Page 14 of Kitty Cat

“It works how I say it works. Ask something else, or nothing at all. I don’t care.”

Rygan was too startled to speak at first; he couldn’t remember anyone ever dismissing him that way before. It grated, but he accepted that the cards were in her hand, so he changed his question.

“Why are you a loner?”

He half expected her to blow him off again, but she answered. “I was part of a pride, once, and it didn’t work out for me. It’s supposed to be about supporting each other, but I’m a little different. So the flavor of the day was,let’s gang up on Aisling.Not my thing.”

Rygan nodded slowly, reluctantly - he knew it wasn’t the whole truth.

“So, you weren’t banished?”

“That’s two questions,” she said, rolling her eyes. “But I’ll answer it - because you won’t let this go unless I do.No,I wasn’t banished.No,I’m no criminal.Yes,I’ve killed people - legally.” That could mean a lot of things; in self-defense, or under contract approved by the government. One, he could understand, the other, he could respect. “And I will kill again,” she added, “if I’m ever in a situation where I should. Andno,you don’t have the right to know everything I do. I’m not part of your pride, Alpha.”

Taking the full strength of her gaze, Rygan wondered if that was what others felt when he glared at them. His tiger was pacing back and forth, uneasy at having that female pushing her dominance. She wasn’t asking for his submission, though - she was simply answering with everything she had, to ensure he would know she was telling him the truth. No one could dominate without conviction.

He nodded. It wasn’t like his hands were clean, anyway.

“My turn,” she said, her amber gaze still intense. She tilted her head to the left a little again, and asked, “If I let you fuck me now, are you going to be clingy or move on and let me be?”

He didn’t answer- he didn’t need to. They both needed this. There was no other option; since the instant he saw her, he knew he was going to end up balls deep inside her.

There was nothing soft or refined about it - his teeth scraped her skin, she tore clothes from his limbs to free his cock, and took it in her greedy hands. They were animals, nothing more or less. Rygan took Aisling by the waist and popped her on the breakfast table, before placing himself between her legs, exactly where he’d wanted to be. His tiger was all for destroying her jeans and plunging his cock inside her, but he had other things on his mind. Sliding the denim down, along with her silken panties, he smirked and dived head first towards her pink, drenched folds.

“Oh fuck.”

“Not yet.”

She might have the upper hand in many things, but as she begged for mercy while his tongue lapped at her clit, wiggling in an attempt to break free, he was topping her in the only way that mattered.

Her breathing was coming in faster yet irregular, hitching, in places. She was close; so close. He could make her come now and then take her like he was desperate to. Get it over with. But at the back of his mind, something told him it would be just that: over. She was going to do what she’d said she would: move on, forget about him. The pretty kitty was careful - she liked the walls she’d constructed around her little world; he understood that. But nevertheless, he wanted to smash them down.

Rygan and his tiger were in perfect agreement right then.Not now,they both said.We can wait.

So, he came up for air, placing his throbbing cock at her entrance, and bending to reach her ear.

“What’s your name?” he whispered, grinding against her clit.

He didn’t expect her to answer; he expected her to bolt.

She did.

“Bastard.”

“You need to come, pretty girl. And I’ll give it to you - all I want in exchange is a name.”

So, yeah, he was being an asshole. But a smart one. Aisling pushed his torso back and sat up, closing her legs.

“Right. Looks like I’ll be finishing myself off, then,” she huffed, turning away without another glance.

As he watched her sinful ass walk out, Rygan smiled like his balls weren’t hating him right now.

He might not have fucked her, but he’d won the game today. Aisling was a dominant female used to having what she wanted; she was going to be as obsessed with him as he was with her.

Animal

Aisling was cursing herself, wondering where her damn spine had run off to.

“Fucking Alpha,” she grumbled under her breath while frosting a dozen cupcakes.

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