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He bit his bottom lip for a second before he said, “I lied when I said we weren’t recording because we did record the whole thing. Would you be okay if we shared that with PBS News?”
“Oh, uh… Are you sure it’s good enough?” I wasn’t upset about the trick because I probably would’ve done a shit job of it all if I’d known they were filming me.
“You were great,” he said, and I believed him.
“Okay then. I’m kinda glad I don’t have to do it again,” I said with a relieved laugh.
He covered his mouth and gave a little burp. “Me, too.”
I couldn’t help laughing more as Layleen came over and gave Owen a glass of something. He sipped it gratefully, and Layleen took my hand and led me over to Ghosha.
“They’re going to air the segment as is,” she said to him. “Why don’t the two of you go to your quarters and have a talk?”
I shivered all over when she put my hand in Ghosha’s and the smooth pads of his fingers closed around my skin. His hands were no different than mine—except for the backs being coveredin fur—but all I could think of was a cat’s toe beans. I nearly looked to see if the palms of his hands were pink, but thought maybe that might be rude and, lord, I didn’t want to upset this amazing person.
Ghosha looked worried, and I couldn’t imagine why. “We do have much to discuss,” he said and kept hold of my hand.
I hoped real hard that he meant we’d discuss getting naked. And there went my dick again.
CHAPTER 7
GHOSHA
As I held his hand and guided him from the newsroom to my quarters, the sour scent of Squire’s nervousness vanished and was replaced by warm desire again. I couldn’t help licking my lips because I so wanted to lick him. But I needed to temper myself, rein in my desire to bind him to me, so that the roughness of my tongue and the sharpness of my claws didn’t hurt him when I eventually succumbed to his allure.
I couldn’t think of a single thing to say to him as we walked, and he said nothing to me. The guards let us pass without question as I led Squire along the corridor to my quarters. Suddenly, I was worried that the room was a mess or that I’d left something embarrassing out. But no, a quick glance over Squire’s head as I walked in behind him showed nothing out of place— Oh, well, except for the lubricant I’d left on the bedside table instead of having tucked it back in the drawer where it belonged.
Looking away from that, I accidentally met Squire’s gaze and felt caught as he blushed, his lush lips parting while he stared up at me. “Will, um, you be handling my training?” he asked, and my entire body throbbed for him.
“Did you…want me to?” I managed to ask in return.
By the amplified scent of him, I knew the answer before he said it. “Yeah. Ireallydo.”
I was a fool to have thought we could talk first. That I could calmly explain the entirety of our situation before ravishing him where he stood.
“Ever since you said hello,” he continued, “I’ve wanted to get naked for you.”
I pounced.
Grabbing Squire by the waist and throat, I pulled him close and tipped his head up to lay claim to his pouty lips. He gasped, opening up, and I took full advantage to plunge my tongue inside and taste him. His tongue battled mine as his hands scrabbled for a hold on my robes. Soft and sweet though he was, Squire fought to get closer, deeper. With one hand sliding down to his ass, I molded him against my body and relished his whine at the contact.
Squire was already hard. I could feel the length of his cock against my thigh as he pressed in tighter to me. He made a desperate little sound that had me growling back at him, and I felt him shiver. When his slim hips rubbed his cock against me, I tore my mouth free of his and gasped a breath.
“Naked,” I said, my voice wickedly deep.
Squire gulped audibly and nodded before he looked over my clothes like he was trying to find a way inside. I chuckled at him and eased him back.
“See to yours,” I told him and showed him my claws. “I may ruin them otherwise.”
Gaze fixed on my hand, his swollen lips parted as a breath stuttered out of him. In a flash, he began tearing his clothes free from his body and kicking off his shoes. His enthusiasm aroused me further, but the willing participation had a strange calming effect on me.
Squire was already mine.
I reached up and unfastened the clasp at my neck to peel open the entire length of my robes. Though it had multiple layers, the design was the same for each so that it fell to my feet as one great pile of cloth. Shaking my simple sandals from my feet, I couldn’t help but note that my claws had punctured them, probably ruining them entirely. Would my arousal always be so violent?
“Holy fuck on a Sunday,” Squire whispered, and I found him staring at me. He stood with his shirt off and jeans halfway down his thighs, his white underwear pushed out obscenely by his erection.
I licked my lips at the sight of him and approached, unable to resist uncovering my mate completely. He only moved to look up at me, and then his eyes fluttered shut when I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and pushed them down over his ass. His breathing was shaky as he watched me move the cloth aside so that I could take it down over his up-thrust cock.
