Page 22 of Kiss My Sass

Right then, Thor’s other was a hungry thing. It craved vengeance, demanded he pay back the Crow King for every scratch, bruise, and for the dislocated arm he had given Nica. But his good Alpha had given an order, he’d bolstered him up, and led Thor away. Yes, he would find peace and solace in obeying that command. Didn’t want to return to Nica with blood on his hands. Not when their mating was so new.

“The Council will hear about this, Wolf. If she is not returned to me by tomorrow, I will be back and I will bring war with me. She is mine, do you hear me? My mate,” yelled the soon to be dead motherfucker.

He did not know how or when, and yes, Thor would obey his Alpha always, but that Crow was pushing him too far. Thunder roared in his ears. It was too loud for Derrick’s newest Alpha command to take root.

“Thor—”

Too late. He blurred across the street the same second the Crow had stopped speaking, lightning fast, Thor moved, facing off with the piece of shit. He snarled, snapping his teeth as he grabbed the Crow King by the throat, dangling the male a good three feet off the ground.

“Let’s get one thing straight, Crow. Nica is mine.”

Mine, grumbled his Demon Wolf.

Derrick and the rest of the Pack jogged back to his side and the Alpha’s hand clamped down on Thor’s shoulder once more. He felt the man’s innate power pulsing through their Pack bonds at his touch. Lucky for the Crow King, he still recognized his Alpha as his leader before he went and tore his head right off. A regret he felt immediately as he loosened his hold.

“Come on, man. We gotta go.”

Thor completely released the male’s throat and watched with more than a little satisfaction as the fucker hit the ground. He muttered a curse in the ancient language and spat on the floor next to where the Crow King gasped and struggled to catch his breath.

Once he was back on Pack land, the tension in his shoulders lessened a tad. He felt everyone’s questioning eyes and concerning glances, but he shook them off. There was only one thing that could help him release his stress now. He needed to change shape, to run in his fur.

Without a sound, he let the Wolf take him. The clothes shredded right off his body as his enormous beast burst from his skin. Thor meant to run through the woods, but the soft gasp he heard from the side door had his big, lupine head turning around. Fuck, she saw his uncontrolled change. Worry over whether she would fear him now spiked his heart, but her eyes held nothing of horror as she watched him. Only wonder.

Nica. Mine.

Brave and beautiful, she stood watching him. His mate. A deep, satisfied rumble made its way past his lips as he trotted over to her. She had her hands over her mouth, her big blue eyes eating him up. Her happiness intensified the freshly fallen rain scent that seemed as much a part of her as the fresh bread and sweet summer jam he often associated with her.

“Oh Thor! You are so beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like you. A brindle Dire Wolf, well, I’ll be,” she murmured softly.

His animal preened under her warm praise. The beast liked her eyes on him, hungry and proprietorial. He liked them so much he wanted more. No, Thor demanded more. He needed her hands on him, so he bumped her gently with his head, allowing her sweet laughter to wash over him as he nudged her towards the door, away from prying eyes.

He never thought of himself as a jealous man, but there was something wildly possessive in how he felt about Nica. She closed the door to his bedroom behind them and kneeled on the rug by the recliner he had against the wall. He didn’t know where she found the shirt she’d put on, but he liked her in his clothes.

“Can I touch your fur?” she asked, her eyes glowing with her animal.

To answer her question, Thor got down on his belly and crawled over to her. He knew he was big, and the last thing he wanted was to scare the woman. She squealed happily, reaching out with tentative hands, and running them over his back and neck.

Then he dropped his head in her lap and licked her elbow, making her giggle until she was giving him a good, long petting. She was wearing his shirt, so he didn’t mind dirtying it, and even better, the little minx had nothing underneath it. He discovered that sweet little tidbit after he pushed his head down farther to investigate.

“Hey! Bad Wolf,” she said, swatting his nose.

Thor’s Wolf sneezed. He felt the air surrounding him shimmer as he swapped his Wolf’s brindle fur for his human form. She was so fucking beautiful it hurt to look at her, but he couldn’t turn away. He wouldn’t. Not for anything. Nica was part of him now. Somehow, the curvy goddess had gotten beneath his skin. She was big now, important in a way he never knew possible.

“You swatted my nose, angel. Time for payback,” he growled playfully.

“No fair! You were sniffing my hoo ha!” Nica yelled, but she was also laughing, and her eyes were sparkling with humor and something more.

“Gonna do more than sniff it, angel. I’m gonna lick that delicious little pussy until you’re coming all over my face, begging for my dick. Then I’m gonna fuck you real good, just like you like, until you’re screaming my name,” Thor promised, his voice thick like gravel as he ran his hands up her luscious curves, divesting her of his shirt.

Her eyes grew hooded, the scent of her arousal perfumed the air. Thor could not wait a second longer. He tackled his sweet little mate to the ground like the predator he was, but he made sure she didn’t get bumped or bruised. He wasn’t a total asshole, after all.

“Thor,”: she moaned his name, and he was a goner.

He kissed her until she clung to him in submission, opening her thick thighs and cradling him with her soft body. After a while, after Thor was finished driving them both crazy with only kisses, he slid down her body, ready to feast on her sweet strawberry jam flavored essence.

He knew the old cliché about cats liking cream. But the thing was, Thor was all Wolf. He was the total fucking opposite of a cat. But he also knew one thing for sure, he fucking loved eating her pussy. Loved lapping at her cream. And he would never stop licking at her until he’d downed every last drop, with his woman screaming his name and coming on his face.

Mine.

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