Page 38 of Bearing Secrets
Now he’d gone and found someone who could act the part, and he was lusting after her like some teenager with rogue hormones. This was not the way a Captain of High House Ursa was expected to act, and he needed to be better. For himself. For his Queen. For the House.
“Morning wood. I see. Are you sure it’s not because I let you kiss me last night?”
Was that…was that an invitation? No, he decided a second later, he was just imagining it because his dick needed a warm place to settle for half an hour. Still…
“Let me?” he asked incredulously. “I’m pretty sure that was an equal effort thing.”
Natalia just smirked.
“Let me,” he scoffed again. “That’d be like saying if I kissed you right here and now, you’d again belettingme. Without any interest from your end.”
Didn’t we just agree to not go down this path?
“I didn’t say there wasn’t any interest,” Natalia joked, her eyes dancing with laughter.
“Then maybe you should let me kiss you again. So we can find out.”
I know you’re not one for following the rules, but just this time, you should probably refrain.
“Maybe I should.”
Too late.
He lifted his head from the floor without giving it a second thought, covering her mouth with his. Natalia hissed in surprise at the abruptness of it, but after a brief second where she pulled back, her body language changed. Hefelther melt into him, no longer lifting her weight slightly. Now she lay completely atop him, kissing him back just as furiously.
His hands slid up her sides, pulling the shirt as he searched for bare skin, aching to press her flesh against his own and to feel that most intimate of touches. Natalia didn’t fight him, her own hands busy dragging her fingernails gently over his chest, her palms rubbing deep.
Parting her lips with his tongue, he gently explored her mouth, feeling the warmth and softness as they danced playfully back and forth. His erection, already hard, became rigid, straining against the lining of his sweats as Natalia’s hips worked their way back and forth far too slowly to be anything more than a purposeful tease.
He growled and lifted her shirt, pulling it up over her head and tossing it to the side. Eager to see her fully, he held Natalia tight and rolled them both over.
Now, Natalia lay back on the floor, hair spread out around her, arms draped lazily above her head. His body grew heated as he took in her soft stomach and small chest, hungrily eyeing her tiny, hardened nipples.
It didn’t bother him one bit that she wasn’t largely endowed and judging by the way she exposed herself for his viewing now, Natalia didn’t care either. That confidence was hot, and he bent over her with a flourish, gently taking first one and then the other into his mouth, letting his tongue flick over and around the points, listening to her breathing deepen into soft moans.
This wasn’t at all how he’d planned the morning to go, but he wasn’t about to deny his attraction to this woman. After all she’d been through, she was still here, and still intrigued by him as well. Her hands ran through his short hair, scraping fingers over his scalp and sending shivers down his spine.
“Kirell,” she half-moaned as he slid a hand over her exposed hip bones. The shorts had slipped lower while they moved, and the top was barely hiding her mound from his view.
Tentatively he ran his fingers up and down her inner thighs, giving her time to stop him before he reached the apex, just in case she wasn’t ready to take things any further.
The way her face was begging for him to keep going, and the tiny sounds she made begging for him to stop teasing was all the confirmation he needed. Watching her closely for any reaction, he found the bottom of his reach, and reversed his motion, this time intending to give her just what she wanted. There would be no stopping this time. He didn’t want to wait a moment longer to hear her sounds of pleasure.
Then, from off to the side, the door to his rooms shook as someone pounded furiously on the outside. “KIRELL! Open the door this moment!”
“Klebra,” he snarled, rolling off Natalia, his arousal replaced with the urge to protect her.
“Who?” Natalia was already putting her shirt back on.
Kirell’s gaze lingered on her exposed skin for a second. He shook his head. Later. “No time to explain. You need to get under the bed.”
The door shook again, and something splintered. “If that asshole wrecks my door, I’m going to kill him.”
“Who the hell is Klebra?”
“I’ll explain later. Please. Just go under the bed and wait, okay? He can’t know you’re here. Not yet. It’s too early.
Natalia crossed her arms, irritation written plainly on her face. “I’m not going to hide under the bed like some sort of mistress. If I’m to be your mate, then let me act like it. I’ll getonthe bed.”
