Page 44 of Possessed By the Leonid King

“I’m sorry. I know that was unprofessional. I withdraw that last remark,” he murmured, turning from her and preparing to leave her quarters.

“Don’t you dare!” Layla sprang after him, her towel dropping as she flung herself onto his chest.

He caught her, giant paws completely spanning her back, gasping as her legs wrapped around his waist. “Layla!” He’d thought humans, with their tiny, almost hairless bodies, their clawless hands, their lack of tails, and their blunt teeth, would be weakened during this time of blood loss.

Not his Layla. She was gripping him on the sides of his face, pulling herself up so that her eyes were level with his as she stared him down. “Did you say it because you felt like you owed it to me? Was it guilt? Just a payoff so you don’t have to go to the Courts of Contract Arbitration?” Layla demanded.

“What? No! It’s an honorable action on my part.”

“The family part! Did you mean the family part? Why did you say that part?” Her fingers tugged, making him snarl.

“Because I wish it were so! That you would stay and raise cubs with me, or just be with me. And... I wish you would stay, even after the contract is up and you have all the credits you could desire to build a house on Sapien-Three.” His guilty, angry words rushed out. This was a whim—well, no, not a whim, but a foolish wish.

If it was so foolish—then why was Layla kissing him?

Why was she rubbing herself against him, pressing her juicy womanhood against him, soaking her blood into his fur?

Marking him.

“Layla.” A single word. He didn’t know what ought to follow it.

She pulled him with her, little gasps against his muzzle as she peppered him with kisses. These were beyond carnal kisses—they were affectionate.

“You need to bathe. Privacy.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, am I grossing you out?” Layla began to regretfully let go.

“No. The opposite. Your scent is far too tempting right now.”

“It... is? Like you’d bite me?”

Rupex liked that she asked her question with a smile, still gazing into his eyes. “No, little Queen. Like I want to spread you across my table and have you for the first course, lapping you up, licking every drop of nectar from you.”

Layla’s eyes widened, going dark as the pupil expanded in desire. “Wh-what? Really?”

“Blood is wine to predators, you know.”

Chapter Eighteen

Layla’s eyes widened as Rupex licked his lips. “I... I still should shower.”

“I could join you. There’s one part of you that I’d love to clean myself.”

Before she could protest, the Leonid hoisted her back into his arms and marched her back to the steamy shower.

“This was obviously built for Felids.” Rupex fit comfortably under the shower head, while Layla had to reach her arms as far above her head as possible and stretch on her tippy toes to adjust the nozzle. On the other hand, once she was in the shower, Layla had to admit it gave her delusions of luxury, letting her imagine herself standing in one of the Beauty and Health Spas she could never afford.

And now she was there with her very own scrubbing buddy. A scrubbing buddy with a mane that was slicked down with water, turning a dark reddish brown as the spray drenched him.

Rupex continued to cradle her, but he kept lifting her higher until the apex of her thighs was even with his muzzle.

No way human guys could do this. Or would want to, Layla marveled as her back hit the shower wall, her calves dangling over Rupex’s shoulders. She felt his paws kneading and treading in soothing push-pull motions on her rear as his big, nubbly tongue went to work on her swollen, sensitive pussy.

His touch was soothing. Layla found herself laying her head against the wall and mimicking the motions of his paws with her hands, kneading his scalp and the back of his neck. He began to purr, and his tongue vibrated against her.

“Ohhh,” she moaned out softly. Her body went limp with pleasure.

Not just with pleasure, Laula realized, blinking into the steam.

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