Page 24 of Pretty Little Kitty

Suero wanted to leave, ready to resume what they’d started on Jared’s trunk. If Kia hadn’t pushed him away, no doubt they would’ve had sex.

His desire for his kitten was insane levels of need. Earlier, it had taken all his restraint not to bend Kia over the kitchen table and screw his brains out. The only thing that stopped him was Kia’s hunger.

“Ready to leave with me?” Suero growled softly into Kia’s ear. “Maybe find somewhere quieter?”

Like my bedroom.

Kia’s flushed cheeks made Suero’s cock thicken. He imagined those perfect lips wrapped around his prick, and damn if Suero wasn’t ready to have Kia to himself.

His wolf agreed with a howl.

If his beast was so keen on the idea, why couldn’t the fickle bastard choose Kia as its mate? Made no sense to him.

“What about Jared?” Kia asked.

“You want me to invite him too?” Suero’s brows shot up. Just how close were the cousins?

Kia’s jaw dropped. “That’s not what I meant!” he squeaked, blush deepening. “I can’t just leave him here.” He drained his drink in one gulp and slammed the glass down, clearly disturbed by the idea.

It hadn’t thrilled Suero. He wasn’t against a threesome, but not with his mate involved.

Asking someone to give Jared a ride home was out of the question. Crossing into cheetah territory wasn’t an option, and leaving him at the border was too risky. No guarantee the hyenas were gone.

“Give me a sec.” Suero stood and squeezed through the crowd behind his seat.

Glancing back, Suero saw someone eyeing his seat. But Kia had already stretched his slim legs across it, shooting the guy a look that said, “Don’t even try it.”

The more Suero got to know his little kitty, the harder he fell. They’d gotten closer through texts, phone calls, and two incredible dates, in-person time with Kia was unbeatable.

With a smirk, Suero slipped behind the bar to chat with Miguel, who’d just served a customer.

Cheers erupted near the dartboard as Diablo pumped his arm and Luca flipped him off. The place was alive with blaring music, clattering pool balls, and shouted curses.

Sin’s meant everything to Suero. Raised by his father, they’d merely shared a space. Pedro had never taken him on trips or had family nights like other families.

He’d been more of a roommate than a dad. They’d never really bonded, and Suero never heard “I love you” or “I’m proud of you.”

The Salvador pack was Suero’s true family, and he’d die for them, just as they would for him.

Suero rested his hand on the counter, but quickly yanked it back when he felt something sticky under his fingers.

“Wipe that up for me.” Miguel tossed him a damp rag. Suero caught it. “Someone spilled soda.”

“Need a favor.” He scrubbed the sticky mess and cleaned the mini fridge top where the soda dripped.

Miguel crossed his arms, leaning against the back counter, looking annoyed. What was his problem?

“Right, because the last favor went so well,” Miguel said sarcastically. “You asked me to keep them in my truck, but failed to mention the little cat would freak out.”

Ah. Now Suero saw why the guy was pissed.

“How was I supposed to know?” he shot back. Watching Jared lose it had been tough. He didn’t know what the guy had been through to make him panic in small spaces, but Suero genuinely felt for him.

Miguel’s gaze darted to Jared, who was licking sauce off his fingers. “So, what’s the favor?”

Suero chucked the damp rag into a basket behind him. “Protect him while I take my mate home.”

There was no need to explain the mating was one-sided. It wasn’t anyone’s business. If Kia’s cheetah had chosen him, they were mates. End of story.

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