Page 7 of Nyanine's Divide

One of the best things about Willa is her steady positivity. She’s never down, angry, or anything but joyful. She’s the brightest person in the village. “You know I love your positive outlook, I always do, but I mean what I feel, Willa.” I cup her cheek, looking into her eyes as hers droop, her cheek sinking into my palm. “I just can’t explain this feeling, I don’t know what it is, but whatever is going on out in the world, it’s about to come crashing through our door, and I don’t feel prepared. If I lost you….”

“Hey, that won’t happen. I’ll fight through death to get back to you, you know that. Nothing is going to tear us apart. Not if I have my way.” Her words are stern, filled with determination, and I grin.

“You’d kill the grim reaper himself for me, wouldn’t you?” I chuckle, letting my thumb run over her plump bottom lip.

“I don’t know who that is, but I’ll fight anyone for you. Tooth and nail. You’re my mate, my everything. This mark proves it.” She brushes my shirt aside, exposing the golden mark on my right shoulder, as she leans down and presses kisses along it to my sternum.

The sensation it sends through my body is indescribable. There’s tingles along the bond itself as she touches it, but this radiant heat spreads through my limbs, warming me in the sweetest way. As her lips brush my sternum, the very tip of the mark that swirls across my skin, this bolt of pure pleasure ignitesin my chest before racing straight through me to my groin. A moan slips from me, unbidden, as she rises and grins at me, her face close enough to mine that our noses nearly touch.

My left hand slides through her hair, and I watch as it slips between my fingers, falling to the blankets below us. “I love you, Kitten, more than anything.” My words are quiet, and she nods, her lips parting to return the sentiment, but I cut her off, finishing my thought. “I’m not trying to tell you these things because I want to scare you or worry you. I’d rather you know that I feel something, whether it’s coming or not, and be prepared. If things take a turn for the worse, I want you to be mentally prepared to handle it like the hunter queen I know you can be, okay?”

She wets her lips, my eyes tracking the movement as she swallows thickly before nodding. “I understand. We’re in this together, okay? Whatever happens, we stick together.”

“Of course.”

We stare at each other for several breaths as the tense moment settles over us before gently slipping away, our worries now out in the open and no longer burdening our hearts so deeply. A wry grin slowly tilts her lips as she eyes me, and I squirm, knowing that look. She’s got something in her head, I’m the target, and I’m not sure if I’m about to be tortured or rewarded.

“Why are you making the crazy face? Do I need to start running?” My eyebrow rises as I sit up on my elbows, attempting to back away from her.

She giggles, her head tilting back as her face scrunches comically, her body shaking mine, and I can’t help but smile at the sound. I love her laugh.

“I was just thinking about how you called me a hunter queen.”

And here we go. She lays out what I said for examination but doesn’t tell me what the results are, leaving me to wonder which direction this is going to go. I’m either going to be ridiculed andregret saying it or she’s going to like it. Either way, I’m going to regret saying this, aren’t I? I sigh, rolling my head away from her. “What about it?” The words are sullen, nearly a groan of displeasure that has her giggling. Fuck me. I hate when women do this, overanalyze things said that don’t have such a deep meaning.

“If that’s how you feel about me, and you feel the need to run, maybe you should. I don’t think I’d mind a fun game of chase through the woods. Catching you will be the best part.” She winks, biting the air, and I sigh heavily. That causes her to laugh a full belly laugh, her body falling across mine, shaking me. I run my tongue along my teeth, trying unsuccessfully to suppress my smile. She’s always a constant surprise. You can’t ever predict what she’s going to say.

“You’re incorrigible. Will I ever say anything that doesn’t turn you on?” My words make her laugh even harder, and I realize I’m a doomed man. There’s nothing I can do. She will forever be like this, stuck in the honeymoon phase, always reading into everything with a sexual lens, and I’m just going to have to keep up with her. I sigh again, and she sits up, wiping at her eyes.

“No, you’re doomed. But it’s your fault anyway!” Her voice turns accusatory as she gives me a pointed look, her eyes wide. My brows draw in confusion as I stare back at her.

“My fault!? Wha… how?”

“You’re too sexy, it’s really not fair.” She shakes her head, shrugging, and I laugh at her.

“You’re ridiculous. I’m not going to roll in mud and dung to keep you at bay, so learn some self-control, Kitten,” I tease her, nudging her with my shoulder as I grin.

She giggles, her body hunching as she tries to cover her mouth. Her tail flicks behind her, hitting my shin, and I know my words don’t sink in. She’ll never learn, not with me. “I don’t think mud and dung could keep me away. You can’t do anything to repelme.” She says the words through continuous giggles, falling into full blown laughter at the end.

I lift my arms simply to let them fall in a huff of agitation. Of course, I don’t really feel all that upset about it, but it’s fun to mess with her. What she’s failed to notice is my body’s reaction to her earlier actions. My pants haven’t loosened throughout this entire conversation. Inside, I know I’ll give her as much as she wants from me, all of it, I don’t care. I’ll find a way to keep up because she’s absolutely worth it, and if she wants an entire litter of kids, then so be it. I’ll give her whatever she wants. But that doesn’t mean I won’t put up a fight to make her work for it a bit.

“Oh, come on, Captain,” she purrs the nickname, rubbing a hand along my chest, purposely sliding her fingers along the mark. Another bolt of pleasure rushes through me, and I close my eyes, biting my tongue to hold back the sounds of it. “Deny it all you want, you know you love my appetite for you. Besides, I keep things fun, right?” She grins, her tongue between her teeth.

Throwing my arms around her, I spin us and pin her beneath me, making it very clear how she affects me. She gasps as I settle between her legs, a predatory grin on my face. “Perhaps it is I who should be chasing you through the woods. We both know who the real hunter is in this relationship.”

She lets out a surprised laugh, her arms sliding over my shoulders to pull me down as she rises to meet me. “Whatever you want, Captain. As long as you give me what I need when you catch me.” Her lips press to mine, and we both know the answer to that question. I couldn’t deny her the pleasure of me if I wanted to. She’s just as much my addiction as I am hers.

My left hand slides down her leg as it wraps around my waist, taking her skirt with it. When I reach her hip and realize there is no material beneath the skirt, I rip my lips from hers to glare at her. “I thought we discussed this several times, Kitten. Ifsomeone else sees what’s mine…. Do I need to start punishing you accordingly?”

Her eyes widen as she stares up at me, her chin dipping in a slow nod. I chuckle, not at all surprised by her answer. Of course, she’s baiting me. This is exactly what she wants.

“You do this on purpose, don’t you? You naughty, naughty kitty.” Leaning down, I give her a bruising kiss, one that steals the breath from her as she moans and claws at me. In other parts of my life, I have a slight hatred of being the leader. The pressure is a lot, being in control means you have everyone else’s lives on your shoulders, you’re responsible for so much. But with Willa, being responsible for her pleasure, her happiness, it’s the lightest burden I’ve ever carried. Being her captain will always be easy.

Pulling back, I sit up on my knees and scoot back out of her reach. “On hands and knees, Kitten. You’ve got three seconds.”

Her green eyes widen as she slowly rolls over, lifting her ass into the air, tail raised, until she settles on hands and knees. She looks over her shoulder at me, her face impassive as she waits for my next command. I swallow, my hands clenching on my thighs as I stare at her. The question in my mind is how to punish her. Nothing I do will truly be a punishment, but there’s got to be something that will torture her as much as pleasure her.

Leaning forward, I gently peel her skirt down her thighs, exposing her to me. She stays still, for once, behaving. I slide my hand along her tail from base to tip, watching as she shivers, her elbows nearly buckling under her. Both my hands slide up the backs of her thighs, slowly, until I reach her ass, rolling it and caressing it in my palms before giving each cheek a rough smack. She gasps, her purple skin darkening with my hand prints, and instead of soothing her, I leave it to sting. She’s already dripping for me, and I’ve barely even gotten started.

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