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“Gods, Killy!” Hot cum hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed it all, easing him to the floor when his knees buckled. I turned him around then, spread his trunks in front of him, and kept him on his hands and knees.
More lube, and I eased my cock into his ass slowly. He shoved back. “Fuck me!”
I slapped his ass. “Be still.”
He banged his head on the floor, angling that ass up, and I eased in again.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good,” he moaned.
That was definitely the spot. I withdrew, and he growled as I shoved back in.
“Stop teasing me, dammit!”
I purred softly and pounded into him. He pushed a hand against the wall to keep from hitting his head, growling the whole time. His ass gripped my cock, and I slowed down.
“You’re doing this on purpose!” he grumbled, relaxing.
“You want to cum?”
“Yes!” he yelled.
I slammed into him again, and his ass tightened. He trembled beneath me, roaring with the force of his second orgasm. I didn’t stop. I kept pounding, reveling in the feel of the spasms, and itsnuck up on me. I filled his ass then, jerking with each spurt. Yael growled in satisfaction as if we’d never truly cum before.
I eased out and rested my forehead on his back.
“You okay?” he whispered.
“Yeah. That was better than last night,” I laughed softly. “I want a bed in here for us, Zee.”
“Done,” he murmured. I moved then, rolling to the floor, still trying to catch my breath. “Are you tired?” he asked, trailing his fingers over my chest.
“Nope,” I smiled.
“Wanna go for a run?” he whispered.
“Yeah.” I tapped into Jules’ thoughts, and the boy was dreaming about this weekend when Alex and Rhys came to play again.
Zee and I counted spaces to the back, naked, and shimmered into fur. He was a large black lion with a thick mane. Zee took off across the grass, and I tore after him all the way to the treeline. He tackled me, and we rolled, with me coming up on top. I took off again.
This had been the best day, and I couldn’t imagine Zee not being here. Well, damn. I was falling for him.
Chapter twenty-one
Killian
Naven showed up at noon with two pig cookers and meat for both. He was pleased to see the bathroom, and I showed him the walls came down for winter. He set up his things, and Jules was more than curious about everything. Naven was very nice, talking to Jules and explaining everything he was doing. Naven’s daughter, Nirah, arrived at supper time, and I discovered she was a landscaper. I talked to her about the soccer field on the opposite side of the gravel drive, and she thought it was an excellent idea. She asked about the hotel and the new homes, and Sophie came out to hire Nirah to do the landscaping for those projects. So far, things were going well.
Friday morning, the ladies of the Pride arrived with pies and side dishes. I talked to everyone and introduced Jules, who stayed with me. The Pride was happy to see him and pleased to be invited onto the King’s property.
Barnham showed up at four, around the same time as Cully and Maisy. I stood on the porch, watching the man remove ashotgun from the back of his truck, and handed Jules to Sophie. She took Jules into the house, then. Barnham and I were gonna fight about it.
Everyone got quiet as I stormed off the porch and counted spaces, grabbing the gun from Barnham’s hand. I gripped his jaw with my right hand and turned his gaze to mine.
“What are you doing?” I growled. “This is a Pride function. There will be no fighting. You will leave Cully and Maisy alone.”
Damn. I’d given the man a direct order, and he had to obey.
Zee approached me from my right, hands up in the feline version of surrender. He eased me away from Barnham, and Naven grabbed the gun.
