Wearing one of Killian’s shirts, Frynna whipped up the batter for the waffles she was making. There were no words that adequately described the night before. Wonderful? Life changing? Absolutely fantastic? They paled in comparison to bonding with Killian.
In fact, she was walking a little bowlegged and feeling incredibly good about it. Unfortunately she’d harmed her mate and she hoped the waffles went a little way toward assuaging whatever pain she’d caused him. He said it was nothing, but she saw the gouges when she woke up. Her wolf had clawed his back sometime during the night.
I didn’t mean to, her wolf said with a pout. It was just so… so…. She sighed and rolled onto her back, her legs lolling above her. Frynna’s wolf was obviously still on her high.
I know. But I still hate that we did it.
“What’s this?” Killian’s deep voice flowed across the floor and she looked over her shoulder. He was completely naked and his form filled her and her wolf’s mind with all sorts of naughty ideas. When he reached her, he plucked the spoon from her fingers and dropped it into the bowl. He pulled her close and pressed warm lips to hers. With a sigh, she leaned into him.
He pulled back and gave her a peck on the nose. “Making breakfast?”
“Yes. I thought waffles?” She watched him hungrily as he dipped a finger into the batter and put it into his mouth.
“Sounds great. That will be a good way to get some energy into us.” His eyes twinkled and heat flooded into her cheeks. “We’re going to need it.” A chuckle left his lips and he tugged lightly on the shirt she wore. “By the way, I approve. I like you in my clothes.”
“I wanted to get breakfast started,” she said, slightly embarrassed and yet pleased at the same time. “So it would be ready soon. And your shirt was right there.”
He winked. “Feel free to borrow my clothes anytime, little wolf.” He reached out and stroked her cheek. “Feeling sore this morning?” His voice gentled and she shrugged.
“A little.”
“It’ll get easier,” he said. “After all, I broke your virginity last night along with fucking you into the mattress five times. If you weren’t sore, I’d worry.”
She snickered as her wolf nodded in agreement. “You’re as bad as my wolf.”
“I have the feeling your wolf and I will get along well.”
Her wolf preened at the praise.
“Don’t encourage her,” she said, slightly horrified. He laughed and patted her butt. It made her smile, though she wasn’t sure why.
“While you finish that, I’ll set the table,” he said and began to get dishes and cups out of the cabinets.
Once he’d set the table, he went to pull on a pair of pajama bottoms and by the time he returned, the waffles were ready. Frynna tried not to stare, but it was impossible. Killian was so built. There were some wolves who were built—those in the Okanogan Pack had more muscles than any of the males in the Nebraska Pack—but Killian eclipsed them all. He was… all male. His musk titillated her nostrils as she tried to eat. Each move of his arms as he ate flexed his muscles.
That brought up how he’d handled her last night. Each of those memories was emblazoned on her memory and she wanted more.
His eyes locked with hers and his lips quirked up. “Is my mate thinking dirty thoughts?” he asked in a deep voice. It sent a zap of energy straight to her center and she trembled. “Good. I want you to have dirty thoughts about me, little wolf. I sure as hell have them about you. The things I want to do to you would probably short circuit your brain, so I’ll keep some of them to myself. For the next week, we’ll pretty much stay here. Starting next week, I’ll take you to Wylde KingDom and show everyone whose mate and sub you are.”
Yes, her wolf said with a nod of her head. Frynna thought she was crazy. Scene publicly again? Who knew what he’d do to her. And show them he’s ours, her wolf added.
Oh. That was a good point. Make sure the other females knew he was hers. Wait… he would be hers, wouldn’t he? She stared at him, unblinking and he sat back. He took her hand and pulled her onto his lap. “What has you annoyed, little wolf?” he asked and trailed his lips up the right side of her face.
“Bridja says the Doms play with all sorts of shifters.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
She trailed her thumb down the muscle of his upper arm. “Michael says that Beta Blaise won’t play with anyone except his mate.”
Killian chuckled and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Don’t worry, Frynna. I’ll train Doms. But you’re the only sub I wish to play with from now on. However, in the future, if you were open to a third, we could discuss it.”
“A-a third?” She blinked at him. Was he suggesting three together? It boggled her mind.
“Possibly. Some people like playing in groups. Or perhaps you’ll feel comfortable with my playing with male subs but not female ones. Or vice versa.” He shrugged. “We’ll figure things out, Frynna. Nobody else’s rules matter. Only ours.” He smiled and kissed her again, his tongue sliding along her crease and she opened eagerly to him.
As she wrapped her arms around his neck, his hand slid between her legs and stroked. Frynna went from happy to turned on and shoved her hips forward. “That’s it,” he encouraged as he pulled back to look at her. “Rub yourself against my fingers, little wolf. Now.” The last word was a command and she stared into the liquid depths of his eyes as she thrust forward over his fingers. “Keep going. I want you to get off on me. Fuck that wonderful clit over my fingers, Frynna. Come all over me.”
That sounded deliciously dirty and her fears evaporated. She twisted up and knelt on his legs, keeping her eyes locked on his. He pressed his fingers to her crotch and she ground down onto them, spreading the liquid along his fingers and her clit. A moan left her throat and he licked his lips. “That’s my wolf,” he said with a low growl and slid his fingers inside her. The ache made her wince, but she was too excited to stop. “Fuck my fingers, Frynna. Get off on me.”
She was crazed and slid up and down his digits, grinding down each time she reached his palm. It sent shards of pleasure through her each time she rubbed her clit over his palm. His hands weren’t smooth, but had the feel of paw pads and she loved how rough they felt.
“Faster, Frynna,” he commanded and she grasped the back of his chair and began to fuck his fingers in earnest. “That’s my wolf. Get your pleasure. Take it. Be raw. Needy. Debase yourself on my hand, girl.” His words clouded her head and combined with how hot she already was, made her feel as though she should be emitting steam.
“Killian,” she gasped when he turned his fingers around and pressed against something that felt exceptionally good. She humped his hand harder.
“That’s it. That’s it, little wolf. Fuck my fingers. Come for me. Come all over me, Frynna.”
As if she had any choice.
Tightness bloomed in a way it hadn’t before and she careened over the edge with a howl as she continued to thrust down onto his fingers until she became too sore. With a whimper, she collapsed against him panting, her muscles clenching again and again around his fingers.
He wrapped his other arm around her. “That, little wolf,” he said in a husky voice, “was hot. Damn I love it when you give in to the desire within. Never hide that from me, Frynna. I love that side of you.”
She trembled as he pulled his fingers out. He lifted them to her face. “Look, Frynna,” he commanded. “Look.” His fingers were covered in liquid. A tiny bit of embarrassment seeped in and then shot back out when he lifted those fingers to his lips and sucked them inside. Her mouth fell open as she watched him clean each digit before pulling them out. “If I didn’t tell you last night,” he said, taking one last lick. “I love the way you taste. You taste like you smell. Like peaches and cream.” He winked. “Felines love cream.”
He held her head and kissed her slow and languid. When he pressed his tongue inside, she tasted something different and realized it must be her. It was tangy and not too bad.
“Now,” he murmured as he pulled away. “Let’s finish breakfast. I want to show you the second floor.” A brilliant smile crossed his face. “Then we’ll begin your training.”
After eating and doing the dishes, he dropped his pajamas. “Take off your shirt, Frynna. Once we reach the second floor, we’re going to shift.” Thrilled to be able to give in to her wolf form, she pulled his shirt off over her head. When she looked for a spot to hang it from, he plucked it from her fingers and dropped it on top of his pants. “We’ll wash them later. Now, you might not have noticed last night, but in each corner of the warehouse, there’s a fake tree.” He led her over to the corner to the right of the kitchen. “In my feline form, I can climb. But you can’t as a wolf. Like I mentioned, I’ll build a staircase in place of one of them so you can get up easily. But for now, you’ll have to use the ladder I bought.”
She followed him to the corner to the left of the kitchen where there was another tree with a tall ladder beside it. “Up you get, little wolf.” He patted her ass and she placed her foot on the bottom rung and climbed. As the ladder went up two stories, it was a long climb. With each step, her sore pussy made itself known. But she could hardly wait to see what he’d done. They based the wolf and feline floors off his design. She could only imagine it would be amazing.
As she climbed through the hole at the top and pulled herself onto the main floor, her mouth dropped. “Wow.”
He climbed out beside her and knelt at her side. “Wonderful, isn’t it?” He turned hope-filled eyes on her and she nodded. “The top layer is all natural and it goes down several feet. Also.” He pointed to the right where a bunch of new toys lay. “I wasn’t sure what you’d like, but I bought those yesterday for you.”
Touched that he’d thought to get her some toys, she shifted to her wolf form and trotted over to check them out. Frisbees and chew toys and rope. She wagged in excitement.
The low growl of an apex predator filled the air and she whipped around. To the most amazing sight she’d ever seen. Standing much taller than her, Killian faced her in his jaguar form.
Oh, her wolf murmured and almost fell down in a faint. He’s even hotter than Killian the human.
Frynna wasn’t sure if she’d go that far, but she had to admit that Killian the jaguar was magnificent. A small part of her knew he could kill her easily. But she knew Killian would never harm her. So she trotted back to him and rubbed her head under his jaw. His growl turned into a purr and he pressed down lightly. Then he pulled back and hunkered down on his front paws as though he was about to pounce.
With a yip, she darted off and he launched himself after her. It didn’t take much for him to catch her. He’d pounce and land lightly on top of her, putting no pressure on her back. Then he’d gently lick the top of her head and bounce off. Her mate had a playful side. He would loll onto his back with his paws up, making her laugh. Then he’d get ready to pounce again.
There were skylights in the roof of the warehouse and sun shown on three large grassy knolls. When she got tired, he trotted over to one and lay down, nudging the spot beside him. She trotted to his side and lay next to him, curling up to his hot body. His long tongue bathed the top of her head or her side, wherever he could reach, and she happily let him.
The sun was warm on her fur and she closed her eyes and fell into a wonderful nap.