Page 32 of Pretty Little Kitty

He’d guessed right.

Kia stepped into the doorway and watched as Suero flipped a pancake with a flick of his wrist, adding sound effects as it landed perfectly back in the pan. Then he tossed salt into boiling water like he was brewing some kind of potion, cackling under his breath.

Hair a mess. No shirt. Muscles flexing with every move. Kia could’ve stood there all day.

“Are you always this theatrical when you cook?” he asked, stepping farther into the room. The floor chilled his bare feet, the scent of bacon teasing his senses.

Suero turned to smile at him—a grin that lit up his eyes, straight white teeth flashing behind sensual lips.

The man had no idea how beautiful he really was.

“Only when I’ve experienced a transcendent moment.”

“Do tell.” Kia snagged a piece of bacon off the napkin beside the stove, suddenly starving.

“There’s a rule in this kitchen.” Suero turned, arms crossing over his bare chest. His body was a masterpiece of ink and muscle, and Kia felt heat creep up his neck just remembering how he’d mapped most of it with his hands the night before.

“And what’s the rule?” He had to drag his eyes away from Suero’s body. His thirst? Very real.

Suero tapped his lips. “A kiss for every stolen piece of food.” He shrugged, dead serious. “I’m just enforcing the rules, gatito.”

Kia grinned, sliding into his mate’s arms with a bit of swagger. He held the bacon between his teeth.

Suero arched a brow. “Does that mean I have to help you eat the evidence before I can reach your lips?”

“Yep,” Kia said, nearly dropping the bacon as he spoke.

With a teasing growl, his mate nipped at it—biting off most of Kia’s stolen bacon. He chewed, swallowed, and licked his lips to chase the flavor. “Doesn’t count. Your greedy ass ate most of it.”

Chuckling, he curled an arm around Kia and gave a gentle squeeze. “Good morning, hermoso. How’d you sleep?”

“With my eyes closed.” Kia couldn’t stop grinning, his cat purring in quiet contentment.

Last night, there’d been a moment—brief but real—when his cheetah had tried to challenge Suero’s wolf. Fear of the dominant animal, of losing himself.

Suero had shut that down in the sexiest way possible.

Now? His cheetah wanted to roll belly-up every time Suero so much as looked at him.

And if he was being honest?

So did Kia.

“Puedo encontrar algo mejor que hacer con esa boca inteligente.” Suero nibbled along Kia’s jaw, his goatee scraping just enough to make it dangerous.

“All I got was ‘something’ and ‘mouth’—and I’m down for whatever you said.”

Suero chuckled low, then repeated himself more slowly, syllable by syllable, giving Kia time to echo the words back.

“Now tell me what that means,” Kia said, grabbing another piece of bacon behind his mate’s back and popping it into his mouth mid-chew.

Suero leaned in, lips brushing Kia’s ear. “I can find something better to do with that smart mouth.”

Kia froze, eyes flicking down to Suero’s lips.

“Yours, not mine,” Suero added, biting gently at his earlobe.

“Dying to feel my cock between those bacon-stealing lips, cariño.”

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