Page 33 of Kitty Cat

“Oh. Right. Well, that explains things. Catch you later!”

Rye smiled against her skin, but didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. His little mate was slowly understanding what Tracy had made him realize; he could wait…as long as she didn’t take too long to understand she was his.

“That was Rain, by the way. She’s a witch - a good one. We’ll get her to place specific wards around your home tomorrow.”

Her tone was curt.

“She’s a friend of yours, then.”

“Yes?”

She didn’t sound quite sure about that.

“Yet you growl at her because she sounds interested in me…”

“I will kick you in the balls if you mention that again.”

“You’re possessive- we both are. Can you imagine how much more we will be once I’ve pounded this pussy all night long, Aisling?”

“Or, maybe that will be enough to get it out of our system.”

He bit her earlobe a little harder than necessary, punishingly. Ace shivered and plastered herself against him.

“You like that, do you?”

Teasing her always had consequences; he wasn’t sure what she’d do but he expected retaliation.

Yet, she shocked him by gliding her hand right inside his pants, underneath his boxers, and firmly grabbing his throbbing cock; she pumped it twice, and flickered her finger over the sensitive head, before pushing up on her tiptoes, and getting to his ear.

“You like that, do you?” she parroted in a soft whisper, before nibbling at his ear.

Fucking hell.

Enough nonsense. He just grabbed her, threw her on his shoulder, and called to his Beta, “Daunte, we’re going. Now.”

Aisling’s friends, who he still hadn’t been introduced to, left with them. Two of them sat with them at the back of the pride SUV, the other one sat at the front. Ace spent the whole way on top of him, grinding against him, biting and licking, like they were alone in the world. He hadn’t taken her for an exhibitionist, but she was proving him wrong.

Good. He wanted the world to see she washis.

Daunte offered to drive, saying, “I really don’t want to see you guys going at it.”

He really did seem disgusted, which was strange, because Daunte wasreallyinto watching people fuck.

Rye was a little too preoccupied to analyze it, trying not to come in his pants.

“I’m going to plunge inside that hot pussy the moment we’re alone,” he told Ace, cupping her under her short shorts.

Fuck, she was already so damn wet.

“I don’t see why you’re waiting,” one of the girls said. “You’re basically fucking anyway.”

They were. Ace had taken his cock out, and never stopped touching it.

“Fabric interior. Cleaning cum is a bitch,” he replied with a shrug.

Finally -finally -Daunte, who’d been driving way above the limit the last few miles, swerved in front of the house and they burst out of the car.

They didn’t make it indoor. Aisling’s hands, partially shifted, teared through his clothes, and he took it as an invitation to do the same. Fucking hell, she was perfect, with her small, firm tits he wanted to suck and bite and lick…

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