning when she parted her lips and let him in. She tasted so fucking good. He angled his mouth over hers and slid his tongue deep into her mouth, asking for her total surrender.
Kissing her, touching her, had consumed his thoughts for what felt like decades. As she pumped him with a slow rhythm, he cupped both her breasts and ran his thumbs over her nipples. He growled at how hard they were and pulled free of Eleanor’s mouth.
“Don’t stop,” she said. “I want more kisses, Wes.”
He purred to her and tugged at the hem of her shirt. “Show me your pretty tits, and then I’ll kiss you.”
She let go of his dick, and he tugged her shirt over her head and tossed it on the bed. He was momentarily distracted by the sutures in her arm. He pressed gentle kisses against them. “How does your arm feel?”
“Better. The pain meds have kicked in and it barely hurts now,” she said. “I’m showing you the girls, live up to your end of the deal, mister.”
He laughed and gave her a fleeting teasing kiss before dropping his gaze to her chest. He stared at her perfect breasts, their nipples a dusty pink colour and as hard as pearls. She made a startled yelp when he picked her up and carried her over to the bed, dropping her onto it before pushing her thighs apart and kneeling between them.
“Beautiful,” he said and then purred to her before he bent his head and kissed between her breasts. Her hands clutched at his wet hair, and she moaned when he nipped at the underside of one breast before circling her nipple with his tongue.
“Wes,” she moaned, “please.”
He kissed the tip of her nipple then laved at it with his tongue. Her hips bucked, and he ground his cock against her fabric-covered core before sucking hard on her nipple. Her skin was silky soft, and he teased her nipple with his tongue and lips as he plucked gently at the other with his finger and thumb.
Her soft cries and moans of need set his veins on fire with lust, and he purred to her again before kissing her. She sucked eagerly at his tongue, making a small cry of protest when he pulled back and then kissed and nipped his way down the column of her throat.
