Page 70 of Healing Her Lions

“Yes,” she breathes and sinks back.

“Did I tell you how good you look?” I whisper, the scruff on my face catching on her hair.

“A couple of times. I love hearing it again, though.” She tilts her head, encouraging my touch.

“Are you having fun?” I slide my hand over her stomach.

“I love being with you.”

“I’m glad. Are you drunk yet?”

“No,” she giggles. “Do you want me to be?”

“I’m not opposed to the idea.” I bite her earlobe. “Tell me now that I can make out with you later.”

“I’m not opposed to the idea,” she teases. She turns, and my hand glides to her back. Her soft breasts press against my chest.

“Maybe we should start now.” My stare catches on her lips.

“We are in the middle of a club,” she reminds me, but she doesn’t step back.

“I don’t give a fuck.” I clocked numerous couples doing worse things than kissing.

“If you don’t care, I don’t.”

We are at the end of the bar, partially in shadow. I take advantage of her willingness, eliminating any space between us. Her mouth opens, inviting me inside. Jesus, her taste is addicting. Her soft lips welcome mine.

Her luscious body melts, allowing me to support her. Her hands grip the sides of my shirt, flexing with every swirl of my tongue. I take in everything about her. My lion loves the scent of her desire, wrapping us in warmth. She isn’t shy, sharing the little moans that ring in my sensitive ears. I want to hear them again later, louder, as I fuck her.

I lose some control as she swirls her hips, and I grip her ass. I pull away slowly, nipping at her bottom lip and then her top. Her sweet mouth follows, wanting more.

“Baby, if we continue here, the crowd is going to get a show. A kiss is one thing, but I refuse to allow anyone to see you get fucked,” I growl across her swollen lips.

She shakes her head. “Right,” she pants.

“You need to sit your ass on the stool, and I need to cool down.” I relax my hands slowly until I can remove them from her body. “Climb up,” I persist, nudging her.

“Alright,” she pouts but sits.

I grin and shake my head. How am I the reasonable one in our relationship?

“I told you it was him,” is shouted. I turn sharply to the man barreling towards us. “It is; what did I say.” He slaps the back of his hand to the chest of one of the men with him.

I put my body in between them and Breeane.

“Fuck, you’re right,” the other man comments.

“Excuse me,” I growl when they are in front of me.

“You are the guy,” he laughs, pointing his finger.

“I have never seen any of you before.” I glare at the three men. One of them is a coyote, but the other two are human. The coyote has been silent, finally a smart one. “Did you follow me here?”

“Follow you? No.” He frowns. “But we have seen you. We’ve been to the fights,” he whispers, leaning forward, cupping his hand over his mouth. “You were so badass. I was stupid at first and bet on the other guy. I finally realized that I would lose if I didn’t bet on you.”

Breeane’s hand grips my shirt. “You are still stupid,” I snarl. “Why are you speaking to me? Why are you speaking of it at all?”

“Fuck, dude. I wanted to get your autograph,” he says, offended. “You were the best.”

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