Page 24 of Sass Me

Steele swallowed a chuckle. His little flower was not a morning person. There had been a big jug of Southern pecan almond milk creamer in her fridge, and as soon as he grabbed it and poured a couple splashes in, she wrapped her hands around mug.

“Mmm. Coffee.”

“Such a sexy sleepyhead you are.”

She took a couple sips before she answered. “Long night. Crazy dreams.”

Oh, he knew all about her dreams. “What did you dream about?”

Fleur’s cheeks went even more flushed and a little daisy popped up in the middle of the table, growing into a full-grown bloom in an instant.

“Nothing.” Her voice came out as the tiniest of squeaks. She snagged the flower and shoved it between her legs under the table.

Steele pretended to pout. More so because he was envious of that daisy. He ought to be the one between her legs. “Aww, babe. You’re going to hurt my feelings. Your screaming orgasm didn’t seem like nothing to me.”

Three more daisies sprouted around her chair. She stood up, sloshing her coffee on the table. “Were you eavesdropping on me while I was sleeping? That’s just weird.”

Steele picked up a piece of bacon and bit into it, watching her get all riled up. It was a bluff of course, she wasn’t mad. A little embarrassed maybe, but what he mainly scented was her arousal and the sting of sexual frustration. He could fix that, if she’d let him.

Maybe she would once they cleared just one thing up.

He stood and walked around the table. Fleur stood there, stiff as a tree trunk. He circled her, skimming the backs of his knuckles down her arm, to her waist, and then over her hip. Her lips parted as her breathing ratcheted up.

He walked behind her and slid his hand across the small of her back, to the dip at her waist, and then cupped her body to his. Fleur turned her head, unintentionally exposing the other side of her neck to him.

He bent his head, wanting so badly to kiss her neck, to suck on it, to bite her and make her his. Instead he pressed his lips to her ear. “I didn’t have to eavesdrop, my love. I was there.”

She gasped and three more flowers sprung from the floor.

“I was the one who made you scream. My mouth on your clit. Your hands in my hair, showing me just how you like my tongue to fuck your sweet hot pussy.”

The flowers were popping up in bunches around their feet now. “Meep.”

“But, you’re right, it was a dream, and your poor little body hasn’t gotten the satisfaction it’s craving. I can scent how hot and needy you are for me right now. I’m fucking titanium hard, aching to get inside of you.”

Fleur laid her head back against his chest, and groaned. “Steel.”

She was so fucking hot. “Yes, baby.”

“You’re hard as steel.”

He ground his cock against her backside, reveling in both the feeling of her body and the moan coming from her throat. “Yes, I am, and I’m going to stay that way until you let me take you to bed, to claim you.”

“But, the scenting ceremony.”

He’d be worried, but her words had no oomph.

“We cleared that up last night. You’ll never belong to any wolf. You are mine, and I am yours.”

“It was only a dream.”

“Then let me make it a reality.”

A daisy grew and encircled his leg.

“I...I want to. But what if that’s not what is supposed to happen? The one thing my mother told me was that my destiny was here, in Blue Creek. You’re not from here.”

“I’m here now.”

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