Page 31 of Pretty Little Kitty

His fingers gripped Kia’s jaw, not harsh—just grounding.

“Look at me, cariño.”

Kia’s eyes opened. Gold and fire. Shaky. But open.

Suero leaned in, nose brushing his, lips ghosting over his mouth. “Estoy contigo.” I’m with you.

Then he kissed him—slow, deep, no space between their bodies or breath. Just Suero, his wolf, and the mate who had just cracked open his entire fucking soul.

Their mouths met in a slow, consuming kiss. Suero poured himself into it, letting Kia feel the weight of his need, the promise wrapped around every press of his lips. Beneath him, his elegido shifted, moaned, fingers curling into Suero’s hair as their hips rocked in slow, steady rhythm.

Suero dragged his gaze over the man beneath him—his mate. His.

Not Xavier’s to protect. Not Xavier’s to control. Not Xavier’s to lose sleep over.

Kia wasn’t some fragile keepsake handed down from a sister’s deathbed. He was fierce. Sharp-tongued. Fire in a compact, golden frame. And right now, all that fire was his to hold, to soothe, to fucking claim.

Why do I doubt that? Suero’s smile still lingered, but inside, everything burned.

Another slow thrust and Kia’s fingers twitched, searching for something—Suero’s shoulder, maybe, or just stability in the middle of unraveling.

He slowed down even more, letting the friction drag. Letting Kia feel it. Letting himself feel it too. Every tight clench, every soft sound.

Kia’s eyes fluttered open, unfocused but locked on him.

Suero leaned in, brushing their noses together. “You don’t belong to anyone else,” he murmured. “You hear me, gatito?”

“Loud and unclear.” Kia’s soft laugh was a cascade of soft, silvery notes, each one a tiny, sparkling droplet that resonated deep inside Suero’s heart.

In that moment, he realized he was falling in love with his kitten. He nuzzled Kia’s neck, smiling into his skin. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Feed me tacos.” He arched his back. Soft groans. Fingers digging into Suero’s biceps. Then he whispered so low, Suero almost didn’t catch his words. “And never let me go.”

“Eres mi elegida, hermosa. Siempre estaré a tu lado.” You’re my chosen one, beautiful. I'll always be by your side. Through the haze of pleasure, Suero rolled his hips, ghosting his lips over Kia’s shoulder.

Then he sank his canines deep.

His mate let out a deep cry that filled the room as his muscles clenched tightly around Suero’s cock. The feeling was intense, like a wave of pleasure crashing over him, his orgasm leaving him breathless. Their souls merged with a profound snap that resonated in the very depth of his being. Suero withdrew his canines and licked the wound. “You feel that, cariño?”

But his mate didn’t answer him. Kia surged forward and sank his sharp teeth into Suero’s flesh, causing his orgasm to intensify. He held on to his mate. Another snap. More profound since he was being claimed. Kia pulled his canines free. Their breaths ragged, sweat glistening on their skin. Kia purred, resting his head on Suero’s chest. “Mine,” Kia murmured, exhaustion lacing his voice.

Suero lowered them to the bed, easing out of his mate’s body as he wrapped his arms around his elegido. Kia was his. His mate. His chosen one. If Xavier dared to challenge his claim, he’d better bring everything he had, because Suero would rain down hellfire on him with a vengeance that knew no bounds.

Chapter Nine

Kia pulled the covers closer, scooting back to curl into Suero—but his mate wasn’t in bed. Before he could wonder where he’d gone, the scent of sizzling bacon drifted in.

Well, damn. That was an amazing smell to wake up to.

He stretched, smiling as last night replayed in his mind. His body still hummed with the imprint of Suero’s hands and mouth, and the ache low in his back made it clear—he’d been claimed.

With a deeper stretch, Kia sat up and looked around. First time in Suero’s bedroom. It looked lived in—pile of clothes in the corner, dresser cluttered with random things, a couple fake plants doing their best not to look fake.

But it was the scent clinging to everything that got him. Suero’s dark, warm musk wrapped around the room like a blanket. Made him want to crawl right back under the covers and live in it a little longer.

Instead, he pulled on his underwear and slipped into his shirt, leaving it unbuttoned as he padded toward the kitchen.

Halfway there, he paused—smiling when he heard his mate softly humming an unfamiliar tune. It was upbeat, broken by random explosion sounds. Kia grinned. Of course Suero was making those on purpose.

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