Page 139 of The Alpha's Protective Mate

“I’m not late!” I hear the front door slam shut. “Where’s my princess?!”

“Daddy!” Angie abandons her brother and flies past me, down the stairs.

“Come on, Brandon.” I pick up my son. “Let’s go wash your face. And how many times have I told you not to let your sister bully you?”

“Angie was making me pretty, like her,” Brandon protests as I bring him into the bathroom.

“Baby, you’re already very pretty,” I assure him.

“Who’s pretty?” Robert appears in the doorway, then blinks at our younger child. “Ah, Brandon. That’s an interesting look on you, son.”

I toss my mate a dirty look. “You’re late. Harry’s freaking out. Aisha has called at least ten times to remind you not to forget the rings.”

I hear a barking sound, and I stop what I’m doing. “Where are Mano and Zeno?”

“With Mrs. Mallory. She’s in her sewing room. Should I check on them?”

I shake my head. “Nope. No time. She knows how to handle them. I can’t believe at their ages the two of them are still fighting.”

“It’s not fighting.” Robert looks amused. “Ever since the kittens grew up, Mano has adopted Zeno as her own. She likes to randomly discipline him.”

I wipe down Brandon’s face. “Go. We’re leaving in one minute.”

He runs off, and I’m about to follow him when my mate blocks my path, a rather lecherous gleam in his eyes. “Oh, I think we’re going to be a little late. That’s a very pretty dress.”

I know exactly what he’s up to, but I can’t help but laugh. “Don’t even think about it. We have to get going.”

Robert shuts the bathroom door, trapping us inside. His eyes take in my emerald dress, and he approaches me, whispering, “Just a kiss.”

Giggling, I try to avoid his hold. “It’s never just a kiss. I’m convinced you enjoy making me late to events. You pulled the same thing last year at Ricky and Jazz’s wedding. We nearly missed the ceremony!”

“How do you expect me to keep my hands off you when you look so beautiful?” Robert counters. “It’s not fair.”

I gape at him. “So this is my fault, then, is it?”

Robert lowers his head till his lips hover over mine, and he says heatedly, “I should think so.”

“Just one kiss?” I ask, doubtfully.

“Just one kiss,” he lies, smoothly.

His mere touch is enough to set me on fire, and his kiss has me melting. There’s nothing chaste about it, a clash of tongues and teeth and lips, as he devours me like a starving man. His hand covers my chest, sliding down my stomach until he reaches the slit in my dress. It doesn’t take him long to force my legs apart and glide his fingers in. My pussy is already wet, waiting for him. The squelching sound fills the air as he loosens me up with his fingers, inserting one after another, till he has four thick digits inside me. I toss my head back, panting and moaning.

“We don’t have time,” I whine, my hips moving in rhythm to his fingers.

“I know,” he whispers, his eyes on my face as he draws out an orgasm so skillfully.

“My dress!” I moan, my inside convulsing.

“Don’t worry.” His laughter makes my nipples harden into painful points. I rub them, only for him to bat away my hands. My dress’s straps come down, and he teases me, sucking and nipping, driving me wild. His fingers are no longer toying with my pussy, but I can feel the juices slide down the inside of my leg as my lower muscles clench in need.

I’m leaning back against the sink, my breasts out as Robert plays with them. One of his legs is inserted between mine, and he rubs the coarse material of his pants against my most sensitive area. I finally break.

“Robert. Fuck me, already! Please!”

His sly grin tells me he wanted me to beg all along.

He turns me around, bends me over the sink, and hikes up my dress. I hear the sound of his zipper lowering, and then he murmurs, “You’ll have to ask for it. Politely.”

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