Page 62 of Possessed By the Leonid King

Layla couldn’t speak. She put a hand to her bright pink cheeks, eyes sparkling at him.

“Oh, love! I’m sorry. Of course, it’s so wonderful about your friends! That’s the main thing. I—”

Layla tapped on the screen and showed Rupex a familiar face—a rangy wolf-like face with bright, laughing eyes, a ready smile, and dark reddish-brown fur. “Jax!”

“He applied. I—um. I knew it was a post we needed and I figured... well. Nepotism. There were other candidates that offered contracts, but I wrote back this morning and told him he had the job. He’s family. I hope... I hope I did the right thing.” Layla’s eyes dimmed. “I was so excited about my family coming home, I thought... Maybe you’d feel the same?”

Rupex nodded slowly. Jaxson would remind him of Alana.

And why was that a bad thing? His cubs deserved to meet their uncle. “I am so glad that our cubs will grow up with family all around them. Like it should be in a pride.” He shook his head again, snorting out a soft laugh. “My pride will be an odd one, won’t it? With a Canid, a quartet of humans, and every sort of Felid imaginable.”

“It sounds like paradise to me.” Layla leaned on his arm—then dropped the tablet down to her hip, letting her hand slide across his furry chest. “I think I like the shirtless look on you, Ru.”

“Layla. Again?”

“Just had my shot. My temperature’s rising.” Layla’s fingers slipped across the neckline of her dress, pushing it off her shoulders. “Gotta get out of these clothes.”

Rupex’s mouth dropped open. He found himself with the tablet shoved into his paw as his fianceé stripped naked on the beach, her beautiful body bared against the sand and sky.

“You are going to ruin me,” he whispered. “I can’t get any work done!”

“I’ve done most of the work for an hour or two.” Layla pouted. She stretched, showing off the arch of her spine and the curve of her bottom, bending to reveal the pink slit between her thighs and the tight pucker they’d started pleasuring more consistently. They hadn’t actually attempted the full sex act there, but Layla’s devilish smile told him that he wasn’t the only one thinking about it.

Operative word... thinking.

“Your work is brilliant on the contracts, but where are all these crew members expecting to come aboard? What about Jaxson? He’s a Canid, and there will probably be extra restrictions on taking him aboard as the Sirius Federation is in a much more difficult situation with the Queen Fever mutation. Crew coordination and new flight plan addendums have to be filed...and then I’ll ravish that sweet pussy of yours.”

Layla’s pout returned, this one even sadder and harder to ignore. “Can I just sit on your lap while you’re working? I don’t want to be away from my mate.”

Mate. Oooh. She had him by the tail, she did. He could never refuse her anything when she called him that most feral of names. “Yes, my Queen. But sitting on my lap—not riding it.”

Layla retrieved her gown from the sand, pausing to let her fingers dip between her legs and spread her pinkness for his eyes. “Okay. You’re the King. You’re the captain. I’ll just sit on you like a good girl. I’ll be very still. I won’t squirm or anything.”

Rupex sighed. She’d won before he even got to the deck. “That remains to be seen.”

FOUR DAYS LATER...

“My eyes! Bastet, Sekhmet, and my grandfather’s mane! Don’t you two have rooms?” Marcus stumbled away from the command deck, a paw over his eyes and tail lashing. “You can’t do this when you have other crew members, you know!”

Layla didn’t even care. Nothing mattered to her except that Rupex was hers, and he was mating with her constantly to prove it—and to sate the urges that even daily love-making wouldn’t quiet. It had to be multiple times a day. If there wasn’t actual mating, there at least had to be touching. His scent was a comfort to her.

Working hours meant hours where Layla needed to sit on his lap, preferably with his cock inside her and his tail wrapped around her leg or her waist.

Rupex pulled out of her with a groan. “I told you. Your luck only holds so far.”

“Three days without getting caught was a good run. Come on, back to your room, it is the closest.” She tugged him from the chair, ignoring the wet puddle she’d left in his trousers.

“Talos, the new Security Systems Officer, wants to have a conference. He’s going to help me update our cyber defense systems, even before he’s aboard. I can’t refuse that kind of initiative without seeming like a lazy King and an unfit captain.”

Layla nodded. That was definitely important, and rationally, she understood that. But the idea of being away from Rupex for several hours, unable to feel his fur or breathe in his warm scent, made her eyes prickle.

Rupex didn’t notice, busy cleaning himself up. “I’m surprised he offered up his contract for this. Tigerites are loners.”

Purely to distract herself, Layla argued with him. “Really? Isn’t that a stereotype?”

“Not if it’s true. Tigerites don’t live in prides. They don’t have packs, either. The Tigerite planets are pretty rugged and devoted to a lot of different things... but none of them are big on metropolitan life. Nothing like you’d find on Leonid-One.”

“Is this Leonid superiority talking?”

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