Page 96 of Pack Kasen: Part 3
She lowers her head and kisses me. “And I will try to learn to forgive.”
“I was thinking about the feral problem.” We haven’t found a resolution for it yet, but it’s been something brewing between us since Cristofer’s attack.
“And?” she prompts hesitantly.
“It’s too big for me, you, and us.”
“So?”
“I’m calling a council. All the Wolf Lords are coming here. This affects us all, and we have to work together to fix it. Maybe that means coming down harder on the shifters whobite humans. Maybe that means Alphas do more to locate the bitten humans who may be loners like Cristofer. They need to be brought into the fold.”
“What about the silver cage?” she asks quietly.
“I’ve spoken to Gregor. He’s still thinking about it, but there could be a medical way to knock a feral out for a bit. Tranquilizer darts don’t work on us, but he could create something that would be more humane than a silver cage. Change is going to be slow. It won’t be easy, and thingswillgo wrong, but that’s a better alternative than what’s happening now.Nevertell Finan this because he will rub it in my face, but maybe thereisa place for diplomacy among wolves.”
She looks down at me, and I struggle to read her expression.
I eye her warily. “Are you thinking about telling Finan I was wrong about diplomacy? I’m sure he already knows. He always manages to convince me to do the things I don’t like.”
“No.” She kisses me, soft and sweet. “I was thinking about how much I love you. And we won’t have a moment’s peace when we’re with my parents and the rest of my old pack.”
“So…”
I roll her onto her back, seeing where this is going.
“Maybe,” she gasps, arching her back when I cup her perfect tits. “We should make use of this private time while we have it.”
Grinning, I’m lifting her shirt when her hands circle my wrists.
I stop, worried I’ve hurt her and terrified she’s suddenly changed her mind about wanting a future with me. “Kitty cat?”
“And maybe you could bite me so the swarm you seem to think will descend on me when we arrive in Nebraska will know I’m yours. Forever.”
My cock swells and I lick my lips, anticipating putting my mark on her. “You want me to bite you?”
“I seemed to like it when you did it in a dream I had,” she admits, eyes hooded.
“What else did I do to you in this dream?”
She shakes her head, biting down on her full lower lip.
I groan when I focus on her mouth, remembering how fucking incredible it was when she had it wrapped around my cock. “Tell me, woman. And quit biting your lip like that.”
“No.”
I stroke my hand down her side. She wiggles, kisses my neck, then bites my earlobe.
Hard.
Cursing, I tickle her until she laughs, laughing when she tickles me back.
We lose our clothes in a wrestling match she starts. Kat has never wrestled with me before, and I don’t understand why she wants to now until I have her on her hands and knees, pinned to the bed, my body blanketing hers.
The sweet scent of her arousal floods my senses. Smiling, I kiss her throat, my cock jerking when she moans in response.
“Kitty cat,” I groan, knowing I won’t last long like this.
Something about having Kat on her knees like this always short-circuits my brain.
